<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">His body felt lighter. Kazuma sighed as he slowly rolled onto his side. This bed... it was sinfully comfortable. He wanted to linger there for much longer, but he knew he needed to get up. Kazuma eased himself upward, the blankets sliding off and piling at his waist. Sitting up, Kazuma gingerly touched the spot where his wound was stitched up. The deep gash throbbed, but at least it wasn't spilling his blood anymore. <br/>
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Kazuma eased himself off the bed, taking it inch by inch so as not to aggravate his wound. His magic was still low, but it was far better than it had been when he'd first arrived in the human realm.  Standing, Kazuma pressed his hand gingerly against the wound as it protested his action. He took a deep breath and focused. The energy pooled in his hand and the wound burned just enough to make him wince. The healing process wasn't ever pleasant, but it was better than nothing at all. <br/>
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Unfortunately, he didn't possess enough energy to heal it completely. Kazuma let go of his energy and looked around the room he was in. Without his clothing, he felt particularly vulnerable. <i>At least my pants are still on,</i> he mused lightly. A frown graced his lips as he looked around again - this time for his katana. Where was it? And where was Amell, his human host? <br/>
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"<i>Where is my sword?</i>" Kazuma called out, his voice stronger than the night before and thicker with his native tongue. "Amell! <i>My sword...</i>" </span>