"Monsters! If any of you still have some form of honour, face me! Your kind is not welcomed on these shores and I, Yoshihara Roku, will see that your corruption is erased here and now!"
Lunatea rolled her eyes.
Great. Another person who thinks all monsters are bad.She's terribly wounded though. And yet, she still wants to pick a fight with us?…Wait, no. She’s not wounded. She’s… she’s an undead. An undead monster!So why does a monster like her hate her own kind?She decided to let Shizuka handle her. He seemed to be willing so who was she to disobey?
And then, they decided to settle their distrust with, what else, a good old-fashioned sword duel.
It was impressive to be sure. But must they resort to violence right away?
Really, she didn’t think she would ever be able to understand the heart of a warrior in her lifetime.
She watched them engage in their sword fight with both curiosity and annoyance, intertwined in one contradictory manner. It couldn't be helped. She herself had always been somewhat of a contradictory person.
Hmm, I guess they both are impressive… I can barely see their movements… Especially Shizuka's…Well, at least that's over quickly, thankfully enough. Thanks to that Takeshi person, nonetheless."No...you're lying. There is no way a warrior such as yourself would be with Monsters...unless you've been corrupted."Roku Yoshihara
"He's not corrupted, you imbecile." Lunatea butted in, as she often did. "We're not here to get husbands. We're here to save this land from the Varjans." She half-lied. She certainly wouldn't refuse a cute man, she thought, if she happened to meet one on their journey.
@FrogRFlowR@PaulHaynekShe paid a glance to Samael, not-so-subtly marking him as a candidate.
She watched with satisfaction as Takeshi defended them. Glad that man is coming to his senses. She especially smirked when he broke the news that she was a monster now. Welcome to the club!
As she expected, she didn't take it well, to the point of declaring suicide. Ah, was this the famed seppuku she had heard about? That would be quite the sight to see.
Thankfully (or unfortunately, if you saw it from the eyes of a heartless anthropologist), Takeshi managed to talk her out of it.
Noticing her blush, she rolled her eyes to the back of her head.
And now she has a crush on the young lord…ㅤ
Nothing else noteworthy happened that night. They ate and slept, taking turns keeping watch, before they woke up in the morning, hopefully well-rested for the challenges to come.
For the next day and a half, Lunatea kept herself busy admiring the scenery, jotting down notes in her notebook while memorizing it in her mind as well. It was unfortunate that they didn't pass through any human dwellings however, as she certainly could use a day or two in one of them, interviewing the residents, noting their cultures, etc, etc.
And then, all of a sudden, Takeshi wanted them to split up.
I suppose there’s wisdom in that. To cover more grounds, it’s better if we go separately.Still, that also means splitting up our firepower…She sighed, shaking the thought off her head. It wasn’t her job to come up with the plans.
“Dressed as a miko?” She raised an eyebrow at his statement. “What do you mean by that exactly?” She asked him.
He then gave them their options—which one of those people they would come visit and ask for aid.
“I’ll go with Kikyo,” she declared. “She seems to be the most normal of the bunch. It’s better for a weakling like me to chase after such a person.”
She wasn’t afraid to call herself a weakling. It was the truth after all. She was just a scholar, not a warrior. The only reason she could fight was because of the panties she wore.
As for the matter of the prisoner, she opted to leave it to the others. There was no way she could be bothered with such a troublesome task.