Far from bristling... Nobunaga just starts laughing.
More and more and more.
He needs to stop, he really needs to stop, he knows it, but--
"Was I ever so gentlemanly at that age? I have a feeling I wasn't!"
The Demon King title isn't one of respect, didn't he just say that?
He shakes his head softly and holds up a hand again. "Relax. Not a command, a suggestion." He wonders what Dimitri's been through already.
"What I'm trying to say is, no one has any reason to respect the title of Demon King." He shakes his head in disbelief, how can he explain this?
"Are you feeling all right? I shouldn't have hit your brain with such things after the magic, I was taken off guard, and perhaps latching onto something familiar. And I already admitted, I shouldnt have." He says that, but he's about to do it again. "I don't know what your world is like, or whether non-nobility or soldiers can train so easily there." He still recognizes royalty. If anything, the brash defiance was a much younger Nobunaga himself, right after taking both Oda clan and Owari, hungry to move on from there, high from the wins. A long time away from the losses of Kitsuno and before he burned Mt. Hiei. Raging at the gods for not existing, the castes for existing, and ready to take on other nobility and everything else in his way.
Nobunaga doesn't realize Dimitri felt condescended to, or he wouldn't have asked the next one: "You want something to drink? I don't know what's required in magic at all. It doesn't exist where I'm from." It makes his skin crawl to come back to that. But Dimitri is so on edge, Nobunaga's worried and wants to give him something to put him at ease.
Well, if he thinks of it as his younger self...
"What's your ambition?" Yes, because the straightforward gut punches in the form of questions worked so well for him already.
"Mine is to break the castes. To make my homeland something everyone wishes to see, for what they can only get there. To show the world how to outdo even the worst of the demons by surpassing them, making life more valuable to experience and enjoy, rather than something to flee and shrink from in fear of getting worse!" It slowly escalates in intensity and volume with rising passion, the kind of thing he wanted the whole world to know and hear!
A smile, pure boyish youth and impetuousness, channeling his inner Kipposhi from before he even became Nobunaga and Oda clan leader. Before his brother's assassination attempts even. And this time for Dimitri's ears only, though he didn't encroach on personal space like with Clarke, "Now do yours." Declare your ambitions like a tiger's roar! And never falter from that direction!
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More and more and more.
He needs to stop, he really needs to stop, he knows it, but--
"Was I ever so gentlemanly at that age? I have a feeling I wasn't!"
The Demon King title isn't one of respect, didn't he just say that?
He shakes his head softly and holds up a hand again. "Relax. Not a command, a suggestion." He wonders what Dimitri's been through already.
"What I'm trying to say is, no one has any reason to respect the title of Demon King." He shakes his head in disbelief, how can he explain this?
"Are you feeling all right? I shouldn't have hit your brain with such things after the magic, I was taken off guard, and perhaps latching onto something familiar. And I already admitted, I shouldnt have." He says that, but he's about to do it again. "I don't know what your world is like, or whether non-nobility or soldiers can train so easily there." He still recognizes royalty. If anything, the brash defiance was a much younger Nobunaga himself, right after taking both Oda clan and Owari, hungry to move on from there, high from the wins. A long time away from the losses of Kitsuno and before he burned Mt. Hiei. Raging at the gods for not existing, the castes for existing, and ready to take on other nobility and everything else in his way.
Nobunaga doesn't realize Dimitri felt condescended to, or he wouldn't have asked the next one: "You want something to drink? I don't know what's required in magic at all. It doesn't exist where I'm from." It makes his skin crawl to come back to that. But Dimitri is so on edge, Nobunaga's worried and wants to give him something to put him at ease.
Well, if he thinks of it as his younger self...
"What's your ambition?" Yes, because the straightforward gut punches in the form of questions worked so well for him already.
"Mine is to break the castes. To make my homeland something everyone wishes to see, for what they can only get there. To show the world how to outdo even the worst of the demons by surpassing them, making life more valuable to experience and enjoy, rather than something to flee and shrink from in fear of getting worse!" It slowly escalates in intensity and volume with rising passion, the kind of thing he wanted the whole world to know and hear!
A smile, pure boyish youth and impetuousness, channeling his inner Kipposhi from before he even became Nobunaga and Oda clan leader. Before his brother's assassination attempts even. And this time for Dimitri's ears only, though he didn't encroach on personal space like with Clarke, "Now do yours." Declare your ambitions like a tiger's roar! And never falter from that direction!