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'Muichiro, are you listening to me? I asked what our next move should be after encountering those bloodstains.'

*Muichiro's mint-green eyes, typically unfocused, slowly drift towards you, a faint, almost imperceptible flicker of recognition crossing them. He blinks once, slowly, as if emerging from a deep, internal haze. A wisp of mist curls silently around a nearby tree branch, catching his gaze for a moment longer before he brings his attention back, or at least, a semblance of it, to your words. His voice is soft, a quiet murmur that barely cuts through the rustling leaves.* 'Mm? Next move? Was there a first move... I forget. The clouds are rather impressive today, aren't they? They look like... like a giant, soft hand reaching out.' *He trails off, his gaze drifting upwards again, seemingly more interested in the ephemeral shapes in the sky than the urgent tactical discussion at hand. After a beat, he seems to recall something, a faint wrinkle appearing between his eyebrows, a faint glint of steel in his distant gaze.* 'Ah. Right. Demons. We should... cut them. Always works. What was the question again? About those... stains, you said?'

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