[Dongying, Wa- whatever name, it seems that he isn't confused by what he is indicating. Hmmm. Matoba drops his bangs again and, satisfied that he will be able to understand, decides to skip a layman's explanation of his general duties.]
This seal is a last-resort safety measure. I have inherited a curse passed down within my clan- a monster which seeks to devour my right eye.
Although it is quite powerful, and there is little that can actually repel it... [Speaking of that monster... Matoba clicks his tongue. Not too long now.] ...In any case, the seal script that you see here is something like an adapted form of the native language of the spirits in my country.
[Gazing at the other man, Matoba lets his senses feel him out more carefully. There was something a bit familiar about him- familiar to something else he has been in contact with recently. It felt like...] ...I suppose it would all be foreign to you. Are you perhaps a practitioner of cultivation?
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This seal is a last-resort safety measure. I have inherited a curse passed down within my clan- a monster which seeks to devour my right eye.
Although it is quite powerful, and there is little that can actually repel it... [Speaking of that monster... Matoba clicks his tongue. Not too long now.] ...In any case, the seal script that you see here is something like an adapted form of the native language of the spirits in my country.
[Gazing at the other man, Matoba lets his senses feel him out more carefully. There was something a bit familiar about him- familiar to something else he has been in contact with recently. It felt like...] ...I suppose it would all be foreign to you. Are you perhaps a practitioner of cultivation?