"Wait..."
"Isn't that the Marichi I've heard about?" Clit said, walking closer to Marichi.
"The boy who saved a member of the Danto clan from bandits..."
"The commoner who has done the impossible." He extended his hand, his praise genuine but his smile remaining just a little too tight.
Marichi feigned a flustered look, as if rattled by the unexpected praise, and shook Clit's hand. But his thoughts were racing.
This type…
I've seen them before.
Their smiles are usually fake.
He looked at Clit's smile that honestly did look like a polished facade over a cruel reality.
And their grip in handshakes...
He felt the surprisingly firm handshake and noted Clit's sharp eyes.
That it's surprisingly firm for just a handshake...
It's these types that are normally the deadliest...
These deceivers.
"Yes, I am," Marichi replied smoothly.
"And you are Clit of the…" He quickly glanced at the running fox crest on Clit's gi, the emblem providing all the information he needed.
