He didn't know how fast this guy could put an arrow to his bow, Ryusei thought, head down. If he could close the distance, he might have a chance. But that only held true if this guy didn't have a repertoire of close-range tactics. Ryusei had already made a mistake of that sort with Tatsugami, and that hadn't ended well, to say the least. Best not to get into a fight at all.
Fortunately, something had popped up that could potentially defuse the situation at hand. Ryusei glanced over at Kengo under his hair. He didn't know what to do with this information that Kengo had been looking for his 'dead friend'. Kengo only had one dead friend; it couldn't have been anyone but Gentarou. And yet, if Ryusei understood this timeline thing right, Kengo had been carrying Gentarou's body before he'd found himself here. It couldn't have been Gentarou Kengo was looking for but rather Gentarou's body.
That had been before Ryusei had arrived, he assumed. Ryusei had told Kengo that Gentarou was alive, whether Kengo believed him or not. Ryusei hadn't asked what Kengo had been doing during the period he'd been alone here. Maybe he should have, but on some level Ryusei must have known that it would be something like this.
He could sort out all of this later. Deal with the immediate problem first. He pulled his hand out of his pocket to politely clasp them in front of him, looked up, put on the tentative smile that he intended to exude harmlessness and ineptitude. "What are you doing here, then, Mr....?"
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Fortunately, something had popped up that could potentially defuse the situation at hand. Ryusei glanced over at Kengo under his hair. He didn't know what to do with this information that Kengo had been looking for his 'dead friend'. Kengo only had one dead friend; it couldn't have been anyone but Gentarou. And yet, if Ryusei understood this timeline thing right, Kengo had been carrying Gentarou's body before he'd found himself here. It couldn't have been Gentarou Kengo was looking for but rather Gentarou's body.
That had been before Ryusei had arrived, he assumed. Ryusei had told Kengo that Gentarou was alive, whether Kengo believed him or not. Ryusei hadn't asked what Kengo had been doing during the period he'd been alone here. Maybe he should have, but on some level Ryusei must have known that it would be something like this.
He could sort out all of this later. Deal with the immediate problem first. He pulled his hand out of his pocket to politely clasp them in front of him, looked up, put on the tentative smile that he intended to exude harmlessness and ineptitude. "What are you doing here, then, Mr....?"