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As far as Tetchou can remember, the village has been peaceful. It's a quiet place, home to simple farmers, having worked the land for generations. They have never had the need to defend themselves, but Tetchou had always been an odd duck - strong enough for farming, certainly, but his interests strayed to other things. Swordsmanship, not because he felt he'd need it for anything, but because it was simply thrilling, the glint of a metal blade that could cut down any obstacle, the movement of a well-trained fighter. He'd get lessons from a village man who used to know these things, but it had never been out of necessity. A hobby, one that people would shake their heads at, but left alone as long as he did his daily tasks.
These days, things are more dangerous. Bandits, ne'er-do-wells. Already, one of their fields has been ravaged, crops have been stolen; for a small village like this, these are necessary for the winter months. The village elders speak about hiring mercenaries, but they aren't a wealthy village by any means, only providing enough food for themselves, not enough to sell for money to hire anyone skilled enough to protect them.
The threats have only grown, too, and while Tetchou is one of the stronger men in the village - he'd grown up well - it's only a matter of time at this point. The neighboring village, he's heard, had been burned to the ground. The other villager's defensive skills are rudimentary at best, many of them elderly, so this is purely out of necessity.
He's heard about this from a wandering monk. The idea of summoning had at first gone over Tetchou's head, but as the night wore on and the stories continued, he realized... if something like this were true, would it not benefit him to make use of it? To become strong. The story is that he can ask for anything, and that is the only thing Tetchou really wants, or needs. He's a simple man.
There's a high chance it's just a rumor, though. A tall-tale. The sigil's he's written on the floor of the old storehouse on the outskirts of that ruined field is of dubious quality, but he's done his best. The blood offering is his own; he doesn't care what the demon takes in return, quite honestly. Tetchou's goals are simple and straightforward. He knows what he wants to ask if it works, but feels a little foolish for even thinking it will.
These days, things are more dangerous. Bandits, ne'er-do-wells. Already, one of their fields has been ravaged, crops have been stolen; for a small village like this, these are necessary for the winter months. The village elders speak about hiring mercenaries, but they aren't a wealthy village by any means, only providing enough food for themselves, not enough to sell for money to hire anyone skilled enough to protect them.
The threats have only grown, too, and while Tetchou is one of the stronger men in the village - he'd grown up well - it's only a matter of time at this point. The neighboring village, he's heard, had been burned to the ground. The other villager's defensive skills are rudimentary at best, many of them elderly, so this is purely out of necessity.
He's heard about this from a wandering monk. The idea of summoning had at first gone over Tetchou's head, but as the night wore on and the stories continued, he realized... if something like this were true, would it not benefit him to make use of it? To become strong. The story is that he can ask for anything, and that is the only thing Tetchou really wants, or needs. He's a simple man.
There's a high chance it's just a rumor, though. A tall-tale. The sigil's he's written on the floor of the old storehouse on the outskirts of that ruined field is of dubious quality, but he's done his best. The blood offering is his own; he doesn't care what the demon takes in return, quite honestly. Tetchou's goals are simple and straightforward. He knows what he wants to ask if it works, but feels a little foolish for even thinking it will.
