Gen Narumi (鳴海 弦) - Kaijuu 8-gou - Episode - 13
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Gen Narumi (鳴海 弦) - Kaijuu 8-gou - Episode - 13
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KAIJU #8 - Kaiju & Weapons
I’ve read all of Kaiju no 8 manga so here’s Ichikawa redraw :3
I'm cooking up an ihareno medieval fantasy fic :3 here's a snippet from the current wip!
There's a beautiful boy standing at the entrance of Iharu's stable, peering meekly inside as though he's afraid something might jump out at him from the shadows.
"Y' alright there?" Iharu calls, and the boy jerks with fright.
"Um," he squeaks when he finally spots Iharu, who's half-hidden behind an open stall door. "Hello. I– I am very sorry to interrupt, but might I ask for your help?"
Iharu straightens with a groan, brushing clumps of dirt from his thighs. The mare whose hooves he'd been picking arches her long neck to snuffle at his hair, eager for the treat he'd promised her if she behaved.
The boy, who'd braved moving closer to get a better look at who he was speaking to, takes a step back when Iharu straightens to his full height. "Um," he says again, more quietly this time.
Iharu regards him carefully. His expensive clothing is streaked with muck and his fine silver hair is matted with twigs. Alarm bells ring in Iharu's mind when he notices the stranger isn't carrying any bags or weapons, and he hadn't heard the telltale signs of an approaching horse– nobody comes this far without supplies. Especially in times like this.
"You must've travelled a long way," Iharu observes, pulling off his thick farrier's gloves and tucking them under his arm.
"Yes," the boy swallows nervously, "I have been walking for months."
"Alone?"
"No," the boy rushes to answer, shaking his head rapidly, "no, I would never dream of it, my… I have companions staying in the town down the road. I came here because I had heard of a man who might be able to help me."
"And didya roll through the woods or somethin'?" Iharu scoffs, crossing his arms in a way that he knows shows off the breadth of his chest, the muscle in his shoulders. "It's not like you noble folk to appear anywhere without cleanin' up a little."
"With respect," the boy deadpans, totally nonplussed by the display, "you are not all that clean yourself, mister." Iharu shares a look with the mare behind him, who huffs as if to say get a load of this guy.