[right][sub]Taro Case File - the Truthseeker and the Storyweaver
Location: Fuyuki Park
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[color=00aeef]"Indeed,"[/color] Kotaro nodded.
 
[color=00aeef]"The El-Classico match of Good vs Evil in the land of the rising sun. How their true nature manifests towards one another. You can tell their wavelengths are not sync, one seeks chaos; the other remaining: order. quite intriguing actual --Hey, wait a sec, Ehhhhhh? Where the hell did you come from!?" [/color] 

The detective winced, a bit shook by the presence of tonight's host breathing down his back all of a sudden. It took a second for Kotaro to figure out who he was subconsciously agreeing to. 

[color=00aeef]"Uh, would you mind"[/color] Retracting his shoulder with an involuntary jerk, Kotaro brushes off the magus grip ever so abruptly, keeping his personal space as it supposed to be, moving over to his right while peeking at the other side of the tree.

[color=00aeef]"You're a peculiar one aren't you, I couldn't decipher what your actual intentions are but I can tell you're some type of a scoundrel who takes the utmost pleasure in setting things in motion in your own twisted ways"[/color] starting with a slight conversation, Kotaro's insight is at work here. trying to grasp the magus besides him, like why is he such a douche, carefree and yet ever so deceitful?

And the minor illusion trick was way off. he had a hunch he is being played here. A simple trick to deceive the mind, that is if one is not akin to details.

The thought process and keen observation of Kotaro went something like this: The first sign was the use of a magic circuit. a gateway to magic for any magus. opening even the slightest indicates the increase of body temperature, which is a dead give away considering he just made contact with the detective. Second, that's not his servant's real sword. He should know. Saber has no capacity of retracting the girth of its edge, nor fall short to a short blade.  His deduction: False perception is at work here.

The detective simply smirks, and briefly looks at William. knowing what elements he is dealing with here and tries to focus on the important things, like his surroundings. 

It's bad enough Kotaro has to experience the intoxicating aroma of the Oni firsthand, barely escaping it but to deal with this illusionist's shenanigans is just too much for one night.