Despite any previous levity, Senku was serious about the alliance to the point that he was going to take it seriously and draw upon the kinds of things he and the other Generals talked about. It had been a conversation to have, during the repairs to the ship on Treasure Island. Alliances were going to keep them alive in the future, and so they were important.
And yet, in all likelihood, they wouldn’t have sent Senku. Ryusui, who wanted to take power at the point when they needed to exercise that, would’ve become the point man and Senku shifted back to just being a general. It was still too early for their Captain and Senku was, for the time being, still running everything.
He had no regrets.
“We are pleased and honoured to accept a new ally, on behalf of the members of the Kingdom of Science - Ishigami Village, the former Kingdom of Might and Treasure Island. Though you may be far away, your continued support will be nothing but a boon and a balm to our spirits.” Senku said, bowing as low as was appropriate.
The sigil of his choice was not a weapon, unsurprisingly perhaps, but instead out of his arms band he materialized his microscope and held it in place, crossed against the hilt of Roland’s sword.
“We’re not nearly as formal, but what I will insist upon is sharing food and wine with you, as is customary for us to celebrate pretty much any occasion.” Senku grinned at Roland. “We have food here, and I have a bottle of wine we can share.”
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And yet, in all likelihood, they wouldn’t have sent Senku. Ryusui, who wanted to take power at the point when they needed to exercise that, would’ve become the point man and Senku shifted back to just being a general. It was still too early for their Captain and Senku was, for the time being, still running everything.
He had no regrets.
“We are pleased and honoured to accept a new ally, on behalf of the members of the Kingdom of Science - Ishigami Village, the former Kingdom of Might and Treasure Island. Though you may be far away, your continued support will be nothing but a boon and a balm to our spirits.” Senku said, bowing as low as was appropriate.
The sigil of his choice was not a weapon, unsurprisingly perhaps, but instead out of his arms band he materialized his microscope and held it in place, crossed against the hilt of Roland’s sword.
“We’re not nearly as formal, but what I will insist upon is sharing food and wine with you, as is customary for us to celebrate pretty much any occasion.” Senku grinned at Roland. “We have food here, and I have a bottle of wine we can share.”