Chapter 54: Arc 2, - 32: John Princely
"Tenth street, house number thirty-two," Jotou kept repeating to herself. She would have had to wipe the blood off of her fist from punching his nose broken.
If the blood had not already been cauterized by the electricity surging over her that is. She wriggled her fingers as she walked, following street signs posted at corners.
Was that the first 'person' she actually fought? 'I guess it was... I'm just lucky they were drunk.' Her fist did not even feel bruised. The layer of spark had lightly protected her hands.
'And luckily, I have an affinity to defend myself with... I would've been...' Jotou's eyes were haunted by the thought. '...not in a great place if they won that fight...'
This was the last turn she had to make, down the road that led to John; where Ana used to live. Try as she might, Jotou could not recognize a single detail; Anastasia Princely was truly, nowhere in her head.
She peered down, a sword that she knew had a chip in it; just another blade she took from the guild. 'I can't even use it properly. Anyone can swing a damn sword.
Hell, I can't even fight... That's all I've been doing... Swinging a sword, using my magic as a crutch. If I actually had to fight something, or someone, how competent would I be?'
"The entire building huh?" Jotou looked up at the house, clumped up next to others. Four floors high and apparently it entirely belonged to John.
The more she glanced up, the more it made her feel the swollen pain to the sides of her head. Jotou flinched her eyes close to the sting, then looked again to the door.
She went up the small steps; the windows were shut, purple curtains drawn closed. Three knocks at the door, "Mr Princely? Are you in there? It's, uh, Jotou," she went silent.
Hearing no response, her gaze fell to the ground. "I've come to talk. I know I'm not Ana and you may still think I'm some walking corpse... But I need to-"