Throughout Yuuto's life in Kumogakue, the Bibliotheca Conscientiae had been a rock, a haven for him. He'd read about customs and behaviours at first, when he'd felt the pressure to keep in line. Later on, he'd started to use it as a way to have something to do alone, and along the way started to begin learning a language native to the village: Vulgar Ancient Kumogakurian. Progress had slowed with his introduction to the crew, more of his time being eaten up by some foreign concept called 'friends', but with that group disspiating was now spending more time than ever in the library.
While he had intended to visit the library sooner, he had been held back by having to deal with changes to how his youkai blood was affecting him, the void powers dulling his senses involuntarily. He had dealt with it surprisingly quickly, which he attributed to either more compatible with him, or him having been through the process before.
No matter the reason, Yuuto sits within the Bibliotheca, once again pouring over books in an ancient tongue. Over the course of his self-tutoring, he has mostly grasped the language, but are still a couple of gaps left to be filled. Strangely, a part of him hopes his session will be rudely interrupted, his plans violently derailed, though part of him questions the likelihood of something like that happening. Maybe someone else in the library would approach him though and say hello. With enough effort, he might even say hello back.
While he had intended to visit the library sooner, he had been held back by having to deal with changes to how his youkai blood was affecting him, the void powers dulling his senses involuntarily. He had dealt with it surprisingly quickly, which he attributed to either more compatible with him, or him having been through the process before.
No matter the reason, Yuuto sits within the Bibliotheca, once again pouring over books in an ancient tongue. Over the course of his self-tutoring, he has mostly grasped the language, but are still a couple of gaps left to be filled. Strangely, a part of him hopes his session will be rudely interrupted, his plans violently derailed, though part of him questions the likelihood of something like that happening. Maybe someone else in the library would approach him though and say hello. With enough effort, he might even say hello back.