"Aihh…how could I ask you when I almost attacked you earlier? It's fine…I'll just wait for a decade or two…five centuries, even…"
Kazuraga's response made Daru frown.
How could he wait that long?
"No, don't worry about it, just tell me what you need. I'll do my best to help."
"Aihh…I told you already, young man. There's no need to help a poor old, disable–"
But then, before the mythical swordspawn could finish his words, the dull clank of a sword echoed as Kazuraga felt a harmless blow on his neck.
[-2]
"Ahh…sorry…" Daru apologized after striking the swordspawn quite heavily.
He wasn't very good with words and wasn't very patient. Plus, he could somehow sense instinctively that the mythical swordspawn was wasting time, though he could not pinpoint why.
"YOU DUM–"
Kazuraga was about to explode in anger. However, he suddenly remembered he couldn't. How could someone who was suffering from such heavy injuries be so energetic?
