“That Kotaru fellow seems alright... but that bigger lady kotaru the sixth I think I overheard... she scares... me.“ Osu stated in a sort of concerned tone.
“Hmmm... if you ask me, the larger of the two would be more interesting to encounter.“ The sounds of hand tightening and flexing was heard while Mikoto spoke.
“Oh no I know that look you have please, brother, we need to not be causing trouble here.“ Osu anxiously tried to talk down the yokai berserker down from causing a scene.
“Really now, I don’t think a friendly little sparring would be too much, plus it’s especially boring without anything to test my skills on.“ Mikoto said as he turned to his shorter brother.
“No, you are looking for fights that you can really let loose on, I swear that oni blood that runs through you makes you seek out danger with zero hesitation.“ Osu retorted in a calmer tone, it was hard having these situations with his older brother, cause he knew it wasn’t just the oni blood that made him seek out conflict, something he knew all too well himself.
“Yes, and you to avoid fighting whenever you can, what have I told you about how indecision can easily lead to tragedy, at times one needs to be decisive to avoid the worst outcome.“ Mikoto replied in a slightly differing tone, a shard of that elder brother original self bleeding through.
“Tch... I know that, Mikoto. It’s just...“ How could Osu admit that he was scared of how it felt like he was entirely different person when he fought, almost like something flowed through him, was that truly him? That fierce aura that almost always washed over him in tight spots...