Toga practically vibrated with anticipation, his excitement palpable as he waited for Yuurei's arm to detach and spring to life. The sheer absurdity of such a feat had his imagination racing. In a world brimming with magic, Toga had seen plenty of marvels, but there were always surprises lurking around the corner—things that defied even the loosest boundaries of logic. This, he thought, might just take the cake.
And then, it happened.
“Whoa!” The dragon slayer’s voice echoed through the air, his enthusiasm spilling out like a tidal wave. His brown eyes widened in amazement as Yuurei’s arm separated from its host, falling to the ground with surprising grace. Where once there was a seamless connection to Yuurei’s shoulder, now remained a stump, raw yet unbothered, as though this was as natural as breathing for him. The detached appendage wriggled as a tail-like extension formed, giving it an unsettling, otherworldly appearance, while an eye blinked open on its surface, surveying its surroundings with sentient awareness.
Toga dropped to a crouch, his pink hair swaying slightly in the breeze as he leaned closer to the creature, his grin stretching from ear to ear. “This is insane! I mean, it’s awesome!” he exclaimed, marveling at the living appendage. His excitement bordered on childlike wonder, as if he'd stumbled upon a living legend made flesh—or, in this case, something far more amorphous. “Ah! I don’t even know your name, but I saw you in action when we fought together last time, Yuurei-sama! Hahaha!” His gaze flicked upward to the Warden of the North, who stood calmly, his symbiotic suit gleaming in the light. The black-and-white ooze seemed to ripple with sentience, an extension of Yuurei as much as the detached arm was now its own entity.
“So, let me get this straight,” Toga began, his tone shifting to one of respectful admiration. “The arm is just as strong as you? And if I remember right, that suit of yours can attack independently to protect you?” He whistled low, shaking his head in disbelief. “No wonder nobody wants to fight with you! Hahaha!” His laughter rang out, carefree and unrestrained, as if the sheer absurdity of Yuurei’s abilities had only endeared him further. There was no intimidation in his tone, only genuine respect and a healthy dose of curiosity.
Strigr, however, was less amused. Standing nearby, the blonde dragoness crossed her arms with an exasperated sigh. “Honestly, Oto-san, how are you so relaxed about something like this?” she muttered under her breath. Her golden hair shimmered in the sunlight as she watched her master kneel before the sentient arm like it was a newfound pet instead of a potentially lethal entity.
“I’d never have imagined meeting someone as strong as Yuurei-sama,” she continued, her voice carrying a mix of awe and concern. “But it seems my Oto-san couldn’t care less about the gravity of it all.” Her tone was apologetic, as if she were explaining Toga’s carefree attitude on his behalf. Toga waved off her concern with a dismissive chuckle, his focus still locked on the sentient arm. “C’mon, Strigr-chan, it’s not about being worried—it’s about appreciating how freaking cool this is! I mean, how often do you see something like this?” He leaned closer to the arm, his grin growing wider. “What else can you do?” he asked eagerly, his excitement rekindled as he waited to see what new wonders the arm—or Yuurei himself—would reveal next.
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