”True… hey, I wonder if they’d be willing to form an alliance with us in the future. Better find out now than later,” he replied to the habanero-haired fire wizard. A lot of information would be needed, too; he couldn’t help but be curious about a new guild of wizards in his own homeland - this was something that not even Infinity Hydra could equal even with their inspirations and themes from the very same land. Besides… it had been such a while since Mura had a real, Midian talk with some from his own country; with all due respect to Haru and his ties to Terra Ignis, the young man didn’t speak Midian. When was last time that Mura had ever spoken that language? There was something magical to it that drove him to interact and socialize with other Midians through that language. It was missed…
It was expected yet not thought about. It kind of surprised Mura to hear that Haru wanted to come with him - most likely on a future trip to Midi. The shaman would be glad to greet Haru to his family at the District, visiting his father once again, have a talk with his countless cousins and aunts with their extremely sweet Taiyaki. Imagine a fresh, homemade Taiyaki filled with a Nutella-like essence - it made his mouth water a little. “Hell yeah…” he almost moaned in pleasure. Meanwhile, Kyuken and Zirconis eyed the arena further ahead - the Grand Magic Games’ main arena which could be seen from up here.
“Grand Magic Games, huh… pfft, if you’re interested in arena history, then you should hear about my own Grand Games!”
“And what exactly have you been going through? Let me guess, a bunch of swords?”
“W-Well, imagine a hundred men against one. They’re all heavily armored, and the battle is equally as heavily biased. Imagine yourself as an infamous figure, a face that people tend to fear… and boom… all hundred men, on their knees or sent to the realm of the dead, all because of a worn out Midian with two katanas in his hands. I tell you… I’ve never been so afraid yet excited about anything in my entire life.”
“Wait, the battle was biased? What do you mean by-“
“Yeah- wait, is that all? No ‘whaaaat’ or ‘impossible!’? Are you serious?!”
“Just get to the point- what do you mean by biased?!”
“As I said, I was quite infamous… there was this highly respected man among the judges who plotted my death. Now that I think about it… he kind of looked like you…”
Kyuken’s eyes would dart over to Haru’s, his soft chili-red hair reminding him of Dojimaru, the rather mentally ill man who wanted reputation in Midi by tracking down and killing potential threats, especially among ronin.
The sun was slow today, so Mura wanted to let Haru talk a little. “So, uh… anything on your mind? You know, things that boys talk about? Any irritations over something, excitements, ambitions or-“
“What he means is, you got any lady on your mind?”
“-That too… I mean, I hope that Eris hasn’t gotten to your head, she’s a little dangerous…”
He obviously meant that with a good intent in his heart. Uhh, *men* aside, he could never read that kitsune, and he feared complicated troubles in the future. Besides, even Mura had his own, only girl in his mind all the time…
“Or do you rather want me to read your mind?” he began teasing, a childish grin appearing on his face, “I mean, I’m quite good with this kind of stuff… given your reactions with Eris, I can say that you have an interest in fluffy yokais. The only other yokai in our guild… is…”