The stakes on this mission are neither lower nor higher than on other missions. Nanami's been his calm and collected self, donning the suit, getting on whatever improvised transportation there was, determined to fight and defeat the kaiju as always.
Noisy boys.
The mild disconnect, the small voice at the back of his head pointing it out, is ignored and brushed away as meaningless.
Shh, be quiet. We're dead and resting in peace somewhere. No need for theatrics.
Business as usual then, even if the faces at the gates are familiar, even if one of the ghosts is his teenage self, raising accusations of how Nanami didn't prevent them from ending up being instrumentalised yet again by powers that don't care if they live or die. A gentle swipe of his hand dismisses the ghost and creature behind it.
The boys.
The noise finally does catch his attention, have the sorcerer dart back towards the sword's graveyard gate just in time to have Raidou land at his feet. Battered horribly, but not dead. Not. Dead. Just out cold and isn't that a small blessing in disguise? There is no time to argue (and he knows Itadori's stubborn boyfriend would try to argue), and Nanami has no intention of fighting Itadori's lively and deadly best friend right now.
So he gathers the young summoner, grabs the sword, and races away as fast as he can. ]
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The stakes on this mission are neither lower nor higher than on other missions. Nanami's been his calm and collected self, donning the suit, getting on whatever improvised transportation there was, determined to fight and defeat the kaiju as always.
Noisy boys.
The mild disconnect, the small voice at the back of his head pointing it out, is ignored and brushed away as meaningless.
Shh, be quiet. We're dead and resting in peace somewhere. No need for theatrics.
Business as usual then, even if the faces at the gates are familiar, even if one of the ghosts is his teenage self, raising accusations of how Nanami didn't prevent them from ending up being instrumentalised yet again by powers that don't care if they live or die. A gentle swipe of his hand dismisses the ghost and creature behind it.
The boys.
The noise finally does catch his attention, have the sorcerer dart back towards the sword's graveyard gate just in time to have Raidou land at his feet. Battered horribly, but not dead. Not. Dead. Just out cold and isn't that a small blessing in disguise? There is no time to argue (and he knows Itadori's stubborn boyfriend would try to argue), and Nanami has no intention of fighting Itadori's lively and deadly best friend right now.
So he gathers the young summoner, grabs the sword, and races away as fast as he can. ]