Minato is standing on a large highway bridge, and overhead the
full moon is an eerie green, hanging overlarge and looming in the night. Fog roils across the suspended road, and when one looks carefully, they see puddles of blood undisturbed in the cracked potholes of the asphalt. More seeps from nooks and crannies and one or two abandoned, stopped
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[He recognizes this boy from before--that time when he somehow appeared in his castle. He never got his name.
But what interests him, though, isn't the boy, but the appearance of his surroundings, especially the eerie-green color the moon has taken on. The puddles of blood doesn't seem to faze him as much as they should, although every now and then he does glance at them warily.
Of course, he's still got that sword of his in hand. Just in case.]
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You're awake, [he states obviously. It's very rare for people not to turn into coffins, and to instead stay conscious during the Dark Hour.] This is the Dark Hour. Who are you?
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What does it look like there? [He's completely dismissing the other half of this conversation.]
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[Yes, he's ignoring Minato's question.]
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Minato himself had only just learned that, or rather, remembered it.]
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[Don't ask how he sees Minato's title. No one save for himself knows, and he's certainly not telling.]
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