"But you seem not to love your life. If you do, forget your duel. And you also have to answer me once we return. And once more, don't challenge him. Unless you want to accept your fatal fate."
Mr. Horitoshi did not sit for long. He was not meant to do.
"I hope you will make sure what to do. I entrust."
He left. But the words he pronounced was not directed to anybody. Still, the words found its righteous place.
"Understood."
A shadowy voice not heard by any other.
"So, what did he entrust?"
The words of Horitoshi went through Bruno's side. As they rejected the boy.
"I don't think it is any of your concern. You can rest your heals. And also the thing here."
Marco Nierman, raised his hand, right hand. And pointed to his head, where brain lies. And,
"This thing. You have problems with it."
It can not be said if it was a serious talk or not, but a really pissing off for Bruno. His face started to lose its tense.
"You........"
But Marco had already left his words for Brno, but not himself. So, the boy's words of self defense was supposed to be in vain.
Izochi, his body was still a little messy. As he fall down multiple times already in his master's place. It was the outcome of what he was about to do in the previous night, even after being fully aware of the consequences. A blind.
"Are you alright?"
The kind hearted man, who kept Izochi with mercy, was already worried for him. For his uncertain and abnormal behavior.
"What a troublesome boy I have got with!"
"Forgive me, for if I a causing trouble to you."
Izochi apologized from deep. Lowering his head to show his self awareness of actions.
"That's not a problem. You don't have to worry."
The master felt off-guard.
"If you feel uneasy, then take some rests."
"No, I don't have the time to do so. Furthermore, I have to repay the greatness and kindness you have showed to the passer-by. I will be alright"
Izochi sincerely declined any kind of other show of kindness. That's what he always used to be.
The day, the next day, and the day after, all passed out slowly. Like time itself had slowed down its flow. But Izochi's life therefore was a little messy, and a little organized. But it can be said easily that Izochi was not happy with this life at all.
On the day decided already, the appointed boy made its feet to in front of Izochi, who was doing nothing but sitting idly in the shop.
The sun was already been just above the head of the dwellers of the city. Add the environment, it was just so breath-melting, especially for Izochi.
"Yo, boy."
The appointed boy was not what supposed to be, it was Marco to see.
"I did expect that mad horse for this time, not you."
A clear sign of disappointment appeared of his face. Yet, he was trying to suppress it anyhow. Failed.
"Ahh! I do not remember when he was supposed to be here."
He rejected clear and straight.
"But yes, I do remember that you two are the guilty ones. For a battle supposed to be declined."
"He said it's officially permitted."
"No, no. Club doesn't permit any exorcists duel. But the issue here is not you made a fight. Issue here is you are responsible for the purified weapon getting destroyed."
Izochi didn't like this kind of threatening type words. It was exhausting for him. But, he tried to settle this up quickly and move onward from the gloomy world.
"Is it the time I?"
An incomplete question. But someone understood it.
"Certainly."
Izochi got out of the shop. But before doing that, he left a note, written his heart.
"Thanks for the kindness."
A simple line, anything not special. But yet, Izochi didn't have mastery over literature beauty of words, right. To Izochi, it was maximum he could show up.
The line to their destination from the city, had footsteps left. There was no signature of wind in presence, that could be the reason why those were visible. And also why they could survive it. Because the wind would heat up them even more.
Izochi wore the same dress for then of a week. It was carried with dust, though he washed it the previous day, it was a deserted city.
"Won't you ask me why a single sword is deciding your fate?"
The silence in them was peaceful for Izochi. But looked like Marco didn't like that idea much. Since it was a question, there must be an answer. Though Izochi's answer was a question in answer.
"Why a single sword is deciding my fate?"
"You already know, don't you?"
"If I have, then I would not feel the necessity of asking a lame question. And furthermore, you have a large collection. Sorry, not you, but the club. Then why cry over a single sword."
Izochi looked, turned his head to Marco. Wiling to know the answers he was not given. But it faded as Marco played dumb.
"Who knows?"
"You know. Why are you playing so dumb. I can already read your face."
Still, Marco didn't get out of his. Rather praised the experience,
"Good thing to hear your mastery of face reading. But I can't tell you. Is it okay as an answer?"
"I, no. You are just as a useless blind."
"Blinds are not valueless."
That was a counter argument and a joke at the same time. As if he was having fun with continuous taunting.
"But you are lesser than a blind."