prompt fill for MisstiqueRose! hope you like it ~~
If anyone asked him what he was doing, he would always tell them he was talent-scouting. Nothing more, nothing less.
And it was the truth. He had a knack for noticing 'blading talent. Whether it was in small children playing for fun in local parks or more serious (albeit less intense that the World Championships) minor tournaments in quaint cities, he could see it. He could see it in the way arm muscles flexed and tense in launching and release, in the way brows furrowed in concentration.
Most were duds, merely amateurs playing at a game they really didn't quite grasp. He often left parks and tournies disappointed, expecting more and always feeling ultimately unfulfilled.
Maybe his standards were set too high. Or maybe- maybe there was no real natural talent left.
Maybe he'd been spoiled.
He'd witnessed real power before. Raw, unbridled force and wild energy. A rare find, even rarer still was a person would could soundly and effectively wield such power. That's what he was looking for. That's what he hoped to see in the round faces of the children he watched battle.
So far, no one even came close.
And yet, he kept searching. Kept wishing, hoping, praying. There would be someone else, there had to be- but maybe talent like that only happened once every six millenias. Maybe the russet-haired teenage was special, unique. Maybe there would never be someone like him ever again, someone the older Kinomiya could mould and shape and bask in their power.
There had to be.
Set firm in his pseudo-optimism, he pressed on, search neverending. And whenever someone would gaze in curiosity at him lingering in hallways and against trees, he would merely shrug and say he was talent-scouting.