[Johto, why do you hate normal things? A young man in a long, blue military coat is sitting on a log on the outskirts of a city, an expression of consternation on his face as he tries valiantly to sharpen something long and metal he has propped against his knee. A Houndour is sprawled out across the log beside him, little flames fluttering around its nose as it snores. After a moment, he sets the stone aside, looks the makeshift blade over, and stands up. He looks around, eyes landing on a tree, then falls into a fighting stance.
With a yell, he charges forward and slashes at the tree with a practiced motion. But...
...well.]
Damn this confounded-!
[He storms back to pick up the stone and try again, consternation fading into outright aggravation.]
Walter | Shin Megami Tensei IV
With a yell, he charges forward and slashes at the tree with a practiced motion. But...
...well.]
Damn this confounded-!
[He storms back to pick up the stone and try again, consternation fading into outright aggravation.]