[9:00 PM]
[08 November, 1392]
"Why did you call me here?"
Marco was sitting in the room of Mr. Horitoshi. In front of him, Horitoshi was sitting just at him.
Marco's hands were closed with each other. On his legs. While his head was against the wall.
"You have to observe Izochi tomorrow."
"But why do I need to observe him even now. It is not like he will be lost."
"You need to do it. Because it is necessary."
Mr. Horitoshi leaned to the wall. Looking over him, he gave out an expression with such annoyed.
"Huh."
He closed his eyes out of tiredness.
"You really do question too much."
"Why will I do observing him all night? Then what will happen to my role assigned?"
He looked at Horitoshi.
"You will do it for the sake of him not to get carried away."
"And?"
"Your role will be given to Bruno."
Marco's eyes were locked onto the captain just in his worth reaching. It was normal for him to always get such out of the box tasks and missions throwing away the original and official ones.
"It is more like I am your passive card."
Mr. Horitoshi turned down his head a little slowly. And with a smile on his face, he replied.
"It all depends on you. If you think you are been used as a passive card or as a tool, then you are used. Because it all depends on what you think..."
Marco did not like the philosophical words out of his mouth and to his ears. Yet he had to receive it because it was his captain who was saying.
"you think and How you see the things."
"Then what the hell will I do following him all the night?"
He requestioned again.
"You will have to see his performance all over the time. Meaning you will memorize how many battles he fights. How much great his performance is."
"Anything else you want this to do?"
Mr. Horitoshi this time made a real laugh. No bargaining.
"Obviously there are."
Marco was already annoyed and tired of these overestimated things on him. And the list being not full yet, was like throwing alcohol in burning fire.
"One. If he needs support crucially, you have to show up.
And two. If you see he is losing control over himself, you have shut down his progress.
Understood?"
"Yah. This is more like a supporting roleplay. or noteplay."
"It is."
Marco's face became full of disappointment and regret. It was so clear and outcoming that even Mr. Horitoshi noticed it.
"Don't worry. I will think of sending you to Etopia next time."
"What there to be done by me?"
"Don't worry. That time, it would be an official mission."
Marco seemed wondered and questioned at the same time. He relocked his vision to the rood above them. Though there was nothing to be gorgeous enough to be looked at, Marco seemed amazed by its white looks.
"How can I believe it this time?"
"At least this time, I am saying the truth."
"I don't believe in you."
Marco stood up and worked out of the room as if he didn't care.
[8:30 PM]
[09 November, 1392]
"What a shame for me!"
Marco was standing just out of touch of Izochi. On the tallest building in that part of Balkan where Izochi was. Despite the entire area was void out dark filled, Marco was like to see everything clearer than anyone else could. All thanks to his power.
[Year 1395]
"What is it that you want me to do for you? So that I can stay here."
A middle aged boy with such long hair, in black color appeared in a room of the headquarter of Horitoshi clan, in Alola. On his front twelve people were sitting idly, with a sense of dignity.
Only the man was standing. His hairs were straight. And was wearing a very old fashioned dress. Previously used by solo exorcists, before the dividing of Exorcist Society. The dress was quite simple, but also energetic and confusing.
He was wearing a extra large and loose top, covering his elbows and more. It was of dark, black color. And the bottom he was wearing was also dark and black. It was not as loose as his top, but also not tight. Covering the Malleoli of his legs half or something like that.
But the most interesting thing about him was not his bottom or his top. It was the bandages he was having on his arm. From under the hands of his top, to his palm. Totally white bandages, unmatching to his dresses.
"You want to see us giving you the permission to stay here, so that you can bring about our doom faster?"
The mysterious boy offered a collided smile. He was all careless whether it gave the permit or none, he was all careless.
"Have I ever mentioned I want the permission? Or if I did, you really think you are the ones worthy of giving orders to me?"
The twelve men and women sitting in front of him, was all desperately angry of seeing him after all the things he had done. But neither of them was heavy enough in inside to overtake the thing the mysterious man was having at that point of time. But that, they were also not light enough to shut themselves down on the matter despite their helplessness. One woman, around his end of life broke it.
"What made you think we will let you stay here peacefully and operate on hence? Even after all the judgements you are having on your shoulders right now?"
"It is not myself who broke out to face off the judgements. It the world itself is that broke out to face off me. I was not enabled to do those outs."
"We don't believe in such a worthless failure of the clan right standing here proudly. And it is not something to be proudly showing off thyself."