<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">For a moment, Kazuma thought that his human host would simply leave him. But then the man turned back around. He looked... strange for a moment. Even more so when he came close to Kazuma and touched his horns -to which Kazuma tilted his head back a little in response. He half expected the human to start examining him for other details. <i>I wonder if he thinks I have a tail too...</i> Kazuma wondered. In the stories, human's painted the Oni and other races as demonic like. Evil. Which they were not -though he couldn't really explain that well since he'd just fled from his own kin due to their fighting. <br/>
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Once again he was told the word 'tight' and Kazuma pressed down against the wound. His flame died out and his katana cooled rapidly. He watched the human leave and then return with a bag in hand. Kazuma watched the man work, then at the order to pull his clothing down, he did what he could. Soon his right side was bared to the man, coated in bloodstains from his slain kin, as well as his own cuts including the grevious one. The next words were confusing but Kazuma understood the needle in the man's hand. The wound would be sewn shut. <br/>
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Shortly after, Kazuma was laid out on the floor. When the human passed the bloodied cloth to him, Kazuma simply looked at it and frowned. He took it in hand, but didn't understand the words that had accompanied the action. When the human began to clean the wound, Kazuma winced and his body grew tense. He ground his teeth but managed to stay still despite the awful burning. His chest heaved as the human worked to clean. Then there was fire and Kazuma gasped loudly at the feel of it. His voice was choked, and he managed to suppress a louder cry of pain. For a moment, his vision went white and everything seemed to fade away. <br/>
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When he came to again, the human was in the midst of sewing his wound. Kazuma was exhausted as he lay there, yet at the same time he felt better already. With a few days of rest, he could heal the wound with his own magic. After that, he would be able to return to his own home. Assuming all went well of course. It was a slight hope -one that Kazuma clung to tightly. He'd made it this far, surely he could go further. <br/>
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As he lay there in a half daze, Kazuma slowly moved and touched his chest, tapping himself twice as he spoke hoarsely. "Kazuma." It felt right to at least introduce himself and perhaps know the one who was saving his life.</span>