[center][img]https://i.ibb.co/k6jwQ8x/image.png[/img][h3]Shigenaga Nomura
The Watching Game[/h3][@Rune_Alchemist][/center]
Interested in how potent this visual empowerment was, Nomura would spend a good amount of time watching Donovan intently, mostly out of interest of his ability to see things from afar clearly. It seems that the rambunctious catgirl also seemed to find herself in Donovan's mischiefs, alongside the dwarf and a hunter. It seems he really was interested in meddling with that gods-forsaken place after all. Whatever foul magics they wished to unearth from that prison was of no real interest to Nomura, his main concern being if he plans to abscond from what he owes Nomura or not. And seeing that he's going deeper [i]into[/i] that place is enough of a guarantee that Donovan isn't going anywhere for the time being. While he didn't trust Donovan particularly, he trusted the sort of person he was. More importantly, he knew that fox would watch Donovan for him, or at the very least inform Nomura if he truly planned to run once the dust has settled.

In other words, Donovan was no longer Nomura's immediate concern.

Having enough of his show, Nomura allowed his vision to return to normal before making his way back into the village. He wasn't keen on reporting to Mie right away as the current going-ons would only bring his patron unneeded stress. It's better for both their sakes if she believed Nomura was still hunting for that heirloom of hers. As far as the village itself was concerned, Nomura was unaware nor did he care for its current state. All he was truly concerned about was finding something [i]interesting[/i] to do. Perhaps he'll find that fish for Ayumi, after all.[hr]Nomura sat by the shoreline, watching the tides move ever so slightly as his rod was cast into the ocean. Obtaining it was rather easy, needing only a few choice words for a particularly hospitable fisherman to borrow his fishing implement for a time. Of course, he could have probably charmed that same fisherman into giving him a fish for himself, but he didn't want to cheat out a poor man's livelihood for his own self-benefit. After all, he had all the time in the world to figure out the art for himself. Might as well make the most of it.

All this watching, this waiting... it gave Nomura ample time to think about his situation. Namely, his place in this new world and his own capabilities. He began to wonder if ascension, if [i]perfection[/i] was truly within his grasp. Sure, his place in this world might have been dictated by the wills of gods and goddesses, but it wasn't his faith in those beings that allowed Nomura to reach where he was now. Rather, it was Nomura's faith in [i]himself[/i] that allowed him to thrive in this world. He was given a body sculpted by the divine, capable of accomplishing its own miracles. Wings that allow one to move with grace, a boundless spirit that empowers his every movement, eyes that can reach the farthest of distances... In the world where Nomura was once from, these would be considered miracles in their own right. And with the potential to accomplish feats far grander filled Nomura with a new sense of purpose.

Perhaps he can craft his own miracles. Perhaps he can truly form his wishes, his desires into a truly actualized form. Perhaps he was already a god, perhaps something [i]more[/i], and he just needed to look deeper within himself in order to truly tap into his potential.

Nomura chuckled at his musings, the ridiculousness of his own claims setting in. After all, if he could truly shape miracles, he wouldn't need to go through such great lengths to catch a fish. He was, in the end, a mere human. Like the fisherman he had borrowed the rod from. Like the craftsman concerned for his village's elder. Like the hunters who gathered in secret. Nomura's acts, as miraculous as they are, were brought forth not from him creating his own miracles, but instead from believing in himself. He believed he could run faster, so he did. He believed he could jump higher, so he did. He believed he could see farther, so he did. He did not break any perceived limits to accomplish what he had done. He did not perform the impossible. He simply believed in what he could do and did it.

A fisherman believes that he will eventually catch fish. A craftsman believes that they will craft something worthy of praise from others. A hunter believes that their hunt will be fruitful. To proceed and to progress is to believe that one could accomplish anything. It is this belief that allowed humankind to flourish, to reach heights once believed unimaginable. This is what made Nomura a human, in the end. Even with an otherworldly body, even with the magical energy that encompassed his soul, he would not act on his own whims or accomplish what he has if he weren't a human. A drive to accomplish the impossible was far greater than simply performing the impossible. After all, the latter implies that even the impossible is limited to what one believes to be impossible.

Accomplishing the impossible, however, was not at the top of Nomura's priorities for the time being. After all, all his current goals are in the realm of possibility. Instead of worrying about such things, he fished, believing that he will catch [i]something[/i] to his liking.