[He'll just pretend to know what wishcraft is! The name is intuitive enough, really. He closes his eyes, focuses on the tattoo under his clothes, and mentally calls for his dragon.
It forms out of fog, large as a bull, its lower body gradually disappearing into the clouds it brings with it, and curls halfway around him in the air.]
Tamegorou, there you are.
[Seeing it makes him feel such happiness and fondness, he's surprised at his own feelings. Reaching up to stroke it under its chin doesn't result in any solid contact, but he feels... something.]
...
Is it bad that I'd rather take a hit myself than let him absorb it?
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It forms out of fog, large as a bull, its lower body gradually disappearing into the clouds it brings with it, and curls halfway around him in the air.]
Tamegorou, there you are.
[Seeing it makes him feel such happiness and fondness, he's surprised at his own feelings. Reaching up to stroke it under its chin doesn't result in any solid contact, but he feels... something.]
...
Is it bad that I'd rather take a hit myself than let him absorb it?
[He really is getting soft, isn't he?]