Simply, as the boy would think of, he watched Tomoe position himself without Masami moving an inch from his spot. Not that he was confident at all, in fact he was the opposite of it. A huge side of Masami knew that he was going to get beaten up, it was just that he hoped he would not be getting the same slap the creepy grown man received a few days ago... or was that a few weeks ago? Anyhow, Masami remembered exactly how it felt being saved in such situation, but the Tomoe from that time was drunk, or at least sober. Masami was sure that this time, there was no liquor and perhaps he'd receive an entirely different method of getting beaten up. After all, the boy has not yet proven to himself that his guild master is the sympathetic type, but perhaps he'd go easy simply because it was what the Joyan 'child' wished.
"Yup, kind of learned a thing or two." he mentioned as Tomoe was in the process of distancing himself, Masami amplifying his voice a little bit just for the red-head to hear him clearly. He didn't reveal exactly what he 'learned' from the woman by intention, even assuming that Tomoe would get the wrong idea out of it, but it was what Masami had intended, or at least how he wanted to temporarily 'mold' the guild master to become, as of the moment. That way, Masami would get the benefit out of this either way, not everyone values information like Masami does.
Fifteen swords conjured immediately – no matter how many times Masami had seen this, he cannot help but face it in awe, being amazed despite already envisioning how each sword would pierce through his body all at the same time. As if it had already happened, Masami groped his left waist through the layered cloth all-over his upper body, feeling the satisfaction of a not-pierced flesh through the thick overcoat. He wasn't supposed to think of all those things, apparently, because then it would hurt, and Masami doesn't like that. Almost not blinking the whole time, his eyes automatically closed for a split-second when fourteen of the swords stabbed the ground, altogether in an odd fraction of harmony. That single sword threatened Masami, but he heard completely what Tomoe wanted to make sense of.
'The dodging is okay but... destroying?' with the thought, Masami released his hand from the waist he held for a short time, relaxing his shoulders in the end and focused unto both the sword and the caster. Somehow, the word 'destroyed' rang a bell upon Masami, as if it was an open hint about what he could do, but that hope immediately vanished when he realized that he won't be able to 'destroy' them all as quickly as he wanted. He had to be overly-rational at this point, because then the guild master would not go easy, if Masami's perception was correct this whole time.
Left, or right? Masami was taught to always go right, but at this point did all of those matter not at all – either way, Masami only thought of any means running away, perhaps even some taunting in between. Such were sufficient for the young Joyan. Then, the single leftover sword took flight, immediately after Masami assumed that it would. The boy wasn't sure if it would switch directions, but it probably could – Masami would choose not to go after Tomoe, assuming that he could easily pick up the swords to both defend and attack, Masami knew almost nothing and it was enough to remind him that he wouldn't match at all until he gets something out of Tomoe, which was information, lots of it. Thus, Masami dashed directly to his east via a spell, giving about a 3-meter distance change from his original position, facing the northwest with an attempt to glance at both the single active sword and its caster – his body still engulfed in the strange feeling of warmth provided by the mana as it gave Masami's skin some sort of glow while it was still active in those few seconds. Still wasn't used to how that spell worked, Masami took deep breaths afterwards, as if he was going to die. Although his left pinky raised up on impulse, he had forced this to stay relaxed as he was no means in position to attack the red-head, assuming that it would grant him poison for not sticking to the orders. If he had attacked the target and not the swords for the intent of 'destroying' them, for some reason, this would automatically be suicide in Masami's perception.
Any sort of movement regards spell casting, as much as Masami believes, would grant him perhaps another sword for Tomoe to pick up in return. Why did it seem as strict as this? Has Masami been overly-cautious about what would happen in the future, this whole time? Thus, while panting after the dash, he held his wrist before his body could tremble in adrenaline, or whatever that sort of energy was called, Masami did not want it. All those attacks seemed slower as an audience but Masami was playing the role of a runaway victim, and only now he had realized that all of those slow attacks were faster than Masami could imagine. He didn't want to be made fun of, but that was inevitable, and Masami was annoyed over the thought. How could such a man grow this strong, and in what way could Masami catch up? Is this perhaps the reason why the girl named Faithe appeared to be so weary around Tomoe before their travel onto Myras?
Masami remembered exactly what the woman told him, her voice imitating what the woman exactly sounded like. The boy realized that he wasn't supposed to be placed in a situation where fear is such a present value, therefore right after the dash, his right foot supported his weight before his body could give up.
"Wait, wait!" as if begging, he had the right palm covering the knee on the same side, the other palm stretched out. Although Masami already assumed that the red-head was in no place to believe Masami upon his future statements, the boy wished either way.
"Stop. Hold on for a moment." he looked down as he tightly squinted his eyes, heavily panting from that one single spell – his body wasn't used to the usage of mana and Masami automatically knew that his body won't take it.
"I thought of something, get your swords out of here, or else I might actually die out of fear." he said this as he panted, Masami's knees giving up and now his forehead touched the cold floor, his hands trying to pump his heart back inside as they lay on top of the boy's own thighs, seemingly curled up. In other words, he was already hyperventilating and was in a state where, even with enough storage of mana, he would be unable to do anything else. Something about the mind and the body had answers in the boy's phenomena, and Masami was impulsively speaking words based on his self-sustaining attribute.
Sour words embellished his taste buds when he admitted that he was afraid, his mind still not completely accepting the fact that he is not made nor created for the mere purpose of fighting. It was only recently that he had learned of his mask being able to support more spells, but testing all of those, this sudden? Masami completely did not allow that. Once again, his body didn't feel warm because of the mana, but it felt warm inside of him – uncomfortably warm, as if he was going to explode, just like previously in Marigold's theater and in a tea session with a new acquaintance. Something inside of him wanted to unleash if this situation keeps up, and Masami was not yet ready as to allow such situation occurring in front of his guild master's eyes.
"Just... hold on for a moment." Masami wanted to try something out, but how could he if his body was already giving up due to mere ignorance? Although Masami wanted to get answers out of Tomoe in the first place, it seems as if he needed to get answers from himself instead.
Make (負け lit. Lost): 600/600; trained
「-20% WC reduction via Intelligence.」
Mitsuke (見つけ lit. Found): 600/600; trained
「-20% WC reduction via Intelligence.」
Ichi no Torii (一の鳥居 lit. First Torii): 800/800; trained
「-20% WC reduction via Intelligence.」
En Harae (炎祓 lit. Flame Purification): 598/1600
「-20% WC reduction via Intelligence.」
- Used Spells (-20 MP):
Name: Akatoki (暁 lit. Daybreak)
Rank: D-Rank
Mana Cost: 20 MP (-20% MP via Intelligence)
Requirements: Demon Soul Magic
Type: Supplementary | Dash
Element: Fire
Range: 05 Meters
Cooldown: 00 Posts (-1 CD via Demon Soul Magic)
Duration: Instant
Effect: The user engulfs their body with a thin layer of flames by dispersing a magic circle in front of their chest, allowing them to dash at a maximum range of 5-meters. The fire does not inflict damage whatsoever, but the user may still feel the warmth of the flames – slightly applying a soft glow of flames upon themselves.
- Masami's Statistics:
Mana: 1430/1450
(-20 MP from Akatoki)Strength: 1
Speed: 31
- Lunge Distance & Speed: 10 m/s
- Run Speed: 20 m/s
Constitution: 36
- Hit Points: S-Rank
- Run Duration: 4 Posts
- Lunge Frequency: 1-Post CD
Endurance: 80
Intelligence: 37