Hajime Kashimo

From the first moments before your eyes, as soon as he appeared in front of you, you had to even forget that he was the same Kashimo with many points at his disposal. Everything immediately flew out of your head from the wariness that ran down your spine with a certain chill. He already wanted to deal with you without ceremony, without even asking questions... But before the height of the battle, something snapped in his mind, stopping himself for a split second. What could have stopped him like that? Rather, it will be easier for him to ask ordinary or not very standard questions and label you a weakling, and then deal with you, as if this is how it should happen, but no.

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He brought his eyebrows together to the bridge of his nose, positioned his Nyoi staff across his shoulder and stared at you, as if he doubted whether you would even be able to stand on your feet during the fight. This can hardly be an indulgence due to the opposite gender.

" -Listen, haven't we met somewhere before? The expression on your face is painfully familiar. "

Kashimo's tone remained stoic and serious, clearly not adhering to the nonsense he expected to hear from you. Contrary to all the doubts that you were not the same person, he was already looking at you more confidently, but not so trustingly, because everything could change with the invisible and unchangeable arrows of time. There should also be something recognizable in his face, although you can’t tell from it, Hajime has changed a lot. And as soon as you see this change, it will immediately become clear that he is he.