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[sub][@Sho Minazuki][/sub][/center]
Such little information, such little promise. No plans that they were privy to, only the promise of being able to participate. Once again, the lack of knowledge pissed Otis off, but between Utsumi and Kuuto, it was clear that the former didn’t know what the latter did. Disappointing, yet there was no reason to lash out. The Strigidae drew in a deep breath, then nodded once, tersely.

[color=f7941d][b]“Fine.”[/b][/color]

He finished his food, went into his empty, empty room, and got to work.

The weaknesses were clear now, both in the limitations and inefficiencies of his current magecraft, as well as in what more needed to be done in order to handle a transitional existence such as Shinzou. Though he had previously possessed knowledge of the half-yokai’s lineage, it seems as if leaning on one side of his bloodline or the other didn’t increase his vulnerability to anti-demon techniques noticeably. Strategies and tactics would have to be adjusted accordingly, and that wasn’t even taking into account the sheer amount of unknown factors that surrounded the site of any possible conflict, nor any other allies that the Sennen-no-Matsuri may bring to fold. Honestly, even if the students were brought into this conflict, there was no guarantee that they would personally face off against Shinzou.

It would be strange to do so, even, considering the disparity of power that the man had so casually displayed.

But that didn’t change Otis’s own decision-making. He was smart, but he was also stubborn. And while intelligence told him that not nearly enough time has passed for him to be able to pull a W out against Shinzou after two definitively Ls, obstinacy kept him going, kept him thinking. A meeting, arranged with Motsuhime to discuss what the man knew of that wind-wielding terrorist. And then…

The grind began.

It had been lonely, just a little bit, having such a large bedroom for himself, but now, it was for the betterment of all. Otis was a night owl, and experimentations in magecraft were oft times ill-conducive towards sleep. With chisel, hammer, reagents, and vials, he began his dark work, plagiarizing and reworking the techniques he’s learned to suit his own needs.

Back in Arcanis, he sought general combative ability to keep up with his magically-inclined peers.

Now in Kyoto, he was gonna shoot a goddamn ghost in the head and kill it.