Tsukasa stops and watches. Were they back on Earth, with no knowledge of these Role abilities, Tsukasa very well might mistake Senku for an angel. The imagery is spot on, the way he prayed and prayed for an angel night after unanswered night. His smile grows lopsided. Perhaps it's appropriate after all. Senku is the one who fixed his sister in the end. Not as a miracle, for all the name 'miracle fluid', but with science. Advanced science beyond their world.
"If you keep your mouth shut, you could convince most people you're an angel," Tsukasa says. He keeps stealing looks, impressed with it all, even as he undresses in quick fashion. He only has the one set of clothes, and Tsukasa does not know what will happen to them when he transforms. If he transforms. Who is to say he can do it on queue like Senku?
Tsukasa doesn't know what he's supposed to do to transform. Nothing tells him what the change will be, what to expect. His intention, however, remains sharp and pointed, as much as anything else he has done. He imagines this form will be able to protect Senku in some way Tsukasa cannot as a human. Though the moment stretches and seems to go on forever, his torso folds over, his arms becoming another set of legs, and then...
There's a tiger on the beach, one that makes Tsukasa himself seem to weigh nothing. Purple and black stripes. Tsukasa sniffs one of the fallen feathers, but his sense of smell isn't that strong for a large cat. Not his primary sense. Tsukasa growls slightly, more a warning to anyone who might hurt Senku than Senku.
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"If you keep your mouth shut, you could convince most people you're an angel," Tsukasa says. He keeps stealing looks, impressed with it all, even as he undresses in quick fashion. He only has the one set of clothes, and Tsukasa does not know what will happen to them when he transforms. If he transforms. Who is to say he can do it on queue like Senku?
Tsukasa doesn't know what he's supposed to do to transform. Nothing tells him what the change will be, what to expect. His intention, however, remains sharp and pointed, as much as anything else he has done. He imagines this form will be able to protect Senku in some way Tsukasa cannot as a human. Though the moment stretches and seems to go on forever, his torso folds over, his arms becoming another set of legs, and then...
There's a tiger on the beach, one that makes Tsukasa himself seem to weigh nothing. Purple and black stripes. Tsukasa sniffs one of the fallen feathers, but his sense of smell isn't that strong for a large cat. Not his primary sense. Tsukasa growls slightly, more a warning to anyone who might hurt Senku than Senku.