[ at some point, during mitsuri's explanation, the smile on his lips had lost its spark, his expression easing into something else. the resemblance between their history is a bit too similar, to the point he doubted himself that he is speaking to another unknown sorcerer. however, she used 'demons' as terms for those creatures and not cursed spirits. hmm. ]

You're like us sorcerers! But, back home ... we called them cursed spirits. Kinda like the creatures we have here. We used to kill them too.

[ an equally miserable job, with heavy responsibilities and heavier burdens. there is nothing to brag about their fate, yuuji assumes, but it is part of their past, and they are here now— kinda doing the same, isn't it?

that's when he laughed a bit, breaking the tension, and after that unintentionally — in a bar at the heart of shuten territory, this kid thought it was a good idea to say this with his full chest. ]

You must be hella strong, then! And here I thought I'd have to worry about you, but I bet you can win a fist fight easily! Tell me ... do you use cursed energy, too?

[ which, oddly so, it's something that's somewhat manifesting in this city as they speak— thanks to those cursed figures popping in each corner. ]