Thank the heavens that Alisa respected people’s privacy – how many times was he standing in front of his window ‘cringily’ testing out new outfits only to throw a fit and fall back on his gear from his old guild. It wasn’t until these recent years when he found comfort in the blue dress that his guild members offered him – it was light, simple, and easy to move in for a hand-to-hand enthusiast like him. It did make him look a bit more ‘regal’, though, and that was a cover that nobody should judge him by – Daiko had nothing to do with royalty, nobility or any notions thereof. Any noble trying to converse would quickly lose patience with his simple view of life.
And hearing about a merchant that sold pretty much whatever was on their minds sounded… a lot like something a certain other merchant would like to know more about.
“Well… yeah, I thought something happened to me, but I guessed I just got a spell cast on me… or something,” he wondered, since actual eye transplantations usually involved cutting, pulling, and replacing in very physical manners.
He eagerly followed her outside, thrown a key at his face to unlock a distant memory – the first time he met her, atop the Baska Rock where they sparred and tested each other’s mettle. That was a
while ago, he underestimated the flow of time and its toll on the world and how much it changed things.
“… Woah… that was long ago, huh? I almost burned your butt back then,” he chuckled, reminiscent of himself trying to remove grass blades from her rear with a flame appendage released from his maw. No way in hell could he had done it with his own hand, even if she wouldn’t have minded it back then.
What, she expected his 17-18 year old self to have been
that brave?
“I can fight without magic, alright!” he reassured her confidently, bumping his chest with a fist,
“Seriously, what else did Lamia Scale teach me other than that…?” She wouldn’t have to worry about him underachieving in fisticuffs – Daiko knew how to throw hands, hailing from a guild that revered in such activities, almost as if it was all it knew how to. Aguero… Shahrbaraz… those meatheads taught him well.
Weapons? Well, he had his gauntlet… and judging by her summoning, he was free to use it. Clenching the fist wearing the Mero Gauntlet caused it to grind the metallic pieces together, grinding and releasing a whistling shriek. Focusing on Alisa, his white eye began doing stuff again, because… numbers began appearing?
“Strength… 531… wait, that’s a big number, what’s up with that?” he mumbled to himself,
“… And Speed is almost twice as much… is that my eye’s power, too? Does this mean she’s, like, super duper fa-“ Alisa immediately revealed her overwhelming speed, drawing Yamato and slashing the air in front of him before he could even blink. Despite the distance allowing him to go unscathed from just the draw, red blurry lines began twirling around his position and covering his view, prompting him to leap 15 meters to his right side. That was when a swirling vortex of air slashes rose from his previous position, confirming that he
did in fact see an attack coming at him… but the lines were so blurry. They were way sharper before.
Usually, when an object was thrown at him, the line he could see was clear and white – a sharp trajectory. For an attack like this, where each slash had its own, independent direction, it’d just overwhelm his senses – while he wasn’t aware of the details, he was skeptical of his ability yet… screw it, he leapt towards her next and spun his entire body, launching a horizontal heel kick aimed at her center.
- Spoiler:
All gear equipped >:3