>>1251219
>Fisticuffs
I CAST FIST

>>1251219
>Fisticuffs Lvl 4

>>1251219
>Fisticuffs Lvl 4
Remov face

>>1251236
>>1251252
>>1251471

Roll me 1d20+4 DC= ??

Rolled 1 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>1251516

>>1251516
shit I forgot this was running

Rolled 16 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>1251516
ayy lmao

Rolled 10 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>1251516

>>1251539

That's a crit. Cancels out critfail. Third decides.

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>>1251539
>>1251525
>>1251523
>>1251471
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>>1251236

He comes at you faster than you thought possible, a blur of orange shirt and tanned fists as he dleivers powerful jabs into your stomach. Getting your arms up before his double palm strikes probably saves your ribbs from being shattered, as he puts a bit of his power behind the blow.

The bright light stings your eyes as it impacts against your own power and you are sent back two steps in the dust. Your bare feet being slashed apart by the years of mixed in stones and glass; you stand firm. Ishi is fighting for his life.

Well, you'll have to do the same, time to kill - "May God have mercy on your soul Ishi."

> Draw Sword Fin. Lvl. 2

> Continue Fistfighting Str Lvl 4

> Try to use that woosh thing - DC modifier Spd.Lvl 4 other option's stat

> Throw a bandit at him Int. Lvl2

> Write-In

>>1251563
> Continue Fistfighting Str Lvl 4

forgive typos. Mobile chan is shit.

>>1251563
>Continue Fist fighting Str Lvl 4
DELET OLD MAN

>>1251563
>> Continue Fistfighting Str Lvl 4

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>>1251598
>>1251569
>>1251564

He doesn't respond with words as you close in, he just starts screaming out as if he discovered osme horrible truth about the world. The roar of a warrior charging into battle.

His fists are clenched at his side as you move in and deliver a storm of red tinted fists across his abdomen and head. Not even a flinch as your deluge of blows land, but you begin to notice that his muscles are beginning to bulge beneath his clothes. Whereas you towered over him in height before he is rapidly closing the height gap while his screaming lasts.

This is unsettling to say the least.

> Dodge Spd.Lvl4

> Apply Damage Str. Lvl4

> Try to work out what's going on Int.Lvl2

> Draw Sword

> Write-In

>>1251630
> Try to work out what's going on Int.Lvl2

>>1251630
>> Try to work out what's going on Int.Lvl2

>>1251640
>>1251639

1d20+2 DC 11

Rolled 3 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>1251674

Rolled 10 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>1251674

Rolled 7 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>1251674

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>>1251713
>>1251709
>>1251688

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w6Y2VY7bWGM

His power is coating him, you can practically taste it, the raw almost bitterness infesting the whole area. A couple of onlookers legs begin to shake as he continues his dsplay, his shirt ripping as his muscles outgrow the shirt he wears.

You begin to feel a great weight on you, like the beginnings of a migraine as his power climbs ever higher and dwarfs your own. It's different to that monster you were fighting; whereas i's strength was all physical and primal - this is the finely honed ability of an old soul. He may have been kicked out of the sword wizards' school, if that is a thing. But he is far more learned than you.

He's taken that tuition down a different path, intead of turning his power outward like he taught you and did with that palm strike - it's flowing inwards. He's enhancing himself and pushing his body beyond it's capability.

You're outmatched.

But you can't help but feel a little excited at testing yourself.

> Draw sword

> Trust in Fists

> Time to Flee

> Write-In

>>1251768
>> Trust in Fists

>>1251768
>Draw sword

>>1251804
>>1251773

Well imma watch some porn pray until the tie is over.

>>1251768
> Trust in Fists
>>1251846
Porn is degenerate.

>>1251768

> Draw sword

But somhow you tits come out furning the fighting.
Should make the old man stop powering up

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>>1252024
>>1251804
>>1251773

Okay then, fist fighting a giant -

Everything goes black for a second as a fist bigger than your head rams into your skull. Like a battering ram, your face caves and swells at once as you bounce off the ground.

Upside down you can't help but notice the leg that's going coming up/down at you as you are punted into the onlookers. Thankfully you only are in slight agony due to the two people you landed on who are now dead.

The crowd run away when you rise with red smoke exploding out of you, despite your battle wounds you shred the outer layer of your kimono under your power, the red fabric floating in front you like bloodstained rose petals.

Scarlet light explodes out of your formerly Emerald eyes

> Serious time Sword now lvl2 DC??

> Serious Time Counter punches lvl4 DC19

> Flee Lvl2 DC??

> Write-In

>>1252100
>> Serious Time Counter punches lvl4 DC19
ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA

>>1252100


> Serious time Sword now lvl2 DC??

>>1252100
> Serious time Sword now lvl2 DC??

>>1252154
>>1252134
>>1252105

Roll me 1d20+2

>>1252157

Rolled 1 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>1252159
Fucking

>>1252163
>Second 1 I've rolled
Fuck this, I'm not rolling anymore.

Rolled 4 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>1252157
wew

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>1252157

Nat 20

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>>1252187
>>1252178
>>1252172
>>1252163
>>1252159
>>1252154
>>1252134
>>1252105

Time to get-

Black

You're looking up at a thin strip of light, dust spinning in circles around in front of your vision. You're trapped under here, a solid half tonne of paper and holy fuck does it hurt.

> Time to panic

> Time to get angry

> Time to throw this rubble off you kick Ishi's ass and get durnk as fuck DC24

> Write-In

>>1252228
> Time to throw this rubble off you kick Ishi's ass and get durnk as fuck DC24

>>1252228
>> Time to get angry

We're unusually indecisive tonight. This quest is usually the one i don't have to wait for ties with.

>>1252228
>> Time to throw this rubble off you kick Ishi's ass and get durnk as fuck DC24

>>1252601
>>1252320
>>1252269

Roll 1d20+4

You need a crit to pass.

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>1253862
Any crit?

Rolled 4 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>1253862

Rolled 12 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>1253862

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>1253862

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>>1254465
>>1254097
>>1254072
>>1254032

You grunt and strain and bite and kick and struggle with all you've got. The wriggling on serves to widen a wound in your arm that you were unconcious when you recieved; a large stake of wood shining crimson as it skewered your bicep in the fall.

Somehow despite all that you're holding your sword in a vice grip, even when your knowledge of anatomy protests that holding anything with your arm in that state is impossible.

Like a coming storm your ears pick out the vibrations of the rubbles around you, slow and methodical. He's coming for you. Stomping through the wreckage like some monster.

"Suka-chan. You look horrible." A voice cries in despair. The tattoo on your intact arm sends spikes of agony through your arm as part of it rips and bleeds out like a black coiled serpent floating in the air. "Guess ya got in over yer head?"

You're frantically gritting your teeth not to scream and give away your position.

Mimihagi said he'd only be able to talk when he wasn't with the other guy - but you get the sense he hurried here when he felt you getting your ass beat; b]"Hmmmm you got enough raw power... but ya not been taught anythin besides how to make it come out. So, I'll just give ya an ace up your sleeve." You get the impression of a frown, even though you're talking to what amounts to a line of ink parted from your arm, "How's a spell tickle yer fancy? Just focus all your power into your hands, then when you feel ready - say somethin' important t'ya. Make sure it has a meter though, it helps release the energy in the right rythym y'know?"

You gasp in pain and almost let the scream you're holding loose. "Yer quiet. Guess I'll take it as my cue to go. Try not to die 'fore meetin' yer bro now Suka-chan. Ciao!"

> Ashes to Ashes

> Dust to Dust

> Sand of The Sea

> Write-In

>>1255119
>> Dust to Dust

>>1255119
>> Dust to Dust

>>1255313
>>1255256

Nobody else here tonight?

I'll write in 5.

>>1255472
Gimme a sec

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>>1255313
>>1255256

You close your eyes and focus your power in your stomach, doing your umost to ignore the pain streaking across your skin and core. It takes some time before your red fiery aura comes into effect, but when you do, you know exactly what to do.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pgxJMpyP9qI

From dust ye were made, to dust you shall return. Charging Duster

Red dust flies out from you in all directions the friction wearing away the concrete, paper and wood around you in a matter of seconds. Pulling yourself to your feet amidst a void of devestation from your technique, you notice that you're on the outskirts of town.

Aparently you were beaten through someone's house. The horrible implications have to be put aside for now, because the giant glowing form of Ishi is coming down the hill flanked by the bandit onlookers.

You clutch your sword tight.

??????? Lvl 5! Skill gained: ????????

> Surprise Stab Spd Lvl4. DC 14

> March up and Cut him up Fin. Lvl2. DC??

> Spell, random from unlocked ???Lvl5 DC16

>Write-In

>>1255472
BEAU-SEANT, BEAUTIFUL SAINT!

1. The black and white standard or war banner of the order of the knights templar, signifying death unto foes and fairness to friends and allies
2. The war cry of the knights templar

It's exact meaning has been lost in through the times but most likely it comes from médieval french and has a meaning similar to "Be noble" or "Glory unto the Lord".

Otherwise we already have a cry -

DEUS VULT!

>>1255119
>Ashes to Ashes

>>1255536
>Spell, random from unlocked ???Lvl5 DC16

>>1255556

I can work a future spell with this.

But would it be something like "Glory unto the Lord <Spell Name>" or "Beau-Seant, The Noble one <Spell Name>"

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>1255536
> Spell, random from unlocked ???Lvl5 DC16

Except do >>1255556 by trying to copy his inward focusing of power and draw THE LIGHT OF THE LORD INTO YOUR BODY!

Gonna be the Patron Saint of Punching Face.

>>1255536
>> Spell, random from unlocked ???Lvl5 DC16

>>1255562
>>1255557
>>1255567
>>1255571

1d20+5 kids.

Since I'm being nice, I won't count that 9.

>>1255567
>>1255565

I was thinking more that we would think that it was pronounced "Boo Saint" and think there was actually a saint called Boo. Which is a silly name but it means Beautiful on French, and Knight Templars were all frogaboos anyways. Goddamn Normans.

Rolled 16 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>1255579

>>1255581

It's a thing with the setting that spells are

<Verse> pause <Spell Name> So if you phrase it like that I'll make a spell for it. Maybe not until we get stronk though.

>>1255585

That's a crit. Guess we're going up to level 7 on this stat.

Rolled 14 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>1255579

Rolled 10 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>1255579

>>1255579
We ARE poorly educated about actual theology and history and whatnot, right? More enthusiastic than accurate.

IDK now that I'm not rushed it does feel a little forced. Really I just wanted to go with Beau-seant alone but I didn't think I would have time to explain my thought process behind it and the context I had for picking it.

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>1255579

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>>1255609
>>1255605
>>1255585
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>>1255571
>>1255567
>>1255562
>>1255557
>>1255619
>>1255629

CRIT = Double level up ??? = 7

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pgxJMpyP9qI

Behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth. Sacred Scythes!

The intonation takes the wind from your sails as the power leaves your body. Four scythes from in the air out of your red energy spinning and slicing the air and radiating bloodlust as they streak frowards towards the hulking form of Ishi. He seems to heistate for some reaosn and that is when three of the weapons embed themselves across his chest.

The magical weapons seem to eat through his energy before plunging into him and covering the bandits nearest him in a satisfyingly large wave of blood. You clench the handle of your sword as the fourth seems detsined for decapitation, only stopped by the pervert's last minute flinch. His glasses go flying from his face and where once lay an impressive white beard now is only a gaping wound.

He begins running at you; even though he is still slowed by his new size, the sensei is coming.

> Random Spell ???Lvl7 DC19

> Dash around him and slice Spd.Lvl4 DC15

> Stand gorund with sword Fin.Lvl2 DC17

> Write-In

>>1255647
>> Dash around him and slice Spd.Lvl4 DC15

>>1255647
>> Random Spell ???Lvl7 DC19

>>1255647
>Random Spell
We the virgin wizard now?

>>1255587
The Beau-Seant is a short invocation of the Saint, and "A Beautiful Saint" is the declaration of what we become in my mind.

Clothing gets tougher like plate armor, we glow, get bigger than life.

> Second idea was referencing the Red Cross they wear as proof of their oath of Knightly Combat. Red Cross, Right Cross, Christ on the Cross, there's something there but I couldn't make it work.

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>1255647
> Dash around him and slice Spd.Lvl4 DC15

>>1255693
Just getting the crap rolls out of the way.

>>1255684

Okay that gives me ideas for late game tech.

>>1255693
Rolled too early so it ownt count. Last mulligan though.

>>1255698
>>1255693
>>1255684
>>1255663
>>1255652
>>1255650

2v2 tie.

>>1255706
>Dash around him and slice Spd.Lvl4 DC15

>>1255706
I'll switch to

> Random Spell

>>1255728
>Beau-Sean
>>1255721
>>1255698
>>1255693
>>1255684
>>1255663
>>1255652
>>1255650

1d4 for the random spell.

Rolled 3 (1d4)

>>1255762

>>1255728
>>1255721
>>1255698
>>1255693
>>1255684
>>1255663
>>1255652
>>1255650
>>1255765

Now 1d20+7 for how good you do.

Rolled 20 + 7 (1d20 + 7)

>>1255774

Rolled 20 + 7 (1d20 + 7)

>>1255774

Rolled 13 + 7 (1d20 + 7)

>>1255774

>>1255779
We do good

>>1255779
>>1255783
>>1255784

Please excuse me for like 10 minutes.

I need to work out what just happened.

>>1255779
>>1255783
wut.

>>1255792
Clearly we get to copy Ishi's spell too now.

> Clearly these rolls mean it should happen.

I didn't roll them, but I'm declaring them a good omen for my idea. I'm nobbling your rolls mates!

>>1255792
we have aceneded into the havens

Well first of all you're now level 11 in this stat.

I'm trying to work out how much spoilers you guys just earned.

>>1255810
this happenei in starborn as well
sorta

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>>1255805
>>1255801
>>1255784
>>1255783
>>1255779

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TAQMJZeYSe8

You bring your power to bear and feel it all bursting into a towering inferno in the sky. It is impossible to see from the crimson fire spiralling around you and up into the sky. But the swirling vortex of energy that is causing Ishi to step back with his mouth agape stops, as if someone hit the pause button on a VCR.

You prepare to channel the sheer unmitigated power of Godly fury when the world seems to blur away. Where once you were dressedin a shredded and bloody kimono you now are dressed in black, with your long red hair tied backwards.

Your feet are covered with black comfortbale shoes and your body is clad in a familiar robe. Below you, a moonlike surface of purest white. No craters, imperfections of blemishes can be seen for miles around. Moving your head up shows you the ground.

Far, far below.

You are upside down, above a grand modern city dominated by what can only be described as the finest cathedral ever designed. It boasts three spires.

Two paired off as brothers, reaching out to the heavens and bearing gargoyle esque effigies of crusaders and saints in action; doing their divine duty.

The third is domes off and colossal, depicting Mary in all her virginal and pure perfection. Unspoiled by age, or even the elements - the undoubtedly ancient illustrations all seem to call out to you and thank you. You feel a deep sense of contentment as you stair into the enamel, stained glass and painted works. Choirs sing out in equal parts mourning, jubilating and warning.

You cannot see it from your position on the underside of the moon; but you know what lies upwards. Between you and heaven, the true heaven. Is Hell. A molten brimstone laden wasteland of firestorms. It dwarves the city in its gargantuan encompassment. It stays, always watching and observing. A distinct statement of certainty in it's ever present and conspicuous domain.

Hello Sukāretto Sutorenjā, I bid you welcome. A male voice says smooth as silk.

> Who are you

> Where am I

> Silence

> Write-In

>>1255983
>Who are you

>>1255983
>Who are you

>>1255983
>Who are you

>>1255983
>> Who are you

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>>1256034
>>1256008
>>1255999
Who am I? Dear Sutorenjā-Sama. I am you.

Turning around you see an angel. Clad in golden shimmering plate armour, there are no semas or imperfections along the impressively heavy metal. In his hand is a greatsword with a divine silver light that emnates from the blade, the handle seems to be made of flame. Not golden, not white, but red. The same deep red as your soul energy,

The man himself? He is the most beautiful man you have laid eyes upon or imagined. Cheekbones are strong but not overly prominent, his eyes are full of warmth and compassion - though right now a little spark of amusement and excvitement lies within. You get the impression the dark short hairstyle is not natural to him and that you have caught him in a state of flux.

He spreads open his arms wide, his six wings spreading alongside them in a gesture of friendship.

I wished to congratulate your pogress. Please, continue doing my Father's Work. He smiles, but you sense hidden pain, My name, is Lucifer


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pgxJMpyP9qI

You are back into the real world and a blue wave of energy harmlessly impacts your red twister of energy. It explodes outwards in a dome of utter soul power and you raise your off hand and recite the incantation; adding the spell to the encroaching dome of your energy.

"From dust ye were made, to dust you shall return. Charging Duster. "

The spell combines with your energy and the tiny little motes of ash that erodes away the world around you into smooth, unblemished perfection washes over Ishi and two of the bandit observers who got too close.

You cut the spell off once you lose sight of them, a perfect expanse of emptiness forty feet across, smoothed over from your spell's ministrations. Ishi and the two bandits don't even leave bodies behind, so thorough is the spell's effect.

Unable to stand, you collapse to one knee as the energy of a week of starvation and a marathon comes out of your reserves at once.

> Stand back up End Lvl3 DC16

> Fake Death Int. Lvl3 DC??

> Flee Spd.Lvl4 DC 24

> Write-In

BOSS SLAIN LEVEL UP AT END OF SESSION

>>1256112
>Stand back up
STAND PROUD AND DEUS VULT

>>1256112
is that fucking satan

>>1256112
>> Stand back up End Lvl3 DC16
Goddamn Morning Star

>>1256112
>Stand back up End Lvl3 DC16

>>1256112
>> Stand back up End Lvl3 DC16

>>1256144
>>1256135
>>1256133
>>1256123
>>1256119

1d20+3 boys.

Good work with the triple crit.

Rolled 9 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>1256148

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>1256148
goign form trip 20 this time

Rolled 10 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>1256148

>>1256152
hell yer baby
thers no breaks on this train

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>>1256153
>>1256152
>>1256150
>>1256144
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>>1256133
>>1256123
>>1256119

It takes you some time, but you stab your sword into the smooth dirt, leaving your mark on the remarkably blank aftermath of your explosive attack. Hauling yourself to your feet you see the bandits approaching.

"That's a lot of steel." You think casting a wary eye over the reflected light, "But DEUS VULT." Is the only answer you give yourself. Yanking your blade form the dirt and twirling it until both hands grip it tight. Your knuckles are white as you point it to the sky by your side, ready to take as many down with you.

"Now everybody is that any way to treat your new Sensei?" A buttery sweet female voice asks. The crowd parts muttering, while a white haired woman in a long flowing kimono you'd attribute to a noble in these weird parts - emerges with the black haired guy you noticed earlier by her side. "Welcome to the family." She says clapping her hands, closing her eyes and tilting her head with a slight giggle. "We'll get you a room and give you a few days to recover before your first lesson."

> Fuck off

> Accept the deal

> Ask if you can still live in the town

> Write-In

>>1256222
>Write in
"Deus Vult...?"

>>1256222
>> Accept the deal
but you cant you and the bandits cant live in the town or if you do youl help the people in this town.

so is laying with a woman counts as beening unpure? but since we not gettting the D it dosnt count:P

>>1256237

I have no idea what you just said dude.

>>1256222
>les up the waifu

Well this /u/ came out of nowhere.

>>1256261
Blame Moon.

>>1256222
>> Fuck off
And fuck off /u/

>>1256222
>>1256232 Changing to
>Accept the deal
Only so we can either kill or convert them from the inside when we get our strength back, we are apparently their sensei now.

Also no /u/

>>1256222
> Accept

> Insist they all get baptized as the Lord is the source of your strength

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>>1256299
>>1256276
>>1256270
>>1256251
>>1256237
>>1256232
>>1256334

"Fine." You say to which the lady squees.

The ground rapidly comes up to meet you and it is with a distinct whoosh a pair of arms catch you by the shoulders.

The pale black haired man from before allows you to lean on his shoulder as the lady begins ordering the men to get back to their posts with a sing song innocence that is quite frankly more intimidating than if she were shouting and swearing at the bandits.

"That was truly exceptional, stranger. I must confess I thought you were dead." Your escort says as you watch the bandits move ahead in groups of four or five back to what they were doing.

"That makes two of us. Stranger." You admit coughing into your fist. With ginger movements you place your sword back into it's scabbard.

Being led back up the hill you can't notice a series of craters in a perfect line that leads through multiple houses. You think you realise just how badly you got fucked up.

> Name's Sukāretto Sutorenjā

> Be straight with me, what am I in for

> Thanks for the help

> Write-In

>>1256360
> Have you heard of the glory of the Lord, and the compassion of the Lamb Christ, and the comfort of the ever present Holy Ghost that stands beside you?

>>1256360
>> Be straight with me, what am I in for

About to fall asleep, so level up time

Pick 1

> Speed Level 4 Skills: ??????

> Strength Level 4 Skills: Punch in the Face

> Finesse Level 2 Skills: Swordplay

> Endurance Level 5 Skills: Intimidate

> ??????? Level 11 Skills: ????

> Intelligence Level 3 Skills: Tracking

> Charisma Level 2 Skills: Diplomacy

>>1256360
>> Name's Sukāretto Sutorenjā
>>1256441
> ??????? Level 11 Skills: ????

>>1256441
> Charisma Level 2 Skills: Diplomacy

>>1256441
> ??????? Level 11 Skills: ????

>>1258991
>>1256877
>>1256466
>>1256390
>>1256375

Level up going into the mystery stat.

You're level 12 in it now. Will try to find the time to tie this off with one more post.

Currently 1 v 1 between introduction and what are you in for.

>>1259015
>introduction

>>1259015

>introduction

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>>1258991
>>1256877
>>1256466
>>1256390
>>1256375
>>1259193
>>1259295

"Name's Sukāretto Sutorenjā." You mutter by way of introduction, to which the man raises hi eyebrow suspiciously.

"Kattā" He replies as he guides you to the right of the tavern. "Welcome to Lady Thievery's Band." He deadpans.

"What am I in for?" You ask,

"As sensei you will be respected and honoured." He pauses in his weird stilted speech, "So long as you're willing to teach all these killers, murderers and madmen how to be better killers, murderers and madmen."

"You don't seem like a madman." You say as he slide sopen one of those paper panel doors for you.

Kattā wait for you to disentangle yourself before responding,"Naturall that would make me one of the other two." He bows low in the manner everyone here seems to love, "Goodnight Sutorenjā-Sensei."

The blackhaired swordsman walks off leaving you ponder what kind of situation you've stumbled into.

And this guy just sent you to bed with no supper and it's not even 2pm! Oh and you're apparently Lucifer. That's fun.

>>1259488

We are the pretttiest angle ever.

Also we train them to be gurds of this towns folk and clean up the town

>>1259897
Are you saying we're a cute?