He doesn't say a word as Matoba does his work. He can feel something form inside him-- a tight feeling in the pit of his stomach that both makes him want to scream but also keeps it closed. If he was more aware of his feelings, he'd have the word for this. He'd know how to handle it. Instead, all he can do is silently endure his discomfort in front of someone else.
(Anxious. The word for this feeling is anxious.)
The magic he feels isn't totally unlike the saniwa's. He's familiar with what purification feels like and it isn't his first time feeling someone else's power fill him but Matoba feels more like power than the Saniwa's care.
(As he thought. Even with the offer of protection, he dislikes being handled by others.)
He's relieved when the spell ends and he turns his sword over to study it. Despite his discomfort, he can still feel the spell's effect. It's a good spell. He can't deny that and for someone who values strength like Hizen, he can certainly appreciate it. )
Got it. I'll be careful. (Not to waste it on a stupid moment. He remembers his manners,) ... Thanks.
(It's as awkward as one would expect. He returns his sword to his side, where it feels safer. Where he feels better. In turn, he reaches into his pocket and retrieves the same bullet as before. Matoba's lucky he has it on him if only because others have been trying to gather information (Hizen included).)
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He doesn't say a word as Matoba does his work. He can feel something form inside him-- a tight feeling in the pit of his stomach that both makes him want to scream but also keeps it closed. If he was more aware of his feelings, he'd have the word for this. He'd know how to handle it. Instead, all he can do is silently endure his discomfort in front of someone else.
(Anxious. The word for this feeling is anxious.)
The magic he feels isn't totally unlike the saniwa's. He's familiar with what purification feels like and it isn't his first time feeling someone else's power fill him but Matoba feels more like power than the Saniwa's care.
(As he thought. Even with the offer of protection, he dislikes being handled by others.)
He's relieved when the spell ends and he turns his sword over to study it. Despite his discomfort, he can still feel the spell's effect. It's a good spell. He can't deny that and for someone who values strength like Hizen, he can certainly appreciate it. )
Got it. I'll be careful. (Not to waste it on a stupid moment. He remembers his manners,) ... Thanks.
(It's as awkward as one would expect. He returns his sword to his side, where it feels safer. Where he feels better. In turn, he reaches into his pocket and retrieves the same bullet as before. Matoba's lucky he has it on him if only because others have been trying to gather information (Hizen included).)
Can you see it better now?