[The unconscious form of Kazuma that will greet whomever arrives at the door is that of his large Noctaere self. There's a huge lack of a domain presence though, and he was soaked like he had gone for a swim, cold to the touch. Closer inspection reveals puncture wounds, claw marks that had cut deeply into his flesh and scales around his shoulders, back and chest. There's likely some dislocated or broken bones after being rammed into buildings.
As he bleeds, dark wisps seeped out from the wounds. A large sheathed katana, too big for a mere human to hold laid beside him. The protection charm around his neck that Susato had given him, empty of paper cranes inside the bottle. In one of his claws, he was gripping onto some plant-like material. A torn glass looking flower? In fact, there were a few petals and plant materials that clung to his body.]
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As he bleeds, dark wisps seeped out from the wounds. A large sheathed katana, too big for a mere human to hold laid beside him. The protection charm around his neck that Susato had given him, empty of paper cranes inside the bottle. In one of his claws, he was gripping onto some plant-like material. A torn glass looking flower? In fact, there were a few petals and plant materials that clung to his body.]