伊黒小芭内

Hello Sir Nanami, I was told to give you a visit. Might I bother you for a pleasant conversation? Is your morning off to an okay start?

My name is Princess Astrid Nafisa Sinclair. It’s wonderful to meet you Sir Nanami *curtsy’s before looking up to your brown eyes* Oh my..

Likewise. You may call me Kento.

Kento… hmm *butterflies bloom in my chest for some reason* how very fitting. Kento is an endearing name.

I... can't say I have, no.

...Right.

He blinks, unsure of what to take of her eyes raking over him. It's a rather awkward situation - he's not used to such attention. He clears his throat.

The door creaks, signalling a newcomer. Iguro stands there, in a casual hoodie and jeans that look borrowed (Kaburamaru is still around his neck). He looks angry, deep blush evident behind his mask. He sees the two familiar faces he has both met, and stands in a corner the farthest away from them. Damned mod…

Kento glances at the direction where he feels a new presence. Upon realizes who it is, he stifles an amused smile.

Don’t. He looks away. His face is burning, Kaburamaru tries to shield him but it was no use. The sword that usually hangs around his waist was gone, presumably to avoid any unnecessary conflicts.

It took everything in Kento to not (at least) grin at the young man. He threw @astridnafisasinclair a playful look, before turning his gaze back to the serpent Hashira.

Oh this is entirely entertaining *I whisper under my breath in amusement looking between the gentlemen, particularly at Kento*

Iguro gradually collects himself and shoots an icy look at the pair. Bastards. He mutters under his breath with gritted teeth. Apparently, I have to apologize to both of you and that Toji brat before I can get back to my dimension.

I wonder what that would be for.

I am staying here. He huffs, crossing his arms. Kaburamaru seems to share his master’s feelings too.

Hello Sir Nanami, I was told to give you a visit. Might I bother you for a pleasant conversation? Is your morning off to an okay start?

My name is Princess Astrid Nafisa Sinclair. It’s wonderful to meet you Sir Nanami *curtsy’s before looking up to your brown eyes* Oh my..

Likewise. You may call me Kento.

Kento… hmm *butterflies bloom in my chest for some reason* how very fitting. Kento is an endearing name.

I... can't say I have, no.

...Right.

He blinks, unsure of what to take of her eyes raking over him. It's a rather awkward situation - he's not used to such attention. He clears his throat.

The door creaks, signalling a newcomer. Iguro stands there, in a casual hoodie and jeans that look borrowed (Kaburamaru is still around his neck). He looks angry, deep blush evident behind his mask. He sees the two familiar faces he has both met, and stands in a corner the farthest away from them. Damned mod…

Kento glances at the direction where he feels a new presence. Upon realizes who it is, he stifles an amused smile.

Don’t. He looks away. His face is burning, Kaburamaru tries to shield him but it was no use. The sword that usually hangs around his waist was gone, presumably to avoid any unnecessary conflicts.

It took everything in Kento to not (at least) grin at the young man. He threw @astridnafisasinclair a playful look, before turning his gaze back to the serpent Hashira.

Oh this is entirely entertaining *I whisper under my breath in amusement looking between the gentlemen, particularly at Kento*

Iguro gradually collects himself and shoots an icy look at the pair. Bastards. He mutters under his breath with gritted teeth. Apparently, I have to apologize to both of you and that Toji brat before I can get back to my dimension.

I wonder what that would be for.

I am staying here. He huffs, crossing his arms. Kaburamaru seems to share his master’s feelings too.

Hello Sir Nanami, I was told to give you a visit. Might I bother you for a pleasant conversation? Is your morning off to an okay start?

My name is Princess Astrid Nafisa Sinclair. It’s wonderful to meet you Sir Nanami *curtsy’s before looking up to your brown eyes* Oh my..

Likewise. You may call me Kento.

Kento… hmm *butterflies bloom in my chest for some reason* how very fitting. Kento is an endearing name.

I... can't say I have, no.

...Right.

He blinks, unsure of what to take of her eyes raking over him. It's a rather awkward situation - he's not used to such attention. He clears his throat.

The door creaks, signalling a newcomer. Iguro stands there, in a casual hoodie and jeans that look borrowed (Kaburamaru is still around his neck). He looks angry, deep blush evident behind his mask. He sees the two familiar faces he has both met, and stands in a corner the farthest away from them. Damned mod…

Kento glances at the direction where he feels a new presence. Upon realizes who it is, he stifles an amused smile.

Don’t. He looks away. His face is burning, Kaburamaru tries to shield him but it was no use. The sword that usually hangs around his waist was gone, presumably to avoid any unnecessary conflicts.

It took everything in Kento to not (at least) grin at the young man. He threw @astridnafisasinclair a playful look, before turning his gaze back to the serpent Hashira.

Oh this is entirely entertaining *I whisper under my breath in amusement looking between the gentlemen, particularly at Kento*

Iguro gradually collects himself and shoots an icy look at the pair. Bastards. He mutters under his breath with gritted teeth. Apparently, I have to apologize to both of you and that Toji brat before I can get back to my dimension.

Hello Sir Nanami, I was told to give you a visit. Might I bother you for a pleasant conversation? Is your morning off to an okay start?

My name is Princess Astrid Nafisa Sinclair. It’s wonderful to meet you Sir Nanami *curtsy’s before looking up to your brown eyes* Oh my..

Likewise. You may call me Kento.

Kento… hmm *butterflies bloom in my chest for some reason* how very fitting. Kento is an endearing name.

I... can't say I have, no.

...Right.

He blinks, unsure of what to take of her eyes raking over him. It's a rather awkward situation - he's not used to such attention. He clears his throat.

The door creaks, signalling a newcomer. Iguro stands there, in a casual hoodie and jeans that look borrowed (Kaburamaru is still around his neck). He looks angry, deep blush evident behind his mask. He sees the two familiar faces he has both met, and stands in a corner the farthest away from them. Damned mod…

Kento glances at the direction where he feels a new presence. Upon realizes who it is, he stifles an amused smile.

Don’t. He looks away. His face is burning, Kaburamaru tries to shield him but it was no use. The sword that usually hangs around his waist was gone, presumably to avoid any unnecessary conflicts.

Giyuu approaches apprehensively, completely rigid posture as always. He stands there completely still, eyeing up Obanai for a few moments before speaking up.

"I found a snake. By the pond."

So? What are you trying to say?

Tch. Whatever. Make it quick.

Ah. Finally someone that looks worthy enough to fight except for Shinazugawa.

Get him back, you lowly worm.

Manager: OK, OK CHILL-

I would like to spar. You seem like one worthy to fight me.

Choi: It seems a bit unfair for a mage like me, no?

Iguro’s pupils narrow, and in the blink the of an eye, his blade shoots forward extremely fast, if Choi was one millisecond late, he would die. Brat.

Choi: jumping away at the last moment, Obanai's blade managing to scratch him on the cheek I'm older than you, you know... You're the brat here.

He refused my request and called me a brat. I do not care if you’re older than me. Either accept or die.

Choi: ......can I surrender...? You dragged me back from a dungeon just for a spar...?

Iguro absolutely disappears, unable to locate because of his speed. His blade lashes out of nowhere.

Choi: quickly creating a fire barrier, sending his flame dragons after Obanai

Iguro jumps out on his blind spot, somehow precisely slicing the flame barrier away.

Iguro dodges in time, the flame scorching the hem of his haori. Tch. Serpent Breathing, First Form, Winding Serpent Slash. The blade curves and shoots forward impossibly fast, aiming at Choi’s neck.

Baek: appearing in a sudden orange flash, already shifted into semi-beast form, his hair emitting a white colour, his had stopping Obanai’s blade Who are you and why are you attacking my friend?!

Iguro’s blade retreats, him landing on the floor quietly. We were only sparring. Eugh, what creature are you?

Baek: shifting back into human form I’m as human as you are kid. My apologies, but that did not look like just a friendly spar to me.

It was a good change from always battling Shinazugawa. But it seems like I overestimated him. How about this, to welcome you, both of you come at me together. Iguro sheathes his sword, but his hand is still on the handle.

Choi: um…

Tch. Cowards. Manager, notify me when they’re done with their work. Or else your head will be off.

Manager: brudda what did I do to you- 😭😭

Iguro dashes away.

Ah. Finally someone that looks worthy enough to fight except for Shinazugawa.

Get him back, you lowly worm.

Manager: OK, OK CHILL-

I would like to spar. You seem like one worthy to fight me.

Choi: It seems a bit unfair for a mage like me, no?

Iguro’s pupils narrow, and in the blink the of an eye, his blade shoots forward extremely fast, if Choi was one millisecond late, he would die. Brat.

Choi: jumping away at the last moment, Obanai's blade managing to scratch him on the cheek I'm older than you, you know... You're the brat here.

He refused my request and called me a brat. I do not care if you’re older than me. Either accept or die.

Choi: ......can I surrender...? You dragged me back from a dungeon just for a spar...?

Iguro absolutely disappears, unable to locate because of his speed. His blade lashes out of nowhere.

Choi: quickly creating a fire barrier, sending his flame dragons after Obanai

Iguro jumps out on his blind spot, somehow precisely slicing the flame barrier away.

Iguro dodges in time, the flame scorching the hem of his haori. Tch. Serpent Breathing, First Form, Winding Serpent Slash. The blade curves and shoots forward impossibly fast, aiming at Choi’s neck.

Baek: appearing in a sudden orange flash, already shifted into semi-beast form, his hair emitting a white colour, his had stopping Obanai’s blade Who are you and why are you attacking my friend?!

Iguro’s blade retreats, him landing on the floor quietly. We were only sparring. Eugh, what creature are you?

Baek: shifting back into human form I’m as human as you are kid. My apologies, but that did not look like just a friendly spar to me.

It was a good change from always battling Shinazugawa. But it seems like I overestimated him. How about this, to welcome you, both of you come at me together. Iguro sheathes his sword, but his hand is still on the handle.

Choi: um…

Tch. Cowards. Manager, notify me when they’re done with their work. Or else your head will be off.

Ah. Finally someone that looks worthy enough to fight except for Shinazugawa.

Get him back, you lowly worm.

Manager: OK, OK CHILL-

I would like to spar. You seem like one worthy to fight me.

Choi: It seems a bit unfair for a mage like me, no?

Iguro’s pupils narrow, and in the blink the of an eye, his blade shoots forward extremely fast, if Choi was one millisecond late, he would die. Brat.

Choi: jumping away at the last moment, Obanai's blade managing to scratch him on the cheek I'm older than you, you know... You're the brat here.

He refused my request and called me a brat. I do not care if you’re older than me. Either accept or die.

Choi: ......can I surrender...? You dragged me back from a dungeon just for a spar...?

Iguro absolutely disappears, unable to locate because of his speed. His blade lashes out of nowhere.

Choi: quickly creating a fire barrier, sending his flame dragons after Obanai

Iguro jumps out on his blind spot, somehow precisely slicing the flame barrier away.

Iguro dodges in time, the flame scorching the hem of his haori. Tch. Serpent Breathing, First Form, Winding Serpent Slash. The blade curves and shoots forward impossibly fast, aiming at Choi’s neck.

Baek: appearing in a sudden orange flash, already shifted into semi-beast form, his hair emitting a white colour, his had stopping Obanai’s blade Who are you and why are you attacking my friend?!

Iguro’s blade retreats, him landing on the floor quietly. We were only sparring. Eugh, what creature are you?

Baek: shifting back into human form I’m as human as you are kid. My apologies, but that did not look like just a friendly spar to me.

It was a good change from always battling Shinazugawa. But it seems like I overestimated him. How about this, to welcome you, both of you come at me together. Iguro sheathes his sword, but his hand is still on the handle.

Ah. Finally someone that looks worthy enough to fight except for Shinazugawa.

Get him back, you lowly worm.

Manager: OK, OK CHILL-

I would like to spar. You seem like one worthy to fight me.

Choi: It seems a bit unfair for a mage like me, no?

Iguro’s pupils narrow, and in the blink the of an eye, his blade shoots forward extremely fast, if Choi was one millisecond late, he would die. Brat.

Choi: jumping away at the last moment, Obanai's blade managing to scratch him on the cheek I'm older than you, you know... You're the brat here.

He refused my request and called me a brat. I do not care if you’re older than me. Either accept or die.

Choi: ......can I surrender...? You dragged me back from a dungeon just for a spar...?

Iguro absolutely disappears, unable to locate because of his speed. His blade lashes out of nowhere.

Choi: quickly creating a fire barrier, sending his flame dragons after Obanai

Iguro jumps out on his blind spot, somehow precisely slicing the flame barrier away.

Iguro dodges in time, the flame scorching the hem of his haori. Tch. Serpent Breathing, First Form, Winding Serpent Slash. The blade curves and shoots forward impossibly fast, aiming at Choi’s neck.

Baek: appearing in a sudden orange flash, already shifted into semi-beast form, his hair emitting a white colour, his had stopping Obanai’s blade Who are you and why are you attacking my friend?!

Iguro’s blade retreats, him landing on the floor quietly. We were only sparring. Eugh, what creature are you?

Ah. Finally someone that looks worthy enough to fight except for Shinazugawa.

Get him back, you lowly worm.

Manager: OK, OK CHILL-

I would like to spar. You seem like one worthy to fight me.

Choi: It seems a bit unfair for a mage like me, no?

Iguro’s pupils narrow, and in the blink the of an eye, his blade shoots forward extremely fast, if Choi was one millisecond late, he would die. Brat.

Choi: jumping away at the last moment, Obanai's blade managing to scratch him on the cheek I'm older than you, you know... You're the brat here.

He refused my request and called me a brat. I do not care if you’re older than me. Either accept or die.

Choi: ......can I surrender...? You dragged me back from a dungeon just for a spar...?

Iguro absolutely disappears, unable to locate because of his speed. His blade lashes out of nowhere.

Choi: quickly creating a fire barrier, sending his flame dragons after Obanai

Iguro jumps out on his blind spot, somehow precisely slicing the flame barrier away.

Iguro dodges in time, the flame scorching the hem of his haori. Tch. Serpent Breathing, First Form, Winding Serpent Slash. The blade curves and shoots forward impossibly fast, aiming at Choi’s neck.

Ah. Finally someone that looks worthy enough to fight except for Shinazugawa.

Get him back, you lowly worm.

Manager: OK, OK CHILL-

I would like to spar. You seem like one worthy to fight me.

Choi: It seems a bit unfair for a mage like me, no?

Iguro’s pupils narrow, and in the blink the of an eye, his blade shoots forward extremely fast, if Choi was one millisecond late, he would die. Brat.

Choi: jumping away at the last moment, Obanai's blade managing to scratch him on the cheek I'm older than you, you know... You're the brat here.

He refused my request and called me a brat. I do not care if you’re older than me. Either accept or die.

Choi: ......can I surrender...? You dragged me back from a dungeon just for a spar...?

Iguro absolutely disappears, unable to locate because of his speed. His blade lashes out of nowhere.

Choi: quickly creating a fire barrier, sending his flame dragons after Obanai

Iguro jumps out on his blind spot, somehow precisely slicing the flame barrier away.

Ah. Finally someone that looks worthy enough to fight except for Shinazugawa.

Get him back, you lowly worm.

Manager: OK, OK CHILL-

I would like to spar. You seem like one worthy to fight me.

Choi: It seems a bit unfair for a mage like me, no?

Iguro’s pupils narrow, and in the blink the of an eye, his blade shoots forward extremely fast, if Choi was one millisecond late, he would die. Brat.

Choi: jumping away at the last moment, Obanai's blade managing to scratch him on the cheek I'm older than you, you know... You're the brat here.

He refused my request and called me a brat. I do not care if you’re older than me. Either accept or die.

Choi: ......can I surrender...? You dragged me back from a dungeon just for a spar...?

Iguro absolutely disappears, unable to locate because of his speed. His blade lashes out of nowhere.

Ah. Finally someone that looks worthy enough to fight except for Shinazugawa.

Get him back, you lowly worm.

Manager: OK, OK CHILL-

I would like to spar. You seem like one worthy to fight me.

Choi: It seems a bit unfair for a mage like me, no?

Iguro’s pupils narrow, and in the blink the of an eye, his blade shoots forward extremely fast, if Choi was one millisecond late, he would die. Brat.

Choi: jumping away at the last moment, Obanai's blade managing to scratch him on the cheek I'm older than you, you know... You're the brat here.

He refused my request and called me a brat. I do not care if you’re older than me. Either accept or die.

Ah. Finally someone that looks worthy enough to fight except for Shinazugawa.

Get him back, you lowly worm.

Manager: OK, OK CHILL-

I would like to spar. You seem like one worthy to fight me.

Choi: It seems a bit unfair for a mage like me, no?

Iguro’s pupils narrow, and in the blink the of an eye, his blade shoots forward extremely fast, if Choi was one millisecond late, he would die. Brat.