What kind of question was that?
Hearing Mahoraga ask it left Mo Bai with even more questions of his own.
Hadn't Mahoraga wanted an intense clash, something to get his blood pumping as they traded blows?
How had they ended up here, with Mahoraga suddenly asking him "why" like some brooding, frustrated young poet?
Was that the sort of thing a hulking brute like him was supposed to say?
But Mahoraga had asked. How should Mo Bai answer?
Ignore him? No. Mahoraga was his Shikigami and his Cursed Tool storehouse.
From what Mo Bai knew of him, Mahoraga would never let this go until he got what he wanted.
If Mo Bai ignored him, he probably wouldn't get to use those Cursed Tools until Mahoraga had his answer.
So should he tell him the truth?
Tsk. After what Mahoraga had done earlier, Mo Bai didn't much want to.
Anyone could see that Mahoraga had deliberately avoided talking to him and gone out of his way to disagree with him.
What was that supposed to be? Playing hard to get?
In an instant, question after question ran through Mo Bai's mind.
Then again, if Mahoraga really was playing hard to get, was Mo Bai any better, pretending not to understand what was going on?
"Heh. I only went along with you because I felt sorry for you after leaving you in Void Matter Space for a thousand years."
No.
Just imagining himself saying that gave Mo Bai goosebumps.
He would have had both the nerve and the inclination to tease Aemeath or Lynae that way.
But Mahoraga was different. They had once been enemies, and Mo Bai was the one who, drunk on his sudden surge of power, had banished him for a thousand years.
He couldn't blithely treat Mahoraga as