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He furrowed his brow. “How did you know my name? And, well...I suppose you could say that.”

"Exactly." He sounds slightly pleased, though there's not much to be pleased about.
Okay, well, that's like saying "Yes" to an open-response answer, except saying "Exactly" instead.

"Hmm?" he questions softly, like he has no idea why Kokumajutsu is asking "What?", though he probably does have more than one idea.

"Ah, I meant that I could say the same," he clarifies.

Why does that sound so sarcastic?
He settles back again, smiling in that slightly unnerving way of his. Though, if Kokumajutsu had been of the more morally good alignment, then it would be reassuring instead. Smiles work in such funny ways, huh.

"I walked here, so I suppose...my feet," he answers helpfully, gesturing to his feet, which are clad in high boots.
Oh gods, bad jokes.

"You're very observant," he compliments[????].

He smiles. "It's a lifelong skill, so I think it will serve you quite well in the long run."

He listens to the word trailing on, unperplexed and unperturbed.

"So he is his apprentice," he speaks aloud, quietly, to himself. "Perhaps not a surprise..."

The grin is really apparent in their voice now. "Nothing important. Carry on."

"Good day to you as well," he responds, almost as if chorusing with someone. Still grinning, he watches Kokumajutsu retreat back into his lair.

(Thanks for being here! Take care.)

Welp. He was going to sit there for a while.

((*tries not to get stuck*))

While he's waiting, a young man walks up to the smithy shop. He glances down at him. "Is Kokumajutsu still here?" he asks.