>"Sure, sure."
Joseph saunters back into the store, nodding at John.
"Didn't take as long as I thought it would."
Turning to face the old man he smiles and says
"Black magic. Dark magic. Ancient magic. Got tomes on any of 'em?"
"What? No, no, of course not! What kind of... of rapscallion do you take me for?"
To the western shop, then. Though, didn't these people realise what that kind of classification could do...?
Well, it wasn't like it mattered. And if this truly was a different world, then she supposed it was possible things simply didn't work like that around here.
Obito finds a shining knight in armor, a teenager, a man in a wheelchair, and lots of weapons.
Now able to draw his sword, the boy brandishes it and begins ineffectually bapping Fred with it, yelling indecipherably about A ROYAL KNIGHT and PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOW and SPECIAL TRAINING.
His laugh booms and echos as if he was in a cave.
"I fear for my life!" He lets go of the Royal Knight, before he suddenly finds himself being suspended in a sort of darkly-colored bubble, hovering in midair. Fredrich crosses his arms.
"Do you believe that that is the power that will end a war? Come now - show me your true strength." He releases his apparent grip on the boy.
Nobunaga heads for the eastern-looking store first.
As Nobunaga slides the paper door open, a red-headed girl in a cheongsam bows politely to him. It looks sufficiently oriental: paper lanterns and Japanese art seem to be the main decorations of choice. Of course, there are also the myriad of weapons on the wall as well...