“Ah… That should prove to be quite the entertaining lesson, then. Though… a professor and archaeologist who’s skilled with a sword almost sounds like a character from a video game…”
Now I see why Hattori hates this guy — he’s a jerk if you’re not a kid.
Out of faint paranoid, he reached up to make sure is hair was flattened while listening to Hakuba talk about his methods. “Look, I wasn’t trying to kill him. And I’m sorry is I’m not up to the Great Hakuba’s standards.”
“’Not trying to’ doesn’t mean much if someone ends up dead anyway. It has nothing to do with whatever standards I may have, any method of trying to catch or get revenge or such that has that as a possible end result shouldn’t be used… How would you feel if he hadn’t had that thing influencing him to bring him back?”
He’s just miffed because of taking the death lightly, and of a Kaitou at that. The strange world and magic might have kept it from being permanent, but that doesn’t mean it should be brushed off.
“What’s your deal? You’re acting like you’re the one I hit the ball with. Besides, aren’t you usually all over catching KID?”
“Catching Kid, yes. But I can at least claim to have never actually had to resort to attacking him with anything. I’ve only attempted to beat him at his own game, thinking far enough ahead to keep him from succeeding.”
There is a nod as they walk, her eyes glancing at every store window as if searching. If they were in downtown Tokyo the amount of tourist shops would make this easier but she really hates to use a bus or a subway if only because she hates being closed in.
“Well hopefully you’ll stay for good. It’s nice having you around, Hakuba-san,” she says.
“Thank you, Ran-san. It’s pleasant being here. I don’t know about ‘for good’, but I do hope to be able to settle in one spot for longer. At least until I finish high school, or Kid is caught.”
He looked through the windows and at signs as well, but really, his hopes weren’t too high for coming across a shop that happened to sell black teas like what they might have in London. To his knowledge, it’s one thing to have a cup of those types in Japan, considering the amount of and variety of cafes available, but actually finding it to make oneself seemed like it’d be better suited to being ordered. He doesn’t mind just keeping her company, though.
“Japanese History, we’re currently in tha Edo period.” Hattori let his hand fall back to his side.
His hand returned to the side as well. “Ah, the era of isolation, samurai, and rise of Japanese culture. I’m sure that’s a colourful time to learn about.“
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