[ Yuta watches, still completely bewildered and somewhat overwhelmed by the sheer confusion this odd situation has brought about, as the teen(? or reincarnated sorcerer?) goes to fetch the sword left on the bench. There's no alarm now; not when Rika returns to his side in exceptionally good spirits and the way the sword is held, between two hands with such care, is a clear indication that it isn't grabbed as some kind of prelude to violence. There's still no hostility, no sign he's about to be attacked or anything.
It quickly becomes obvious that this sword is the "something" that's supposedly been brought for him.
Yuta's eyes are still wide with his baffled shock as he glances down at the blade being presented to him for his taking, gaze tracing along the length of it. ]
That's—
[ Not his sword? He's holding his sword. Although it matches the plainness of the swords he keeps in his inventory, the beautiful tsuba sets it apart from any of the swords he's ever held before. (They don't bother giving him anything fancy, knowing his penchant for breaking them.) He would remember such a distinct detail, but he doesn't recognize it at all. Just as he doesn't recognize Mumei. He has to wonder if it's some kind of trick then. It's suspicious to come here offering him a sword when he clearly has one already, isn't it?
But it doesn't explain Rika's reaction or the warm familiarity he's been greeted with. Yuta doesn't know what to think or what to do. He feels so, so lost. He doesn't take the sword. He merely looks back up at Mumei, expression twisting into something vaguely apologetic, but mostly confused as he finally finds his voice to ask the question he should have been asking right away. ]
Um, I'm sorry, but... who are you?
[ There's not a single spark of recognition in his eyes. ]
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It quickly becomes obvious that this sword is the "something" that's supposedly been brought for him.
Yuta's eyes are still wide with his baffled shock as he glances down at the blade being presented to him for his taking, gaze tracing along the length of it. ]
That's—
[ Not his sword? He's holding his sword. Although it matches the plainness of the swords he keeps in his inventory, the beautiful tsuba sets it apart from any of the swords he's ever held before. (They don't bother giving him anything fancy, knowing his penchant for breaking them.) He would remember such a distinct detail, but he doesn't recognize it at all. Just as he doesn't recognize Mumei. He has to wonder if it's some kind of trick then. It's suspicious to come here offering him a sword when he clearly has one already, isn't it?
But it doesn't explain Rika's reaction or the warm familiarity he's been greeted with. Yuta doesn't know what to think or what to do. He feels so, so lost. He doesn't take the sword. He merely looks back up at Mumei, expression twisting into something vaguely apologetic, but mostly confused as he finally finds his voice to ask the question he should have been asking right away. ]
Um, I'm sorry, but... who are you?
[ There's not a single spark of recognition in his eyes. ]