"… I did not."
"Then why do you call him Seiji? Seiji Koshiro… Hope you don't mind me calling you by your first name too, Seiji, I did it without thinking." I just shrug. Why should that bother me?
"Because that is his name." Asher continues, ignoring the attempt at formalities.
"…Yes?" Takamori says, insisting on getting an answer out.
Asher frowns a bit, but he is quick in getting control over his emotions again so his face looks akin to a statue when he starts talking.
"I saw his face in our second encounter. I recognized him."
"Recognized? His human form? Wait, did you know him? He wasn't like this before?"
I feel an uneasy feeling growing at each word, as if I'm losing myself amidst disputes and memories I did not comprehend.
"Did know… as my enemy."
"How so?" Is mine and Takamori's time to frown.
"He was a great warriors from the Shinzaki army, and I have fought against him, older looking at the time."
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