The affair is not decorated or shiny with glamour, but the act of forging alliances tickles something sentimental in Roland. The sight of Senku's microscopes touching upon the hilt of his sword suddenly takes him back to moments of two lives intertwined. When his legacy for unification ended too soon, but saw Roland travel coast to coast, country to country, in a pledge for peace; when he reawakens in a body too young for his jaded soul, watching a king decades younger than him create peace out of a dream and a promise. Let the banners of war ne'er unfurl; united we stand, in one single land.
His smile is radiant as he nods in agreement, his spirit filled with glee. Nevermind that he won't know how such an alliance would ever see fruition, between void spaces and multiverses to traverse. Roland didn't think it mattered. The idea was that even in a place like this, it turns out he still wanted the same thing he's wanted from the start: to help people, to bridge communities. To stop fights before they can even begin. This he wishes now, not just for Evermore or Earth, but for Senku's Kingdom of Science, created from the resilience of a guy who could count to the millisecond, never giving up not once. A world that was ruined, just like his, but now revived thanks to the joint efforts of Senku and his community. Gen, his generals...coming together under a banner of making the world better than it once was.
Yes, this was definitely the right decision. He thinks Evan wouldn't mind it at all, either.
The sword is lowered, and the pact is signed in invisible, indelible ink. The weapon returns to his Arms Band in a flash of light.
"King Senku, it would be my distinct honor to join you in a celebratory feast." Roland chuckles. "Though if you're talking formality...I'll have you know that Evermore's pacts aren't made with weapons. Our king actually uses a twig."
A...special twig? But Roland isn't one to lie, not in matters like this.
"So. Guess it's official. I'm glad. You have our support, across dimensions. Call for us and we'll come find Ishigami Village. Somehow. Someway."
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His smile is radiant as he nods in agreement, his spirit filled with glee. Nevermind that he won't know how such an alliance would ever see fruition, between void spaces and multiverses to traverse. Roland didn't think it mattered. The idea was that even in a place like this, it turns out he still wanted the same thing he's wanted from the start: to help people, to bridge communities. To stop fights before they can even begin. This he wishes now, not just for Evermore or Earth, but for Senku's Kingdom of Science, created from the resilience of a guy who could count to the millisecond, never giving up not once. A world that was ruined, just like his, but now revived thanks to the joint efforts of Senku and his community. Gen, his generals...coming together under a banner of making the world better than it once was.
Yes, this was definitely the right decision. He thinks Evan wouldn't mind it at all, either.
The sword is lowered, and the pact is signed in invisible, indelible ink. The weapon returns to his Arms Band in a flash of light.
"King Senku, it would be my distinct honor to join you in a celebratory feast." Roland chuckles. "Though if you're talking formality...I'll have you know that Evermore's pacts aren't made with weapons. Our king actually uses a twig."
A...special twig? But Roland isn't one to lie, not in matters like this.
"So. Guess it's official. I'm glad. You have our support, across dimensions. Call for us and we'll come find Ishigami Village. Somehow. Someway."