Izumo's dealt with one in his life and that was Mikoto. It usually takes a strong case for anyone to go berserk, usually when they are forced to deal with an onslaught of emotions.
Mikoto went berserk after one of Izumo's brothers hit him, and for that, his best friend reached a point where Izumo could no longer handle him. The scars were still there from when he tried to rein in Mikoto.
But this boy. He's young and has already faced being berserk?
Izumo, usually, wouldn't care. He came to these auctions with a usual deadpan and unimpressed demeanor. Many sellers tried to get him to buy something; he's from the family that started this whole mess, after all. If the son of the original families bought something, then the price can go up. Anything they've touched can go for a hefty price.
It makes Izumo sick.
But his gaze sharpens upon seeing that familiar red marble. It looks like the one his little sister—
No. Don't think about it.
He fingers the red marble he has tied around his wrist before he decides to step forward, expression not once breaking past the emotionless one he currently has on his face.]
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Izumo's dealt with one in his life and that was Mikoto. It usually takes a strong case for anyone to go berserk, usually when they are forced to deal with an onslaught of emotions.
Mikoto went berserk after one of Izumo's brothers hit him, and for that, his best friend reached a point where Izumo could no longer handle him. The scars were still there from when he tried to rein in Mikoto.
But this boy. He's young and has already faced being berserk?
Izumo, usually, wouldn't care. He came to these auctions with a usual deadpan and unimpressed demeanor. Many sellers tried to get him to buy something; he's from the family that started this whole mess, after all. If the son of the original families bought something, then the price can go up. Anything they've touched can go for a hefty price.
It makes Izumo sick.
But his gaze sharpens upon seeing that familiar red marble. It looks like the one his little sister—
No. Don't think about it.
He fingers the red marble he has tied around his wrist before he decides to step forward, expression not once breaking past the emotionless one he currently has on his face.]
I'll take him.