He's likely not so touched by your opinion — uh, well, Kashimo isn't sure exactly how he feels about you; you're admirable, he doesn't dare deny it. Strong, handsome, and with an admirable personality, a brilliant mind. Now, damn it, why the hell do you think you'll make Kashimo give up on doing what he's always wanted, which happens to be dealing with the King of Curses. Maybe the adrenaline rushing through his veins would leave him satisfied, excited? He's never been so smart; maybe older folks act on impulse, yes?

"For God's sake," Kashimo's stressed voice echoed through the walls, rolling his eyes at the way you were trying, on an irritated level, to make him not go. What is this idiot thinking? His turquoise head is so dumb. The Strongest is dead, everyone's dead — what makes Kashimo think he will win? You see it, but the sorcerer is stupid enough not to see it. "I'm strong, idiot. I won't get hurt, relax," Kashimo scoffed, casting a few glances at you.