Chapter 7: Epilogue, (10)
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Book 7 Epilogue, (10)
[Part 10/10]
The cause of it all was that light... Despite there being a considerable distance, it still drained a significant amount of youkai power. Kamui had transformed back into a doll (ningyou) now, purely due to the remnants of strength being exerted. It was enough to make him complain.
"Haah... haah... haah... Is this... what it has come to?"
Taking a moment to catch his breath, swallow his saliva, and calm his mind, Kamui finally took a step forward but abruptly halted.
"Oh, right, I forgot. ... 'No one is seen in the empty mountains.'
'How about a spring slumber?'
As if remembering something, Kamui quickly spoke the words, and a muffled voice echoed from the rocky walls on the left and right of the cave. Upon closer inspection, it was the gatekeeper, a demon-like face emerging from the walls. Its eyes widened, demanding the password. It exuded an intimidating atmosphere, disguised as a simple gatekeeper.
"Ah, 'Unseen in the empty mountains.'"
After a brief pause, Kamui recalled the continuation of the verse from their memory and answered with the next line.
'When the country is in ruins?'
"'Mountains and rivers remain.'"
'When timing is unfavorable?'
"'The swift horse does not falter.'"
'What should one not desire?'
"Hmm? Let me see... Ah, 'Do not desire to do good to others,' was it? Hahaha. How treacherous."
Just in the nick of time, Kamui pulled out the continuation of the verse from his mind and responded. In addition to answering, he scolded the person who set this password.
After going through all the trouble of establishing the setting with continental poetry, suddenly using a password from ancient writings showed a mean-spirited nature. Moreover, the selected excerpt had a sharp irony, emphasizing the unpleasant character of the person who chose the password. The poets and philosophers from that distant time would have certainly been unhappy to see their words used by someone like him.
'Enter...'
The gatekeeper, floating on the rock wall, muttered and closed its eyelids. Once closed, it blended into the rock surface, making it nearly impossible to discern the disguised gatekeeper's presence without careful observation.
"Well, then, I'll intrude."
After carefully checking for any other traps or dangers they might not be aware of, Kamui finally stepped into the cave.
"..."
For a while, Kamui supported his body against the cave wall and walked straight into the dimly lit depths of the cave.
The cave was clearly not of natural origin. Despite being weathered and eroded by the passage of time, the walls were undoubtedly artificially carved.
"It happened in the ancient past, before Fusō-kuni was founded. In the various slave dynasties that were intermittently established, it became a trend for kings to construct palaces that also served as tombs to showcase their authority... They employed countless slaves over decades."
"..."
"Uh, I see."
Kamui decided not to delve further into his mentor's indifferent words. It would lead to no fruitful outcome.
...Though he can't just end up like a coward. But not here, not now.
"For her sake, huh?"
"...At the point when my body was altered, I assumed as much. Did you make it possible for yourself to read my thoughts, Master?"
Kamui asked with resignation, interjecting at an opportune moment. He couldn't help but wonder how much his thoughts and memories had been tampered with.
"No, I wouldn't do such an unsophisticated thing. You can rest assured. Your memories, emotions, judgment, and certainly your passion are undoubtedly yours."
Nue denied Kamui's concerns in a carefree manner. Despite the denial, Kamui couldn't fully trust it.
"You don't have to be suspicious like that. Well, freedom of the mind was also present in the ancient non-humans, so I won't fault you for it."
Nue casually proclaimed, pretending to be magnanimous. Kamui felt exasperated by his arrogant and audacious attitude.
Yet, even understanding that, Kamui had no choice but to follow his mentor before him. It was the only option to save and preserve her life.
In a world where there was no future for Fusō-kuni or his tribe, the only path that could keep her, who had fallen even to a half-youkai state, alive was this.
"...So, Master, what is my next assignment?"
For a moment, Kamui's mind conjured up the image of a tomboyish non-human woman, reminiscent of a wolf. He pushed that thought to the corner of his mind and posed the question. He couldn't imagine his mentor engaging in a meaningless conversation.
Kamui understood that this exchange was a warning to himself, unsettled by his emotions during the previous assignment. So, what did his mentor, who had made him realize his position once again, demand from him? It was clear that it had to be a new mission.
"Haha, it's not as complicated as you think."
The flesh mass deftly formed what appeared to be a smile and clapped his hands. Kamui felt the presence slowly closing in behind him.
"What I ask of you is two things. First, I want you to infiltrate the capital. Leave the guidance to me. And the second..."
As Kamui turned his attention to the approaching presence, he recognized its existence and involuntarily opened his mouth in astonishment. He couldn't help but be dumbfounded.
"...Master, are you joking about this?"
Kamui turned around. He glanced at his mentor. He called out to him with a mix of suspicion in his gaze. In response to that doubtful look, the flesh puppet smiled calmly.
"It's still a work in progress, you see. Please forgive its awkward movements. ...Will you take care of its care and keeping?"
Kamui could only contort his mouth, utterly dumbfounded, in response to the nonchalant words of the man who once served as the first head of the Onmyouji Bureau.
And so, dressed in tattered rags, 'it' drooling sloppily, observed the exchange between the two before it in a daze, tilting its head.
It resembled an innocent child...
Onikuma fan art: Click here
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Book 7 Epilogue, (10)
[Part 10/10]
The cause of it all was that light... Despite there being a considerable distance, it still drained a significant amount of youkai power. Kamui had transformed back into a doll (ningyou) now, purely due to the remnants of strength being exerted. It was enough to make him complain.
"Haah... haah... haah... Is this... what it has come to?"
Taking a moment to catch his breath, swallow his saliva, and calm his mind, Kamui finally took a step forward but abruptly halted.
"Oh, right, I forgot. ... 'No one is seen in the empty mountains.'
'How about a spring slumber?'
As if remembering something, Kamui quickly spoke the words, and a muffled voice echoed from the rocky walls on the left and right of the cave. Upon closer inspection, it was the gatekeeper, a demon-like face emerging from the walls. Its eyes widened, demanding the password. It exuded an intimidating atmosphere, disguised as a simple gatekeeper.
"Ah, 'Unseen in the empty mountains.'"
After a brief pause, Kamui recalled the continuation of the verse from their memory and answered with the next line.
'When the country is in ruins?'
"'Mountains and rivers remain.'"
'When timing is unfavorable?'
"'The swift horse does not falter.'"
'What should one not desire?'
"Hmm? Let me see... Ah, 'Do not desire to do good to others,' was it? Hahaha. How treacherous."
Just in the nick of time, Kamui pulled out the continuation of the verse from his mind and responded. In addition to answering, he scolded the person who set this password.
After going through all the trouble of establishing the setting with continental poetry, suddenly using a password from ancient writings showed a mean-spirited nature. Moreover, the selected excerpt had a sharp irony, emphasizing the unpleasant character of the person who chose the password. The poets and philosophers from that distant time would have certainly been unhappy to see their words used by someone like him.
'Enter...'
The gatekeeper, floating on the rock wall, muttered and closed its eyelids. Once closed, it blended into the rock surface, making it nearly impossible to discern the disguised gatekeeper's presence without careful observation.
"Well, then, I'll intrude."
After carefully checking for any other traps or dangers they might not be aware of, Kamui finally stepped into the cave.
"..."
For a while, Kamui supported his body against the cave wall and walked straight into the dimly lit depths of the cave.
The cave was clearly not of natural origin. Despite being weathered and eroded by the passage of time, the walls were undoubtedly artificially carved.
"It happened in the ancient past, before Fusō-kuni was founded. In the various slave dynasties that were intermittently established, it became a trend for kings to construct palaces that also served as tombs to showcase their authority... They employed countless slaves over decades."
"..."
"Uh, I see."
Kamui decided not to delve further into his mentor's indifferent words. It would lead to no fruitful outcome.
...Though he can't just end up like a coward. But not here, not now.
"For her sake, huh?"
"...At the point when my body was altered, I assumed as much. Did you make it possible for yourself to read my thoughts, Master?"
Kamui asked with resignation, interjecting at an opportune moment. He couldn't help but wonder how much his thoughts and memories had been tampered with.
"No, I wouldn't do such an unsophisticated thing. You can rest assured. Your memories, emotions, judgment, and certainly your passion are undoubtedly yours."
Nue denied Kamui's concerns in a carefree manner. Despite the denial, Kamui couldn't fully trust it.
"You don't have to be suspicious like that. Well, freedom of the mind was also present in the ancient non-humans, so I won't fault you for it."
Nue casually proclaimed, pretending to be magnanimous. Kamui felt exasperated by his arrogant and audacious attitude.
Yet, even understanding that, Kamui had no choice but to follow his mentor before him. It was the only option to save and preserve her life.
In a world where there was no future for Fusō-kuni or his tribe, the only path that could keep her, who had fallen even to a half-youkai state, alive was this.
"...So, Master, what is my next assignment?"
For a moment, Kamui's mind conjured up the image of a tomboyish non-human woman, reminiscent of a wolf. He pushed that thought to the corner of his mind and posed the question. He couldn't imagine his mentor engaging in a meaningless conversation.
Kamui understood that this exchange was a warning to himself, unsettled by his emotions during the previous assignment. So, what did his mentor, who had made him realize his position once again, demand from him? It was clear that it had to be a new mission.
"Haha, it's not as complicated as you think."
The flesh mass deftly formed what appeared to be a smile and clapped his hands. Kamui felt the presence slowly closing in behind him.
"What I ask of you is two things. First, I want you to infiltrate the capital. Leave the guidance to me. And the second..."
As Kamui turned his attention to the approaching presence, he recognized its existence and involuntarily opened his mouth in astonishment. He couldn't help but be dumbfounded.
"...Master, are you joking about this?"
Kamui turned around. He glanced at his mentor. He called out to him with a mix of suspicion in his gaze. In response to that doubtful look, the flesh puppet smiled calmly.
"It's still a work in progress, you see. Please forgive its awkward movements. ...Will you take care of its care and keeping?"
Kamui could only contort his mouth, utterly dumbfounded, in response to the nonchalant words of the man who once served as the first head of the Onmyouji Bureau.
And so, dressed in tattered rags, 'it' drooling sloppily, observed the exchange between the two before it in a daze, tilting its head.
It resembled an innocent child...
Onikuma fan art: Click here
Book 7 Epilogue, 10Part 10/10The cause of it all was that light... Despite there being a considerable distance, it still drained a significant amount of youkai power. Kamui had transformed back into a doll ningyou now, purely due to the remnants of strength being exerted. It was enough to make him complain. "Haah... haah... haah... Is this... what it has come to?" Taking a moment to catch his breath, swallow his saliva, and calm his mind, Kamui finally took a step forward but abruptly halted. "Oh, right, I forgot. ... 'No one is seen in the empty mountains.' 'How about a spring slumber?'As if remembering something, Kamui quickly spoke the words, and a muffled voice echoed from the rocky walls on the left and right of the cave. Upon closer inspection, it was the gatekeeper, a demon-like face emerging from the walls. Its eyes widened, demanding the password. It exuded an intimidating atmosphere, disguised as a simple gatekeeper. "Ah, 'Unseen in the empty mountains.'" After a brief pause, Kamui recalled the continuation of the verse from their memory and answered with the next line. 'When the country is in ruins?'"'Mountains and rivers remain.'" 'When timing is unfavorable?'"'The swift horse does not falter.'" 'What should one not desire?'"Hmm? Let me see... Ah, 'Do not desire to do good to others,' was it? Hahaha. How treacherous." Just in the nick of time, Kamui pulled out the continuation of the verse from his mind and responded. In addition to answering, he scolded the person who set this password. After going through all the trouble of establishing the setting with continental poetry, suddenly using a password from ancient writings showed a mean-spirited nature. Moreover, the selected excerpt had a sharp irony, emphasizing the unpleasant character of the person who chose the password. The poets and philosophers from that distant time would have certainly been unhappy to see their words used by someone like him. 'Enter...'The gatekeeper, floating on the rock wall, muttered and closed its eyelids. Once closed, it blended into the rock surface, making it nearly impossible to discern the disguised gatekeeper's presence without careful observation. "Well, then, I'll intrude." After carefully checking for any other traps or dangers they might not be aware of, Kamui finally stepped into the cave. "..." For a while, Kamui supported his body against the cave wall and walked straight into the dimly lit depths of the cave. The cave was clearly not of natural origin. Despite being weathered and eroded by the passage of time, the walls were undoubtedly artificially carved. "It happened in the ancient past, before Fuso-kuni was founded. In the various slave dynasties that were intermittently established, it became a trend for kings to construct palaces that also served as tombs to showcase their authority... They employed countless slaves over decades." "..." "Uh, I see." Kamui decided not to delve further into his mentor's indifferent words. It would lead to no fruitful outcome. ...Though he can't just end up like a coward. But not here, not now. "For her sake, huh?" "...At the point when my body was altered, I assumed as much. Did you make it possible for yourself to read my thoughts, Master?" Kamui asked with resignation, interjecting at an opportune moment. He couldn't help but wonder how much his thoughts and memories had been tampered with. "No, I wouldn't do such an unsophisticated thing. You can rest assured. Your memories, emotions, judgment, and certainly your passion are undoubtedly yours." Nue denied Kamui's concerns in a carefree manner. Despite the denial, Kamui couldn't fully trust it. "You don't have to be suspicious like that. Well, freedom of the mind was also present in the ancient non-humans, so I won't fault you for it." Nue casually proclaimed, pretending to be magnanimous. Kamui felt exasperated by his arrogant and audacious attitude. Yet, even understanding that, Kamui had no choice but to follow his mentor before him. It was the only option to save and preserve her life. In a world where there was no future for Fuso-kuni or his tribe, the only path that could keep her, who had fallen even to a half-youkai state, alive was this. "...So, Master, what is my next assignment?" For a moment, Kamui's mind conjured up the image of a tomboyish non-human woman, reminiscent of a wolf. He pushed that thought to the corner of his mind and posed the question. He couldn't imagine his mentor engaging in a meaningless conversation. Kamui understood that this exchange was a warning to himself, unsettled by his emotions during the previous assignment. So, what did his mentor, who had made him realize his position once again, demand from him? It was clear that it had to be a new mission. "Haha, it's not as complicated as you think." The flesh mass deftly formed what appeared to be a smile and clapped his hands. Kamui felt the presence slowly closing in behind him. "What I ask of you is two things. First, I want you to infiltrate the capital. Leave the guidance to me. And the second..." As Kamui turned his attention to the approaching presence, he recognized its existence and involuntarily opened his mouth in astonishment. He couldn't help but be dumbfounded. "...Master, are you joking about this?" Kamui turned around. He glanced at his mentor. He called out to him with a mix of suspicion in his gaze. In response to that doubtful look, the flesh puppet smiled calmly. "It's still a work in progress, you see. Please forgive its awkward movements. ...Will you take care of its care and keeping?" Kamui could only contort his mouth, utterly dumbfounded, in response to the nonchalant words of the man who once served as the first head of the Onmyouji Bureau. And so, dressed in tattered rags, 'it' drooling sloppily, observed the exchange between the two before it in a daze, tilting its head. It resembled an innocent child... Onikuma fan art: Click here
