@zanpakutohotspring x
Masaharu’s no kid.
Despite looking older than they are, he is twenty-three years old, much past the age of adulthood and in the stage where somebody should be taking care of themselves without any help from other people.
It’s what he’s been doing for ten years, ever since he inherited the title of the Kasugai Crow Caretaker. He knows how to think for himself, take care of himself, as well as defend himself.
"'In your way'?" Masaharu echoes, clenching his Wakizaki a bit tighter. Blood coats the weapon- demon blood, the liquid also painting their body. It dyes on their skin, their kimono, their bandages- seeping through the cloth, staining their injured eye, the organ irritated by the liquid touching it. He can smell it, the sickening stench of iron; he can practically taste it, with how much it invades his nose.
I'll need a thorough shower after this.
"We're surrounded. I can't get out of your way unless I decide to walk right into one of their mouths and get eaten."
Is this guy a Slayer?
Probably not. He's not wearing anything close to the uniform.
That makes the situation more complicated, then.
God dammit. If he's not a slayer, then he doesn't know how to kill the demons; if he wants to go hack and slash at them, the demons will know he's not a threat, and then they'll kill him. Masaharu's not in the mood to see a dead body today.
"Just-" They click their tongue. "-stay here, alright? These guys can't be killed through ordinary means, so whatever you wanna do isn't going to help. I'm currently waiting on Tsuki to find something of mine, and once I get that, we'll be home safe."
He's glad he decided to bring that crow on his excursion. With sharp eyes, the bird'll be able to locate his wisteria pouch in no time.
Hopefully, this guy'll do exactly as Masaharu says, and not make his life more difficult than it needs to be.
Hopefully.
The caretaker prays to the gods this situation goes as they want it to.
