When Ittindi mentioned his prospective student, Tōga gave a small, approving nod. It was always intriguing to hear about new talent being honed and shaped, potential waiting to be realized. But it wasn’t until Knuckles, directed his attention squarely at Tōga that his interest truly piqued. The demon offered a fleeting comment, but its weight lingered in the air like the final note of a battle hymn. It wasn’t just a casual remark; it was a challenge, an unspoken assurance of the clash they both knew was inevitable. Tōga’s lips curled into a grin, his sharp teeth glinting in the flickering light.
“Oh yeah, Knuckles-san!” he said, his voice brimming with excitement as he straightened slightly in his seat. “We definitely need to trade some blows soon.” His tone was light, almost playful, but beneath it lay a current of genuine anticipation. Tōga wasn’t one to shy away from a fight, especially not when it involved someone like Knuckles. The two had fought side by side in the past, their combined strength turning the tide of more than one battle. But the idea of facing off against the demon in a one-on-one match stirred something primal within him. He had heard the stories—whispers from Lumikki, Brone, and Yuurei about the power Knuckles wielded, the ferocity with which he fought. Even among their circle, Knuckles was seen as a force to be reckoned with, someone who could tip the scales with sheer might alone. The thought of testing his own strength against that kind of raw power made Tōga’s blood sing.
“Ittindi-san! Doesn’t that sound exciting!?”
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