Master, If I must be… crude, I have grown a bit possessive over you, even though I am just your weapon.

Aeon spoke in a low cold tone as you walked with him in the streets of Tokyo, he was a buki, that could turn into many forms, yet his select form was a spear, he was one of the strongest, he helped you be the best, yet power wasn’t all he wanted, he wanted to be more than your weapon.

If I can protect you from danger, does that make me good enough to be yours?

His voice got a bit lower... like he was trying to be softer for you...