Old habits die hard, but even if it involved magical cats (and a weasel) in boots, it wasn't going to stop Dojima from doing his damn job.
Though, he was still getting used to the whole 'riding a horse' thing. Dogs he could understand, cats were alright, but horses were a completely different beast.
All the same. Around the corner closest to you, two cats and a weasel come dashing by, and followed right behind by a man on a white horse, wearing what looked like ornate armor, a cloak with a circulate on his head. Relying on his essence instinct, he leaned down as the horse closed on the thieves, and managed to grab one of the cats by the scruff of it's neck with a yowl of discontentment.
Having caught the culprit, Dojima used his free hand to pull on the reins, getting the horse to slow to a trot while he... was left holding a screeching, yowling cat that definitely would scratch his eyes out if he let it get close to him.
...So he was trapped on his horse, angry cat in hand and unable to get down.
Do you help?
->Yes ->No
B. Essense Practice.
Now, Dojima had done Kendo before. He wasn't great at it compared to other things (track, martial arts) but he did have some basic knowledge.
The knowledge he found in his mind now, however, was something else entirely. Western swordplay with one of their broadswords was something else entirely, and he was left with this odd feeling of 'knowing' it but lacking the muscle memory to use it easily.
And so, in a quiet part of town, you could find him practicing, a beautiful, ornate sword held with both hands, his eyes focused as he practiced swinging it. It was somewhere between practiced skill and rookie energy, and it annoyed him to no end, but...
If he was going to be any use in this world, he needed to get a handle over one of the few powers he'd been given, right? The quicker they solved this 'eraser' issue, the faster they could go home... and he could get back to Inaba.
III. Red Riding Hood and the Wolf.
"...You have GOT to be kidding me."
Well, that certainly was Ryotaro Dojima in a floofy dress (that definitely didn't hide his obviously hairy legs), a long red hooded cloak, and a basket filled with sweets and bread, and what appeared to be a bottle of wine. His free hand was trying, desperately, to pull the dress further down to try and deal with how BREEZY things were, but to no avail.
Ryotaro Dojima | Persona 4 (Golden) | King Arthur
"Stop right there! You're under arrest!"
Old habits die hard, but even if it involved magical cats (and a weasel) in boots, it wasn't going to stop Dojima from doing his damn job.
Though, he was still getting used to the whole 'riding a horse' thing. Dogs he could understand, cats were alright, but horses were a completely different beast.
All the same. Around the corner closest to you, two cats and a weasel come dashing by, and followed right behind by a man on a white horse, wearing what looked like ornate armor, a cloak with a circulate on his head. Relying on
his essenceinstinct, he leaned down as the horse closed on the thieves, and managed to grab one of the cats by the scruff of it's neck with a yowl of discontentment.Having caught the culprit, Dojima used his free hand to pull on the reins, getting the horse to slow to a trot while he... was left holding a screeching, yowling cat that definitely would scratch his eyes out if he let it get close to him.
...So he was trapped on his horse, angry cat in hand and unable to get down.
Do you help?
->Yes
->No
B. Essense Practice.
Now, Dojima had done Kendo before. He wasn't great at it compared to other things (track, martial arts) but he did have some basic knowledge.
The knowledge he found in his mind now, however, was something else entirely. Western swordplay with one of their broadswords was something else entirely, and he was left with this odd feeling of 'knowing' it but lacking the muscle memory to use it easily.
And so, in a quiet part of town, you could find him practicing, a beautiful, ornate sword held with both hands, his eyes focused as he practiced swinging it. It was somewhere between practiced skill and rookie energy, and it annoyed him to no end, but...
If he was going to be any use in this world, he needed to get a handle over one of the few powers he'd been given, right? The quicker they solved this 'eraser' issue, the faster they could go home... and he could get back to Inaba.
III. Red Riding Hood and the Wolf.
"...You have GOT to be kidding me."
Well, that certainly was Ryotaro Dojima in a floofy dress (that definitely didn't hide his obviously hairy legs), a long red hooded cloak, and a basket filled with sweets and bread, and what appeared to be a bottle of wine. His free hand was trying, desperately, to pull the dress further down to try and deal with how BREEZY things were, but to no avail.
"You couldn't have made me the huntsman?!"