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[intercalaryninja]

... It's not Academia that I was thinking that would tie you down.

I was thinking the comparison would be closer to Yuya and Yuzu. [In that case, your track record isn't great]

[chocolaterazor]

Unlike Reira, I won't throwing myself at his feet. She thinks he's so great and we don't know anything about him besides his supposed motives and the results of everything he's done.

And as long as I have this card, you can trust me to keep an eye on her in places you can't and shouldn't go.

[intercalaryninja]

... That's true. I hope you are more cautious with your assessment of him... and you feel free to talk to me if your opinion of him changes.

[He looks at the card that Sora's been holding and he sighs, shaking his head] Please... For all I can do, I can't protect her from him. Look after her... please.

... And if you can... help me find out what he is.

[chocolaterazor]

[Such a serious mission and commitment to promise on gets more than just a completely serious nod.]

I will.

[intercalaryninja]

[And that's all Tsukikage needs. He visibly relaxes there and then, letting emotion return to his body and his face. He nods back at Sora, his partner, now that he's accepted the mission.]

... Do you need anything to help you in there?

Would you like anything? [He has no idea how good Sora is with weapons outside of Duel Disks but he has good hand-to-hand combat skills.]

[chocolaterazor]

Hmmm? What are you trying to do, offer me a weapon or a drink?

[Not that he didn't catch what Tsukikage actually meant by his offer, but the spider still made it come off in that fashion. And it's amusing.]

[intercalaryninja]

[Tsukikage smirks underneath his mask but doesn't respond to that. Actions speak louder than words, after all. He makes Sora known to what he does in his spare hours that he doesn't spend napping, taking care of the kids or working.

He jumps up to the ceiling to where huge metal drawers have been built into the ceiling and he opens them. The drawers open downwards, descending down towards the ground like bannisters. The drawers stuffed tightly with cloth in order to preserve the weapons inside and keep them from falling out. Since Tsukikage did do an inventory check the other day, he managed to find the weapons he was unhappy with and had melted them down. While there is only one sword there, it seems a lot sturdier than the other blades littered around the home. However, Tsukikage takes out a small dagger with silver plating, as well as a number of small capsules.]

You have second priority to my forge, Sora. You're free to use what you'd like. [Tsukikage flips back onto the ground.] I recommend this if you need to fight someone up close and personal. It'll help against unfriendly monsters. I'm working on a salt variation to this.

[chocolaterazor]

[Sora accepts the offered dagger and tests how it feels in his hand. It's a significant step up from typically unwieldy pairs of scissors, but certainly the sort of weapon he'd prefer.]

That's generous of you.

[Ahem.]

... Thanks.

[intercalaryninja]

No problem. I shouldn't hold back sharing valuable tools with people I trust.

[He gives a small smile.] The capsules are smoke bombs. I imagine you'll have fun with those.

[chocolaterazor]

I'm sure I'll find them just as useful as you do.

[Though a thought does occur to him...]

How exactly do you make these, anyway? Or is that a trade secret? [Hah, ninja jokes.]

[intercalaryninja]

I did make my first one with traditional ninja techniques, but the ones you're holding aren't a trade secret. A little gun powder, magnesium powder, sugar, a few snapping rocks and a bit of salt. The salt isn't super necessary but I really dislike demons.