The road had been a long one. Maruko kept his head down, shuffling through the crowds of people in Hargeon town. Their destination loomed over them, in such pristine beauty like Maruko had never seen. Maruko looked behind him, where Makoto was supposed to be following him, and saw his brother standing in awe.
"Maruko! Look! It's so beautiful..."
Makoto's eyes were open wide, as he took in the immense beauty. He was jealous of its craftsmanship. Spires, windows, stairs. All of it called out to Makoto, screaming its beauty to him.
"I wonder how long it took to make? How many craftsmen made it?"
"I heard it was just the guildmaster." Maruko replied. Though he sounded disinterested, he too now gazed up at the magnificent architecture of the guild hall. "He built it straight out of the ground. Completely out of marble..."
Makoto shifted his gaze to his brother, his face frozen in disbelief. "No way, Maruko! I hope I can be a craftsman like that someday..."
"You have to have a real body first. Those puppet fingers don't do you justice." Maruko looked down now, his voice growing sad.
"No no! I still love the body Maruko! That's not what I meant."
Maruko was silent for a while, looking up at the guildhall. "It's fine Makoto. We both know this isn't perfect." He turned to his brother, who was still looking at him. "But that's why I've got to become a wizard, right? To find the magic to get you a real body again." He did not say this with a smile, nor with much emotional inflection at all. Infact, an onlooker might think that he was saying it out of spite.
But Makoto hugged him, letting out a smile. "Thanks Brother."
The two brothers then continued along their way. Makoto smiled, jumping from window to window, looking in the shops and taking in their new home town. Maruko kept silent, his head down, dutifully marching towards their goal.
The two brothers arrived, and their nerves were so high, even Makoto settled down and was quiet. They entered the guild hall, not sure what to expect.
"Maruko! Look! It's so beautiful..."
Makoto's eyes were open wide, as he took in the immense beauty. He was jealous of its craftsmanship. Spires, windows, stairs. All of it called out to Makoto, screaming its beauty to him.
"I wonder how long it took to make? How many craftsmen made it?"
"I heard it was just the guildmaster." Maruko replied. Though he sounded disinterested, he too now gazed up at the magnificent architecture of the guild hall. "He built it straight out of the ground. Completely out of marble..."
Makoto shifted his gaze to his brother, his face frozen in disbelief. "No way, Maruko! I hope I can be a craftsman like that someday..."
"You have to have a real body first. Those puppet fingers don't do you justice." Maruko looked down now, his voice growing sad.
"No no! I still love the body Maruko! That's not what I meant."
Maruko was silent for a while, looking up at the guildhall. "It's fine Makoto. We both know this isn't perfect." He turned to his brother, who was still looking at him. "But that's why I've got to become a wizard, right? To find the magic to get you a real body again." He did not say this with a smile, nor with much emotional inflection at all. Infact, an onlooker might think that he was saying it out of spite.
But Makoto hugged him, letting out a smile. "Thanks Brother."
The two brothers then continued along their way. Makoto smiled, jumping from window to window, looking in the shops and taking in their new home town. Maruko kept silent, his head down, dutifully marching towards their goal.
The two brothers arrived, and their nerves were so high, even Makoto settled down and was quiet. They entered the guild hall, not sure what to expect.