[There was no reason to fight against ordinary people, even if they disrupted his very sense of privacy and comfort in traversing the streets of Tokyo unnoticed. While he was skillful with a blade, he knew that the only weapon these people carried were ultimately their words.
Words stung and left scars, but he could keep walking despite those wounds.
He cast a shy, almost innocent look at Kija with that question, uncertain if his reasons were even appropriate to speak aloud...]
The little cakes there are cute, [he explained, hoping that would clarify the reasons for his rescuer. Cute food was the best reason ever to go visit a cafe.]
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Words stung and left scars, but he could keep walking despite those wounds.
He cast a shy, almost innocent look at Kija with that question, uncertain if his reasons were even appropriate to speak aloud...]
The little cakes there are cute, [he explained, hoping that would clarify the reasons for his rescuer. Cute food was the best reason ever to go visit a cafe.]