“I am not pretending. I know that this is a lot to take in.” Satoru was struck dumb as well. Never before had someone doubted him like this. It felt strange, though the logical solution was then to give evidence.
“If you would like proof.” In between them, Satoru used his cantus to create a blue flame that hung in the air, appearing out of nothingness. It floated up and down, left and right, changing all colors. Since he didn’t have to move at all, it might have appeared that Satoru was not controlling it, but when it hit the ground it rose back into a burning copy of himself, one made completely of fire. It was a trick he had been working on. Finished, the fire copy vanished.
“That is a small demonstration of the abilities humans have gained in the 1000 years since the end of the world as you say. Life has moved on and people are peaceful, even though our numbers are very few. I know that is a lot to take in.” Perhaps they needed to use a coping mechanism themselves.
“Do you need to LARP for a moment?”
Not pretending? Okay, he’s seen some weird acts in his life, but this was by far the top strangest one. As if it couldn’t get any weirder, this person, whoever he may be, a talented magician or some sort of alien-like humanoid, downright just performed a stunt never witnessed to mankind. Fire that floated? Yeah, no. That was impossible no matter what way you looked at it. But flames that made a clone of a living person? That was just something straight out a science fiction movie.
Naturally, his first reaction is to tense his body and step back. Like any human, he too, fears what fire and its element can do, especially when seemingly untamed like he’d been shown. His second reaction? Is to widen his eyes, part his jaw and glance around as if looking for someone else to be as baffled as he was. When there is no look of surprise that matches his own, he averts his vision back to the other, head shaking slightly in disbelief.
“So you’re telling me we went from an apocalypse to being able to do that? Can I just asked what the hell happened? Last time I checked, we were still being fed on like cows in a slaughter house. The only defense we had were limited resources and..and..how did you even get here?” His voice gives a small strain and he raises a hand to the side of his head, holding it while furrowing his brows in. “No, I don’t need to LARP. This isn’t..no. This isn’t larping anymore. This is..Jesus, I don’t even know.”
