[So, maybe he's just being a coward, Tsuzuki tells himself, dips his brush, and carefully starts to write out the spell on the translucent slip of paper. It takes shape quickly, ancient forms of the characters for protection, envelopment, and strength filling the paper.
His own energy hangs in the air as he works, his efforts to keep it contained slipping away as he focuses on the paper. It's powerful indeed, if inconsistently disciplined, and there's a flavor to it that speaks of the spirit world more than the human.
It takes a few minutes before he finishes and sets down his brush, holding out the still-wet paper to display its geometrically precise calligraphy.]
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[So, maybe he's just being a coward, Tsuzuki tells himself, dips his brush, and carefully starts to write out the spell on the translucent slip of paper. It takes shape quickly, ancient forms of the characters for protection, envelopment, and strength filling the paper.
His own energy hangs in the air as he works, his efforts to keep it contained slipping away as he focuses on the paper. It's powerful indeed, if inconsistently disciplined, and there's a flavor to it that speaks of the spirit world more than the human.
It takes a few minutes before he finishes and sets down his brush, holding out the still-wet paper to display its geometrically precise calligraphy.]