The voice was almost vibrant to his ears, eyes snapping away from the journal he had been studying for quite some time now. His knowledge of such doubled ever since he last used it, maybe even tripled. Why, his ability to learn things vastly than a regular human being is also useful when one was dragged into a completely different dimension. The former strategist was extremely lucky that God had given him such wisdom.
Sima Yi pushed himself from the soft cushions of the bed, grabbing his feathered fan on the night stand on the right of the bed out of habit. It was the same back in China... except, the fan would be found on top of him in the morning. He would work so hard that when he came back to his quarters, he'd go straight to sleep. The only thing he'd remember was to take off his metal helmet (which he doesn't have anymore, by the way.)
Straightening his purple robes, he stepped towards the door, where a visitor seem to be standing outside. Yi placed his free hand on the knob and twisted it (which he learned from earlier. They didn't have door knobs back in the day) and pulled it towards him. The door opened and he came face to face with Corinthian. With slight confusion, he positioned his fan so that it was covering an amused smirk upon his lips; his eyes closed as he bowed down the top part of his body in respect. "Good evening, mister...?"
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The voice was almost vibrant to his ears, eyes snapping away from the journal he had been studying for quite some time now. His knowledge of such doubled ever since he last used it, maybe even tripled. Why, his ability to learn things vastly than a regular human being is also useful when one was dragged into a completely different dimension. The former strategist was extremely lucky that God had given him such wisdom.
Sima Yi pushed himself from the soft cushions of the bed, grabbing his feathered fan on the night stand on the right of the bed out of habit. It was the same back in China... except, the fan would be found on top of him in the morning. He would work so hard that when he came back to his quarters, he'd go straight to sleep. The only thing he'd remember was to take off his metal helmet (which he doesn't have anymore, by the way.)
Straightening his purple robes, he stepped towards the door, where a visitor seem to be standing outside. Yi placed his free hand on the knob and twisted it (which he learned from earlier. They didn't have door knobs back in the day) and pulled it towards him. The door opened and he came face to face with Corinthian. With slight confusion, he positioned his fan so that it was covering an amused smirk upon his lips; his eyes closed as he bowed down the top part of his body in respect. "Good evening, mister...?"