“Hm?” Hearing the man’s anger, the boy slightly turns his head at the man going straight at him with one yellow eye. That gaze which look that isn’t even human. The masked teen narrows his yellow eye sees he took out his weapon from his sheath.
Oh…this one means business,eh? His mask begins to crack where it became expressive. A smirk that is beginning to emerge as his long grey scarf swishes from a wind blow.
He can’t help it. That this one looks different from the others. He looks like he’s charge of these people since he yelled about him attack his soldiers. This is going to be interesting. The boy hopes this guy isn’t a letdown.
Instead of dodging, the phantom fully turns himself around when the purple swordsman came closer. With laughing yellow eyes, he block his attack with his sword; Karma and stands his ground against the swordsman.
Then he comes close to the man’s face. “Me? Attack your soldiers? I simply defending myself from them. “ The masked traveler explained himself honestly yet so mockingly and coolly,”It’s not my fault they didn't keep their hands or ….swords to themselves..” He cooed. “Right?”
Then he felt a cut on his arm. “Hm?” He slightly looked to his arm but doesn’t want to get distracted. Can he?
Another non-human, huh? Unfortunately for the boy, the Dark King does not give a shit if his enemy is a human or not – he has plenty of enemies in his life and it would be nice to add another non-human’s head to his skull collection. Robots and humans are pretty old-school, aren’t they? Well, whichever the boy’s kind was, it would not stop the killing machine from moving forward neither it would stop him from attacked some motherfucker who dared to breathe and attack his beloved lord Hideyoshi’s land!
Mitsunari’s anger was definitely reaching it’s maximum – as if it was not the usual – because just the thought of a traveler all alone daring to attack his land and taking it to himself makes the male shakes in anger. The male did not bother himself to move his sword out of its way and let the other block his attack, metal shocking against metal, making an annoyable metal sound. The white haired man definitely needs to take better care of his sword or either it will break in no time.
The other’s extreme arrogance – the Ishida is arrogant himself, however, he has the power in his hands and doubts this boy has any power – annoyed him, perhaps it is because the killing machine could see a younger version of himself for being young, murderous and dangerous, because he hated visitors or because simply even the thought of losing Osaka, the land where he had the remaining and last memories of when his both lords alive were somewhat disappointing.
“I do not care for your reasons – keep them for yourself!” The male complains, stress and anger mixing and making a pitiful view. “You will suffer for attacking the wrong land!” Oh, the travelers need to wander by themselves and to stop somewhere, Mitsunari. Even if it was not the boy’s fault for getting into a fight with the Toyotomi’s soldiers, the Dark King was once more blinded by anger and could not let himself open his eyes to his surroundings or even accept to hear the stranger’s point of view before dragging him into a meaningless fight.
For someone as naïve and simple-minded, the Fallen Angel focused on how arrogant the stranger was acting and because of such a thing, the killing machine would not let this one escape so easily – it was his land, so any unwelcomed visitor will and needs to follow his rules. In a country where mercy does not exist, something as foolish as self-defense is ridiculous – the main rule of surviving is kill or be killed anyway –. The Ishida may have his doubts if the boy is strong or if he only fought with low level soldiers, so, Mitsunari could – or maybe not – let another high level commandant take his command and do some fighting for good however his trust issues are a definitely a problem that needs to be solved.
The male raised an eyebrow, finding odd how casual the boy was asking and replying his own questions – in fact, if the white haired man was the enemy of the situation, he would have killed the soldiers in no time flat –. “Tell me your reasons to be here. Now.” The Ishida may be shaking in anger internally, however, this time his voice sounded calm and arrogant, perhaps a bit louder than usual. Even if the stranger was being honest, the killing machine would not dare to trust him so easily since this stranger attacked his soldiers and spilled their blood over their own land.
