Post by Schrödinger's cat on Jul 2, 2012 20:05:01 GMT -6
Anyways, these two are excerpts of a novel was began to write back in 2007 and wrote up to 120 pages, but I decided to discontinue this and rewrite a radically new plot.
Also, Kotsuzui (Warning, OLD picture, I still have yet to draw an update picture of him. when you read it, ignore his wings and purple markings jennieo-of-hyrule64.deviantart.com/gallery/?q=Kotsuzui&offset=0#/d1emrmf ) Was originally going to make his debut here on ZeldaPlay, but I gave that away instead to Oarashi/Sappho. Kokuei was also considered and in fact made his appareance in the old Zeldaplay Site, but I choosed not to use him also here.
Anyways, here it is
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He closed the door as quietly as he could, not even bothering to ignite the candle wick for more light. Loading his swords and a pack onto a bed, he walked over to a glass-paned window and opened it.
Kotsuzui then chirped a name into the darkness and held out an arm. The sound of wings flapping in the air was heard as a fairly large bird landed on his arm guard. Kotsuzui softly smiled as he gently brought the bird of prey into his room. Allowing it to hop onto the chair’s back, Kotsuzui produced a fresh, meaty snack to his feather friend.
It quickly snapped it out of his hand and gobbled it down as the man stroke its soft grey feathers. “That’s a good bird, Irajah,” he cooed as it let out a small screech. His face then turned slightly serious as he pulled out stationary and placed it on the table. He quickly wrote up a letter;
Byakko, I’m currently heading to Menika Village so if any news from the Imperial Palace has been proclaimed and it is to my interest, please do not hesitate to inform me on the matter. I’ll see you soon once I have meet Oarashi and find Mizuki.
~Kotsuzui
P.S. Don’t let Yo-Ko try to eat my bird again will you old-timer?
He chuckled to himself as he reread the last sentence. But he could recall yelling up a storm at the young fox for nearly consuming his beloved pet. Once he folded the letter, Kotsuzui heated up the red wax with a small flame, sealed the letter and attached it to the talon of the falcon. After giving him another snack, Kotsuzui tempted him on his arm and carried him before the window.
With a swing of his arm, the swordsman threw the bird out of his room and watched a pair of powerful, silver wings explode from the bird and disappeared out of sight, off to carry the letter to Byakko.
He then proceeds to take out a very long, and elegant kiseru pipe and stuffed some dried, fragrant leaves and flowers in the tiny bowl. Balancing the pipe with his lips, he leaned his head forward to strike some sparks from this flint stone into the bowl. There was a loud and distant crash in the lobby of the inn, his sharp eyes looking at the direction of the sound.
Standing there idle, taking in puffs from his pipe, Kotsuzui’s elegant ears twitched as he listened in carefully to his surroundings. Voices of people crying out in surprise were heard along with angered barks in both tongues; the Common Language and the Royaryu’s.
Kotsuzui just smirked, closing his eyes with a shake of his head. “So, he is truly keeping his promise of beheading me.” He gazed at the moon and blew out some more smoke. “That’s a first. Oh well.”
He quickly grabbed his worn leather knapsack and hauled it over his shoulders. While reaching for the blades, there was a thunderous crash behind him as the wooded door came crashing down from being kicked in.
“You, there!” the Royaryu roared, aiming his sword at Kotsuzui when he turned to face them, “In the name of Great King Artof, you’re under arrest!”
He closed his amethyst eyes again, a playful smirk crossed over his face. “OK, you got me,” he spoke, throwing his hands in the air as his blades clattered to the wooden floor.
The officer cautiously moved towards him as more flood into the room, hoping to block off Kotsuzui’s exit. Roughly, the Royaryu grabbed the man’s wrist and twist him around. Once he had both wrists in his iron grip, he produced a shackle to hand cuff the swordsman.
Once the metal chains locked in place, Kotsuzui cracked his head to the side and into the helmet of the Royaryu. The officer stumbled over and hit the ground from the weight of the armor. Two more officers charged into the small room and at Kotsuzui. He crouched down before he leapt into the air and perfectly kicked the two men right under their jaws with his sandal-clad feet. They stumbled back dazed before slamming into the ground unconscious, leaving another Royaryu to charge in with his scimitar raised.
Kotsuzui slipped his chained hands over his head and in the path of the blade. With a loud clash of metal slicing metal, the weaken chains shattered and freed the swordsman’s hands, which he used to grab his enemy’s neck and smash his left knuckles into his face, rendering him unconscious.
Quickly, he retrieved his blades from the floor and bolted out the door, running down the hallways and past frighten inn guest who had emerge from their rooms to see what the excitement was about. However, one of the rooms Kotsuzui had past was currently inhabited by a Royaryu who had thrust out his lance at him.
Taken by surprise, he only had enough time to knock the spearhead away before stumbling over from his tall geta teeth and slamming into the ground. Looking up, his eyes widen in fear as he quickly threw his head to the side just in time to avoid the sharpen steel from plunging into his head and instead into the wooden floor.
The Royaryu made the move to strike again, but grunted as the spear held fast to the wooden planks. Quickly, Kotsuzui slammed his foot forcefully into the dragon’s gut, stunning and forcing him back away from the weapon. Leaping to his feet, the swordsman yanked the spear out effortlessly and stabbed it into the man’s uniform collar and pinned him there.
The shrill cry of a whistle from the incoming Royaryu officers force Kotsuzui to turn and flee the inn through an emergency exit, then he quickly grabbed a long plank of wood and barred the door. It pounded from the pressure of the Royaryus behind it who were desperate to get their wanted man, yet Kotsuzui just quickly mounted a horse bare back and rode it out of sight and into the woods.
Not far behind in the air though were the emerald-scaled beast and her young, cloaked rider.
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EXCERPT TWO
He was the most annoying thing Kokuei had ever met he angrily thought as he dragged his feet behind the traveling group. The Kitsuna simply was bouncing away happily, with such an infinite amount of energy. The Royaryu could have sworn he was inhuman. Oh wait, he isn’t human.
“Come on Kokuei, you’re falling behind like a snail, walk faster!” he taunted, occasionally dancing and flaunting off his vigorous energy to the exhausted dragon boy. He just growled, baring his fangs at the fox and sometimes snapped at Yo-Ko to scare him away back to Kotsuzui.
The swordsman just frowned and shook his head. “Yo-Ko stop teasing Kokuei, he had to stay up late to watch over the camp.”
“Aw, but it’s boring just walking Kotsu, can’t we play a game or something?” he whined, his large fox ears pulling close to his mahogany hair.
Oarashi chuckled. “I’m sure it must be bothersome not being able to do anything at all Yo-Ko, but you don’t have anything to fear while traveling through Mystic woods. We however, must be on the look out for anything that could be potentially harmful to us on the way to your father’s place.”
The little Kitsuna still pouted, crossing his arms. “You guys are no fun at all!”
The Royaryu hissed violently, snatching up the back of Yo-Ko’s kimono into his grip and yanked him violently up eye level. “If you don’t shut up, I’m going to start playing a game of ‘skin the fox’ on your sorry ass, zorro.”
The little fox, after staring at Kokuei’s face full of wrath, suddenly snapped his jaws around Kokuei’s accusatory finger hard. He shrieked in pain, dropping the fox and held his finger, howling in agony at the new unexpected wound.
“¡Le mataré!” he screamed, whipping his scythe off his back and dashed after the fleeing Yo-Ko, swinging wildly in an attempt to decapitate the boy.
Mizuki stared at the Royaryu dumbstruck as Oarashi and Kotsuzui just frowned disapprovingly at the manic duo. “I rather you try to stop him,” Oarashi said, watching Yo-Ko leading Kokuei around in circles slipping in between fallen trees and rocks. Kokuei kept blindly swinging at the fox, sometimes lodging his weapon in the wood of a tree or glancing off of a stone in a spray of shimmering sparks.
“Fine.” Kotsuzui took a few steps forward just as Yo-Ko bolted by and grabbed Kokuei’s scythe effortlessly, holding it in a death grip despite the frantic tugs from Kokuei.
“Let go dammit!” he hissed, trying with futile efforts to free his dangerous weapon from his hands.
“Uh, no, now quit fooling around or else I will be the one skinning you.” With a powerful jerk, Kotsuzui disarmed Kokuei and clunked the wooden staff square on Kokuei’s head again. As he howled in pain and held his head, Kotsuzui just casually continued forward, resting the staff on his shoulder. The Royaryu watched helplessly as some stranger just stole his weapon and walked off with it, bringing forth another annoyed growl.
“Idiota maldito.” His ear twitched as he heard Yo-Ko come up next to him and begun chanting.
“Kokuei got his weapon taken, Kokuei got his weapon taken.” Yo-Ko squealed with delight as he dodged a punch from the fire dragon and once out of reach stuck his tongue out. “You’re too slow! Like a slow lizard!”
With a huff, Kokuei jabbed his hand into one of his satchels attached to his belt and pulled out a large piece of jerky and gnawed it, trying to relieve his stress.
Making sure Kokuei was fully distracted on the hard piece of meat before saying anything, Kotsuzui bought the group closely. “I don’t have anything against Kokuei, but I don’t trust that tasting his blood is the only thing that makes him go into bloodlust mode.”
“What does?” Mizuki asked quietly, taking a quick glance at the Royaryu.
“I’ve seen some Royaryus go into bloodlust mode at just merely getting angry. I don’t know if it will happen to Kokuei.” His voice trailed as he stopped to gaze ahead. Oarashi and Mizuki also looked up, but they couldn’t see anything among the thick ancient cedar trees.
But as Oarashi breathed in, a sudden crisp of icy air filled his lungs then cold invisible fingers caressed his body, sending up a shiver through his spine. Out of the corner of his eye, Oarashi saw Mizuki shivered. “What is this? What’s going on?”
“We’ve stepped into the Realm of Spirits,” Yo-Ko quietly answered, gazing around cautiously. “The head spirits are always moving their borders though a good distance from the clearing to avoid humans.”
“So we are in the middle of Mystic Forest?” the Suyaryu asked, feeling Jasmine breath trembled restlessly.
Kotsuzui shook his head, “Not quite, the heart of the Realm of Spirits doesn’t always reside in the heart of the very forest itself.” By now the air had became so cold, frost begun to linger on the leaves and grass of the woods and melt into a breath cloud with each breath the group took. “But to see the core of the Realm of Spirits is certain death, your soul sapped out of your body and force to take residence among these woods, never moving on to the afterlife.”
The Royaryu shivered, “How long exactly are we to stay in the realm?”
“Depends, they may move on or stay here for a matter of days, possibly years before they move]= to another location,” Yo-Ko answered, poised carefully on a fallen log. “Though the spirits I should say take form of beasts. Some are none at all too friendly and might wish harm upon us.”
Mizuki frowned as she pet the nose of her black stallion. “Why so?”
“Before the humans Mystic Forest had extended as far as to the Akai Hi borderline,” Kotsuzui took a step forward, carefully picking out a trail all the while searching the trees for ghosts among the newly thick, blue fog. “With the creation of mankind, their greed for the land and wealth that lay hidden among these trees grew until their desire drove them to destroy the forest recklessly and without respect for the spirits within.”
“And let me guess, the spirits, started to scare them out of the woods?”
“No, they killed them,” Kotsuzui answered Kokuei’s question matter-of-factly. The group remained silent, save for Yo-Ko who had a smile on his tan face.
“But of course we, the Kitsunas, talked the spirits into leaving a section of clearing for the humans in exchange for the humans to never intrude on their lands again.” His ears suddenly twitched. “Huh, so they came to see us.”
Mizuki now drew near to her husband, clutching his arm for comfort. “They knew we were coming?”
“Of course, they are spirits, though only limited to their boundaries, they are free to roam the forest,” Kotsuzui passed to glare at Kokuei, “Unless of course Kokuei’s frantic screaming warned them in the first place.”
“Yeah, yeah, anyways are they going to bother us or not?” he snapped at the Kitsuna.
“As long as you are with me and do no harm to the trees you’re fine. Though they are curious to see a Royaryu made it this far into the Forest let alone pass the Murasaki Tochi border.”
“With the Imperial Guards not permitting Royaryus into the Murasaki Tochi region I could understand. But don’t you suppose some might have snuck by in the dark such as we had?”
“Valid point,” Kotsuzui agreed with Mizuki, then he looked ahead, “But to have the heir of the Murasaki Tochi shrine leading us through the Mystic woods to Kitsuna Island, don’t you think we’ll bring about some sort of curious attention?”
“You’re right; to be escorted by Yo-Ko is indeed an unusual sight to these spirits.” Oarashi’s voice rose a bit in surprise as a small glowing orb floated freely past by him before disappearing into a tree.
Yo-Ko just smiled, “Don’t mind them startling you. They do get bored once in a while.”
“So you tell me.”
Also, Kotsuzui (Warning, OLD picture, I still have yet to draw an update picture of him. when you read it, ignore his wings and purple markings jennieo-of-hyrule64.deviantart.com/gallery/?q=Kotsuzui&offset=0#/d1emrmf ) Was originally going to make his debut here on ZeldaPlay, but I gave that away instead to Oarashi/Sappho. Kokuei was also considered and in fact made his appareance in the old Zeldaplay Site, but I choosed not to use him also here.
Anyways, here it is
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He closed the door as quietly as he could, not even bothering to ignite the candle wick for more light. Loading his swords and a pack onto a bed, he walked over to a glass-paned window and opened it.
Kotsuzui then chirped a name into the darkness and held out an arm. The sound of wings flapping in the air was heard as a fairly large bird landed on his arm guard. Kotsuzui softly smiled as he gently brought the bird of prey into his room. Allowing it to hop onto the chair’s back, Kotsuzui produced a fresh, meaty snack to his feather friend.
It quickly snapped it out of his hand and gobbled it down as the man stroke its soft grey feathers. “That’s a good bird, Irajah,” he cooed as it let out a small screech. His face then turned slightly serious as he pulled out stationary and placed it on the table. He quickly wrote up a letter;
Byakko, I’m currently heading to Menika Village so if any news from the Imperial Palace has been proclaimed and it is to my interest, please do not hesitate to inform me on the matter. I’ll see you soon once I have meet Oarashi and find Mizuki.
~Kotsuzui
P.S. Don’t let Yo-Ko try to eat my bird again will you old-timer?
He chuckled to himself as he reread the last sentence. But he could recall yelling up a storm at the young fox for nearly consuming his beloved pet. Once he folded the letter, Kotsuzui heated up the red wax with a small flame, sealed the letter and attached it to the talon of the falcon. After giving him another snack, Kotsuzui tempted him on his arm and carried him before the window.
With a swing of his arm, the swordsman threw the bird out of his room and watched a pair of powerful, silver wings explode from the bird and disappeared out of sight, off to carry the letter to Byakko.
He then proceeds to take out a very long, and elegant kiseru pipe and stuffed some dried, fragrant leaves and flowers in the tiny bowl. Balancing the pipe with his lips, he leaned his head forward to strike some sparks from this flint stone into the bowl. There was a loud and distant crash in the lobby of the inn, his sharp eyes looking at the direction of the sound.
Standing there idle, taking in puffs from his pipe, Kotsuzui’s elegant ears twitched as he listened in carefully to his surroundings. Voices of people crying out in surprise were heard along with angered barks in both tongues; the Common Language and the Royaryu’s.
Kotsuzui just smirked, closing his eyes with a shake of his head. “So, he is truly keeping his promise of beheading me.” He gazed at the moon and blew out some more smoke. “That’s a first. Oh well.”
He quickly grabbed his worn leather knapsack and hauled it over his shoulders. While reaching for the blades, there was a thunderous crash behind him as the wooded door came crashing down from being kicked in.
“You, there!” the Royaryu roared, aiming his sword at Kotsuzui when he turned to face them, “In the name of Great King Artof, you’re under arrest!”
He closed his amethyst eyes again, a playful smirk crossed over his face. “OK, you got me,” he spoke, throwing his hands in the air as his blades clattered to the wooden floor.
The officer cautiously moved towards him as more flood into the room, hoping to block off Kotsuzui’s exit. Roughly, the Royaryu grabbed the man’s wrist and twist him around. Once he had both wrists in his iron grip, he produced a shackle to hand cuff the swordsman.
Once the metal chains locked in place, Kotsuzui cracked his head to the side and into the helmet of the Royaryu. The officer stumbled over and hit the ground from the weight of the armor. Two more officers charged into the small room and at Kotsuzui. He crouched down before he leapt into the air and perfectly kicked the two men right under their jaws with his sandal-clad feet. They stumbled back dazed before slamming into the ground unconscious, leaving another Royaryu to charge in with his scimitar raised.
Kotsuzui slipped his chained hands over his head and in the path of the blade. With a loud clash of metal slicing metal, the weaken chains shattered and freed the swordsman’s hands, which he used to grab his enemy’s neck and smash his left knuckles into his face, rendering him unconscious.
Quickly, he retrieved his blades from the floor and bolted out the door, running down the hallways and past frighten inn guest who had emerge from their rooms to see what the excitement was about. However, one of the rooms Kotsuzui had past was currently inhabited by a Royaryu who had thrust out his lance at him.
Taken by surprise, he only had enough time to knock the spearhead away before stumbling over from his tall geta teeth and slamming into the ground. Looking up, his eyes widen in fear as he quickly threw his head to the side just in time to avoid the sharpen steel from plunging into his head and instead into the wooden floor.
The Royaryu made the move to strike again, but grunted as the spear held fast to the wooden planks. Quickly, Kotsuzui slammed his foot forcefully into the dragon’s gut, stunning and forcing him back away from the weapon. Leaping to his feet, the swordsman yanked the spear out effortlessly and stabbed it into the man’s uniform collar and pinned him there.
The shrill cry of a whistle from the incoming Royaryu officers force Kotsuzui to turn and flee the inn through an emergency exit, then he quickly grabbed a long plank of wood and barred the door. It pounded from the pressure of the Royaryus behind it who were desperate to get their wanted man, yet Kotsuzui just quickly mounted a horse bare back and rode it out of sight and into the woods.
Not far behind in the air though were the emerald-scaled beast and her young, cloaked rider.
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EXCERPT TWO
He was the most annoying thing Kokuei had ever met he angrily thought as he dragged his feet behind the traveling group. The Kitsuna simply was bouncing away happily, with such an infinite amount of energy. The Royaryu could have sworn he was inhuman. Oh wait, he isn’t human.
“Come on Kokuei, you’re falling behind like a snail, walk faster!” he taunted, occasionally dancing and flaunting off his vigorous energy to the exhausted dragon boy. He just growled, baring his fangs at the fox and sometimes snapped at Yo-Ko to scare him away back to Kotsuzui.
The swordsman just frowned and shook his head. “Yo-Ko stop teasing Kokuei, he had to stay up late to watch over the camp.”
“Aw, but it’s boring just walking Kotsu, can’t we play a game or something?” he whined, his large fox ears pulling close to his mahogany hair.
Oarashi chuckled. “I’m sure it must be bothersome not being able to do anything at all Yo-Ko, but you don’t have anything to fear while traveling through Mystic woods. We however, must be on the look out for anything that could be potentially harmful to us on the way to your father’s place.”
The little Kitsuna still pouted, crossing his arms. “You guys are no fun at all!”
The Royaryu hissed violently, snatching up the back of Yo-Ko’s kimono into his grip and yanked him violently up eye level. “If you don’t shut up, I’m going to start playing a game of ‘skin the fox’ on your sorry ass, zorro.”
The little fox, after staring at Kokuei’s face full of wrath, suddenly snapped his jaws around Kokuei’s accusatory finger hard. He shrieked in pain, dropping the fox and held his finger, howling in agony at the new unexpected wound.
“¡Le mataré!” he screamed, whipping his scythe off his back and dashed after the fleeing Yo-Ko, swinging wildly in an attempt to decapitate the boy.
Mizuki stared at the Royaryu dumbstruck as Oarashi and Kotsuzui just frowned disapprovingly at the manic duo. “I rather you try to stop him,” Oarashi said, watching Yo-Ko leading Kokuei around in circles slipping in between fallen trees and rocks. Kokuei kept blindly swinging at the fox, sometimes lodging his weapon in the wood of a tree or glancing off of a stone in a spray of shimmering sparks.
“Fine.” Kotsuzui took a few steps forward just as Yo-Ko bolted by and grabbed Kokuei’s scythe effortlessly, holding it in a death grip despite the frantic tugs from Kokuei.
“Let go dammit!” he hissed, trying with futile efforts to free his dangerous weapon from his hands.
“Uh, no, now quit fooling around or else I will be the one skinning you.” With a powerful jerk, Kotsuzui disarmed Kokuei and clunked the wooden staff square on Kokuei’s head again. As he howled in pain and held his head, Kotsuzui just casually continued forward, resting the staff on his shoulder. The Royaryu watched helplessly as some stranger just stole his weapon and walked off with it, bringing forth another annoyed growl.
“Idiota maldito.” His ear twitched as he heard Yo-Ko come up next to him and begun chanting.
“Kokuei got his weapon taken, Kokuei got his weapon taken.” Yo-Ko squealed with delight as he dodged a punch from the fire dragon and once out of reach stuck his tongue out. “You’re too slow! Like a slow lizard!”
With a huff, Kokuei jabbed his hand into one of his satchels attached to his belt and pulled out a large piece of jerky and gnawed it, trying to relieve his stress.
Making sure Kokuei was fully distracted on the hard piece of meat before saying anything, Kotsuzui bought the group closely. “I don’t have anything against Kokuei, but I don’t trust that tasting his blood is the only thing that makes him go into bloodlust mode.”
“What does?” Mizuki asked quietly, taking a quick glance at the Royaryu.
“I’ve seen some Royaryus go into bloodlust mode at just merely getting angry. I don’t know if it will happen to Kokuei.” His voice trailed as he stopped to gaze ahead. Oarashi and Mizuki also looked up, but they couldn’t see anything among the thick ancient cedar trees.
But as Oarashi breathed in, a sudden crisp of icy air filled his lungs then cold invisible fingers caressed his body, sending up a shiver through his spine. Out of the corner of his eye, Oarashi saw Mizuki shivered. “What is this? What’s going on?”
“We’ve stepped into the Realm of Spirits,” Yo-Ko quietly answered, gazing around cautiously. “The head spirits are always moving their borders though a good distance from the clearing to avoid humans.”
“So we are in the middle of Mystic Forest?” the Suyaryu asked, feeling Jasmine breath trembled restlessly.
Kotsuzui shook his head, “Not quite, the heart of the Realm of Spirits doesn’t always reside in the heart of the very forest itself.” By now the air had became so cold, frost begun to linger on the leaves and grass of the woods and melt into a breath cloud with each breath the group took. “But to see the core of the Realm of Spirits is certain death, your soul sapped out of your body and force to take residence among these woods, never moving on to the afterlife.”
The Royaryu shivered, “How long exactly are we to stay in the realm?”
“Depends, they may move on or stay here for a matter of days, possibly years before they move]= to another location,” Yo-Ko answered, poised carefully on a fallen log. “Though the spirits I should say take form of beasts. Some are none at all too friendly and might wish harm upon us.”
Mizuki frowned as she pet the nose of her black stallion. “Why so?”
“Before the humans Mystic Forest had extended as far as to the Akai Hi borderline,” Kotsuzui took a step forward, carefully picking out a trail all the while searching the trees for ghosts among the newly thick, blue fog. “With the creation of mankind, their greed for the land and wealth that lay hidden among these trees grew until their desire drove them to destroy the forest recklessly and without respect for the spirits within.”
“And let me guess, the spirits, started to scare them out of the woods?”
“No, they killed them,” Kotsuzui answered Kokuei’s question matter-of-factly. The group remained silent, save for Yo-Ko who had a smile on his tan face.
“But of course we, the Kitsunas, talked the spirits into leaving a section of clearing for the humans in exchange for the humans to never intrude on their lands again.” His ears suddenly twitched. “Huh, so they came to see us.”
Mizuki now drew near to her husband, clutching his arm for comfort. “They knew we were coming?”
“Of course, they are spirits, though only limited to their boundaries, they are free to roam the forest,” Kotsuzui passed to glare at Kokuei, “Unless of course Kokuei’s frantic screaming warned them in the first place.”
“Yeah, yeah, anyways are they going to bother us or not?” he snapped at the Kitsuna.
“As long as you are with me and do no harm to the trees you’re fine. Though they are curious to see a Royaryu made it this far into the Forest let alone pass the Murasaki Tochi border.”
“With the Imperial Guards not permitting Royaryus into the Murasaki Tochi region I could understand. But don’t you suppose some might have snuck by in the dark such as we had?”
“Valid point,” Kotsuzui agreed with Mizuki, then he looked ahead, “But to have the heir of the Murasaki Tochi shrine leading us through the Mystic woods to Kitsuna Island, don’t you think we’ll bring about some sort of curious attention?”
“You’re right; to be escorted by Yo-Ko is indeed an unusual sight to these spirits.” Oarashi’s voice rose a bit in surprise as a small glowing orb floated freely past by him before disappearing into a tree.
Yo-Ko just smiled, “Don’t mind them startling you. They do get bored once in a while.”
“So you tell me.”