"Pardon?" I said. Too baffled to maintain the position of the aggressor.
"My tools! The ones with ET on them? What's this about the underworld, man? Just let me go." Eric put his hands above his head in a gesture of submission.
"Alright, for old time's sake. You will explain, though," I said and slowly got off him.
"What old times? We met yesterday!"
In no mood for bullshit, I placed the Wakizashi on his neck again. Was I really being told that THE ET, the one who has made the greatest of magic tools, is supposed to be this sad fuck? That's just impossible!
"Let's all calm down, Ivan. It's a long story. We'll sit down and talk?"
"What is—" I was about to call him out on the stupidity he just spouted, but Nea had already settled down on the grassy Islet. With no other choice, I and Eric sat down too.
"So, sad fuck, would sandwich go with the story, or should I just boil tea?"