Noiselessly, almost like a shadow, Hisaki's tall figure arose from the ground. "Your assumptions were correct, your Highness." Even when speaking to a superior, his voice was devoid of emotions. Somewhere deep in it was something reminiscent of respect, but it lacked the devotion he had to the old king. Even then, he, by nature, had an aura of nobility around himself, which made his ice-cold, unapproachable character seem refined. Whether that was a heritage of the noble Adachi family, or a trait own only to Hisaki himself, was unknown, but he has always acted that way.<br/><br/>Reaching underneath the midnight-black fabric of his haori, his hand, pale and marble-like in a sharp contrast to the black metal that covered its back, retrieved and offered to her a bundle finely wrapped in something resembling a black silken tissue. "In my attempt to use the device you have lent me the last time in combat, it malfunctioned and was damaged." But considering that when Hisaki dropped it, it set the dry forest grass on fire and confused his assailants with smoke, it could be called successful.<br/>His fingers, surprisingly graceful despite the heavy metal, weighing his entire arm down, unraveled the silk, to reveal a few shards of crystal-like glass. "Thus, I am returning it."<br/>With all honesty, 'borrowing things' was closer to her giving him her devices, and him serving as a way to test those devices out for her. But Hisaki wouldn't complain even despite the amount of times those devices tore up or burned the edges of his clothes. Unlike Akira, another General, he wasn't one for throwing fits. Actually, Hisaki wasn't one for expressing his emotions at all, and thus he just stood there, regal and emotionless like always.<br/><br/>-------<br/><br/>For a good while, Misao found himself unable of moving at least his eyeballs, just watching the children take away all his money. Well, almost all of it. He still had a few coins hidden somewhere, but he promised to himself not to spend those unless in a very dire need. With a deep sigh, he dragged himself over to the free spot in front of a seemingly empty shop, and crossed his arms on his knees, sadly gazing in front of himself. A sad display of confusion and disappointment...<br/><br/>Till he, by the corner of the eye, caught sight of something blue right beside him. Slowly turning his head towards that blue shape on the edge of his field of sight, not to raise any suspicion...<br/>But instead of slowly twisting his head back and not raising any suspicion, or even make the target of his attention be aware of his presence, he gasped, suppressing a scream, and in all that surprise scrambled a few feet back, eyes wide and mouth agape. What was that?<br/>It had pointy ears like an elf, but its skin was... Blue... Skin? Hell, that wasn't skin... It was scales! Freaking scales! What kind of creature was that, even? He's never even heard of these... Blue things...