Endo does not repeat the name out loud, though he does roll it over in his mind, stretching out the syllables. He may technically still qualify as gifted, and he may be naturally good at everything he tries, but he is not fluent in English. Going to a school that primarily consists of delinquents (and poor test scores) and then dropping out doesn't exactly lend itself to picking up a second language, and since he never bothered to try to learn it on his own, it's an area that remains out of his intellectual repertoire. He knows some basics, as well as some pop culture references, and he has enough knowledge to identify the guy's name as a probable English word in the first place, but not enough to define it.
That won't be the case after today. Endo will spend some time digging into the language on phone later.
But for now, he lets it go, even though it sounds less like a name and more like a title, especially since it's only one name instead of a first and last.
He's more interested in the crutch, anyway. Namely, how important it is to the guy and how much he really needs it. Endo considers the possibility that it's more for show and creating an image of himself as weak while he hides his true strength, but that can't be it. With the amount of (still false) power at his disposal, there's no point in tricking people into underestimating him. He doesn't need that kind of advantage. Which leads Endo to believe that it might relate to the collar somehow — or at least to his abilities overall. Maybe the exertion of such extreme power exhausts him by the end of a good fight, or maybe the strength he has at his disposal doesn't aid mobility the way it needs to.
Ah, but polite behavior first. He needs to be a gracious host now. ]
It's nice to meet you.
[ He offers a bright smile, as though he's now truly happy to be in his company. And he is — there's so much potential in these upcoming moments that Endo already feels close to seizing it. ]
Can I see that? [ He indicates the crutch that now lies on the ground. ] I broke my leg once, when I was a kid. It was real nasty. I almost needed surgery, but I got lucky and got a cast and crutches instead. They were the kind that go under your arm — man, those hurt after a while.
[ This is a true story, although not a complete accounting of facts. Endo did not break his own leg, and the real reason he found the crutches to be so painful is because he accompanied Takiishi everywhere — and Takiishi did not slow down, nor make it easy on him to follow.
But it is a story that serves a purpose — and he would like to look at the crutch. ]
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Endo does not repeat the name out loud, though he does roll it over in his mind, stretching out the syllables. He may technically still qualify as gifted, and he may be naturally good at everything he tries, but he is not fluent in English. Going to a school that primarily consists of delinquents (and poor test scores) and then dropping out doesn't exactly lend itself to picking up a second language, and since he never bothered to try to learn it on his own, it's an area that remains out of his intellectual repertoire. He knows some basics, as well as some pop culture references, and he has enough knowledge to identify the guy's name as a probable English word in the first place, but not enough to define it.
That won't be the case after today. Endo will spend some time digging into the language on phone later.
But for now, he lets it go, even though it sounds less like a name and more like a title, especially since it's only one name instead of a first and last.
He's more interested in the crutch, anyway. Namely, how important it is to the guy and how much he really needs it. Endo considers the possibility that it's more for show and creating an image of himself as weak while he hides his true strength, but that can't be it. With the amount of (still false) power at his disposal, there's no point in tricking people into underestimating him. He doesn't need that kind of advantage. Which leads Endo to believe that it might relate to the collar somehow — or at least to his abilities overall. Maybe the exertion of such extreme power exhausts him by the end of a good fight, or maybe the strength he has at his disposal doesn't aid mobility the way it needs to.
Ah, but polite behavior first. He needs to be a gracious host now. ]
It's nice to meet you.
[ He offers a bright smile, as though he's now truly happy to be in his company. And he is — there's so much potential in these upcoming moments that Endo already feels close to seizing it. ]
Can I see that? [ He indicates the crutch that now lies on the ground. ] I broke my leg once, when I was a kid. It was real nasty. I almost needed surgery, but I got lucky and got a cast and crutches instead. They were the kind that go under your arm — man, those hurt after a while.
[ This is a true story, although not a complete accounting of facts. Endo did not break his own leg, and the real reason he found the crutches to be so painful is because he accompanied Takiishi everywhere — and Takiishi did not slow down, nor make it easy on him to follow.
But it is a story that serves a purpose — and he would like to look at the crutch. ]