[It really had to be amazing to watch, how easily Takatora allowed himself to be manipulated by sweet words from someone he cared about. It started with Mitsuzane's usual address for him, then the genuine display of concern. For a moment, Takatora had wanted to question whether Mitsuzane was being honest with him, but he stopped himself, not sure if he wanted to know the truth. It took a few moments and a few deep breaths for Takatora's hands to stop shaking quite as much, at which point he leaned back in his seat and raised a hand to lightly, very carefully, rub at his shoulder.
How was he supposed to save the world if he was so weak?]
It's an old injury. A few years ago. ... it never healed correctly.
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How was he supposed to save the world if he was so weak?]
It's an old injury. A few years ago. ... it never healed correctly.