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"It is better to fear the old man in a profession where young men are common. At least, I believe that is how that works."

"....far too many, it would seem. You must have been quite the warrior."

"I see. You use painting to create things into thin air. Is that.....normal? Ugh."
"This lacking of the understanding.....it really incinerates me. Hopefully our memories return soon, and fast; I can't stand feeling like there is a hole in my head."

Shoes, seemingly having nothing to contribute at the moment, simply stared intensely at Serena, a bloodlust sitting behind his eyes that did not belong on an herbivore. At least, until Marcia addressed the horse, at which point he stamped his feet, shook his head a particular way, and snorted before returning to his glare.

"You know, that horse of yours is kinda cute....Marcia. Yes, definitely your name. Does he like sugar cubes or apples?"
"Horses are my sacred animal, you know. Them and manatees."

"Sure thing Selene~ Let's do this thing, it should be fun! Oh... we need a new party name though... Seems like Mister 2-Swords left... I think? I don't remember what he looked like honestly. Horribly plain and generic if ya ask me. Oh but besides we have so many new friends. And a couple weirdos! But mostly friends, and the weirdos can be Friendos!" The fiery haired demoness leapt on her sister with a great big hug as she did this. The kind your elder sibling did on purpose to embarrass you in public. Only in Lilian's case she didn't know such as thing could be perceived that way. She was much too lost in her new found excitement.

Kazuto glares at Lilian from across the bar, his pint glass clanking on the wooden countertop.
"I'm still here, you know. It'd be nice to have a thank you for me busting you out of prison. I didn't do that, you'd both still be sipping bootleg mai-tais in a prison cell."

"As long as you pay my gracious self the proper homage, we could calll each other friends."

"No. I would like my payment in the form of your toe gnail clippings." There was a moment of silence following this statement, then Gnome Jenkins continued. "As the only likely buyer of such a commodity, I can reasonably set a fair quantity. Let us say a filled barrel."

"Of course, a goddess like myself can always make accomodations for-"

Those crucial seconds allow Serena to completely miss what Gnome Jenkins just asked.

"Wait."

And then it hits her.

"Wait. D-did you just say..."
".....d-did you just say....y-you wanted a...."
"A BARREL OF MY TOENAILS?!?!?!?!?!"
"W-WHY WOULD YOU WANT SOMETHING LIKE THAT?! WHY WOULD ANYONE WANT SOMETHING LIKE THAT?! ARE YOU SOME KIND OF MASSIVE PERVERT?!"

Outside, the sounds of a fierce rainstorm can be heard, massive raindrops clattering onto the cobblestones like hailstones cracking on rock.

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"Having more people willing to MPMH 42 is always welcome. Possibly taking turns teaching him a thing or two."

"I can't change my entire personality in a single day, guess I'm still crap with compliments... But yeah, it was supposed to be one, Milly. Sorry."

"A-always happy to help. I always wanted to be a teacher, y-you know...."
"And, w-well....you know, i-it's always worth trying something even if it seems hard, right? That's what some old friends of mine used to tell me, a-anyway....."

Milly frowns.
"You don't need to want something from someone else to w-want to help them, even if you guys being my customers would be nice....."

"....eh?"
Milly does not, in fact, understand.

Minato smirks beneath his helmet, despite the dull, throbbing pain from mere moments ago, despite being technically outmatched.

He knew, exactly, what he needed to do now, but he was going to need a few moments to line it up. For one, he would need far more weapons than he had right this instant, and for two, he didn't want to give away that he'd figured out his enemy's trick, not yet.

Better to keep playing the cocky fool who happened to have an occasionally good insight, as opposed to the cunning knight who'd just figured out the winning play. He had to know if he had any more tricks up his sleeve; the multiplying, the stone skin, the jumping. Son Goku, as Minato likely knew him, was overpowered even by the standards of mythology, and Minato wasn't about to risk everything just because he knew his enemy's weaknesses because he was starting to figure out what he was up against.

All Minato had to do was line up everything perfectly. The best laid plans always went wrong, but Minato could manage. It wasn't like everything hadn't gone completely wrong before, and it wasn't like Minato couldn't deal if it did. All Minato had to do now was pull this off.

Gate of the Grand Arsenal, to fill Minato's arsenal up; can't surround yourself in explosions if you hadn't the tools to do so, and can't fire a bow if you hadn't the ammunition. Prep another healing potion, just in case. As the halberd crashes down onto Minato, Minato immediately uses one newly summoned weapon to blast himself out of the way, stripping off his jacket in such a way as it seems unintentional, letting the jacket get caught in the explosion to blow dust into the Bodhisattva's eyes.
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Branwen takes a step back from the cloud, in case breathing him in was dangerous, either to her or to him. Presumably, breathing other people in was a bad thing.
"No, our heads are definitely like yours. Your head is..... how can I describe it? Sorry, the words are not coming."
"Your head is quite definitely green fire."