"Hey baldy. You shine today. Care to share a few tips?"
Inuzuma’s eternal eminence found itself reaching a crescendo of change within these present moments. Entirely unwanted, entirely uninvited, for nary a single soul found the courage to even leave their humble wooden homes in lieu of the blight currently found itself heading through the streets. Wherever it went, it felt as if a mirror followed suite, allowing for one’s very soul to be reflected in the depths of someone who held their own brand of renown. Grown men were reduced to sniveling babies, shopkeepers didn’t hesitate to just slam their doors in people’s faces....
Exactly what could’ve prompted such an interesting reaction? Thoma for one, found himself clueless, figuring a future trip to either the Yashiro or Tenryou commissions were tantamount if there was any hope of solving this dilemma. Alas. Currently his attention was taken today and to fulfill the promises of those he deemed close always held a special candle.
This spirited housekeeper’s arrival literally could not be missed. As he approaches, it seems as if the orange-ish, periwinkle skies of this eternal land would find themselves upped in scale, nearing a ivory color while the surroundings instantly found themselves hotter. In fact, a few passerbys hadn’t hesitated in dropping their dango, horrified screams ripping free as one pair within the crowd’s eyes begin to smolder and smoke, literally frying inside of their skulls while they escaped.
Then arrived Thoma. Confusion fresh upon his features while raw iridescent ignited clear from his cleanly shaved head. The very Heavenly Principles were singing their due praises as finally, one of these humans found the true route to divinity unparalleled, light itself reigning so prominent that even the very golden gates of Celestia itself shuddered in possibility.
To think Barbatos here never failed in first finding the world shakers.
"Baldly? Don’t be silly- the soul of my hair is a never ending melody itself, flowing strong as we speak--”
“STOP, IN THE NAME OF THE LAW! AREN’T THOU-- OOH!?” Away from the conversation of these main characters, two police samurai had immediately stepped into the scene, only for horror befitting for the dark deities that plagued their land to be now utilized. Their blades! Just drawing their blades had been met with an instant counterattack! Just from the refractive properties of that bald head...
Their blades were proceeding to melt right from their hilts, resembling a substance closer to silver mercury compared to anything else.
As the jade eyed man took a moment to rub the side of his head, just the mere brush led to another odd phenomenon as the lights seemingly concentrated to a further pinpoint to a wider berth, alternating between nauseating levels of heat or minimized lasers so potent, that with a single touch, their heated fury caused nearby homes to immediately combust. Still, Thoma found these odd string of events to be oh so odd.
What exactly was happening with Inazuma now days?
“Anyways the name is Thoma! And how about we exchange hair care over some tea? If you’re looking for radiance..” Pride is clear within his expression before he squints towards the dear bard.
“Then I do believe I have some tips that’ll truly let your light ignite as well.”
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