Nochi's brows furrow, flinching slightly.
Looking at the young man, he enters deep thought, trying to find where they met. After a while, he shakes his head, increasing the hue on his 90cm curved sword.
"Don't act like we've met."
Turning his head to the woman behind him, he clicks his tongue slightly, swallowing a lot of words.
"Hachiko, I know you want to kill him yourself, but you're no match for him. If you want to help, hide our Tama-Artists in your delusions."
The woman lifelessly looks at the 65-years-old man.
Although she wanted to say a lot of words, Hachiko placed her shamisen on a wooden table, playing it with her fingers like a zither.
¶Did I spoil you? Did I disappoint you? Say it, my child is no longer. Say it, as a mother did I fail to raise her?.¶
On the other side, Lucien narrows his brows, moving his face sideways to look at the incoming attacks. With his mystic eyes, he is able to notice which one is human.
However, that didn't make him happy.
