[Matoba chuckles to himself, particularly delighted by Ryouma's realization.] Well. We will just have to see about that, won't we.
[IF the Daitengu wasn't truly dead. If the clan survived out the week. Perhaps the next Daitengu would be hero material, too- who knows?]
[All of them were of the type to wish they could have those few minutes to toy with their all-powerful leader, to ascertain for themselves just what made them tick- but being who they all were, the Daitengu was surely the same ilk, and had known better than to be open enough to give them the opportunity. Too bad, that. Matoba had tried, anyway.]
I see. This sort of power is not completely unfamiliar to me, although I have never encountered it manifesting in ... quite this way. I suppose it isn't easy to keep your identity quiet when you are so well known, [Matoba muses, eye catching on Ryouma's crest once more.] ......It's already a foregone conclusion in the metropolitan areas, but even in the countryside where I reside, spirits and even the gods have wasted away in power so drastically due to humanity's waning faith in their existence.
To encounter someone like you, who remains fed perhaps on the scraps of idolization and remembrance that our [He smirks,] standard educations provide is....[His head drops with a soft laugh.] Hm. Like I said. You are a proof of concept that anything can become empowered through "faith". Even mortals.
...Is it uncouth of me to ask what your unique talent is, Sakamoto-san?
[He's no fan of ghosts, but he's clearly retained his sense of self, so... human enough to Matoba.]
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[IF the Daitengu wasn't truly dead. If the clan survived out the week. Perhaps the next Daitengu would be hero material, too- who knows?]
[All of them were of the type to wish they could have those few minutes to toy with their all-powerful leader, to ascertain for themselves just what made them tick- but being who they all were, the Daitengu was surely the same ilk, and had known better than to be open enough to give them the opportunity. Too bad, that. Matoba had tried, anyway.]
I see. This sort of power is not completely unfamiliar to me, although I have never encountered it manifesting in ... quite this way. I suppose it isn't easy to keep your identity quiet when you are so well known, [Matoba muses, eye catching on Ryouma's crest once more.] ......It's already a foregone conclusion in the metropolitan areas, but even in the countryside where I reside, spirits and even the gods have wasted away in power so drastically due to humanity's waning faith in their existence.
To encounter someone like you, who remains fed perhaps on the scraps of idolization and remembrance that our [He smirks,] standard educations provide is....[His head drops with a soft laugh.] Hm. Like I said. You are a proof of concept that anything can become empowered through "faith". Even mortals.
...Is it uncouth of me to ask what your unique talent is, Sakamoto-san?
[He's no fan of ghosts, but he's clearly retained his sense of self, so... human enough to Matoba.]