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This wasn’t just any ordinary technique. Then again, no Space-Time approach ever is ordinary. This technique in no sense was extraordinary and was simple in its mechanism, yet perhaps that’s what made it so extraordinary. Sometimes, simplicity is all that is needed. This wasn’t a Space-Time...

From tone to delivery it was quite clear that Izanagi did not want to open up those can of worms. Who knew where it would take them. Not surprised even remotely about the Izanagi’s counter-movement to his own, the apertures that were shot out would surprisingly be met with heavy resistance...

“An oasis from the very gods that silenced you, they must not like that.” Kirinji remarked, thinking back to that one line Izanagi had said long ago. “I always knew you relished in your privacy, but to go to this extent is quite an extreme.” There was a pause before he spoke again and Kirinji...

Just as Kirinji was about to walk out Izanagi’s response stopped him before walking off. Albeit already turned around, Izanagi would almost feel the smile that would be stamped across Kirinji’s face. The blue-haired man already had an inclination of where this was about to head as he had heard...

It was as if the talons of a beast had wrapped around every crevice of his mind forcing him to acknowledge his presence and at the same time become frozen by its presence. Yet it was not in the savage manner of an animal but in a much more calculated and meticulous manner. There was a finesse to...

As The Tengu’s hand clasped onto Kirinji’s hand, a radiant solar flare bursted off the body of the Tengu temporarily blinding him. His eyes closed themselves disturbed by the bright light as his free hand shot up near his eyes to shield him from the light. Naturally, he also tried to pull away...

Kirinji rubbed his chin in thought as Izanagi spoke of how Hadou would instead choose him if it were to come down to it, giving this majestic source of power even more mystique. Perhaps the power was within the secret as there is power within words. As Izanagi moved onto Chowa, Kirinji glanced...

There was a glimmer of hope in his eyes as watched the Tengu's body language. There was the hope that while the question was asked, the Tengu may have answers as well. A foolish thought, why would the Tengu know even if Kirinji himself didn't know? Setsuna never told him either or how he...

It was not often that Izanagi would waiver in control of his expressions. Izanagi always struck him as a man who preferred to be in control, so the wince had caught Kirinji visibly off guard for a moment. The moment came and passed just as quickly as Izanagi resorted to pacifying behavior to...

There were not many shinobi out there that Kirinji would refuse to trifle with. Not because of fear, but because it would come at a great cost. Minimizing damage was important, he never wanted to be seen as inefficient. Someone who can battle but maintain control—it was a sign of great strength...

Just when it could not become more strange, it became more strange. As Kirinji sat up, his vision became blurred and the light before his eyes refracted and contorted into a manner that essentially etched a vision into the world, serving as a direct antithesis to the peaceful atmosphere. It was...

The golden rays of the fiery orb bathed the region almost as if they were blessing the land, which was odd. The tranquil aura itself was not odd, it was rather inviting, but it was the fact that it was not in this atmosphere where he had fallen into his slumbers. A pressing concern, especially...

Izanagi’s response forced a snortle out of Kirinji, even pointing at him in a playful manner with a wide smile. “It’s okay, I know a guy who knows a guy who knows a guy - who knows a guy that owes him a favor.” Kirinji responded, “One way or another, we’ll get the package!” In that last sentence...

It was a short debrief, not much too it because it all happened so quickly. Kirinji could tell that Izanagi was focused on one of the details more than the others because he had audibly said the name, to which prompted Kirinji to respond back to almost as quickly as it was brought up. "Not sure...

Oh ho ho ho! (Merry Christmas) There he was, there was the real Izanagi. The white hair silver-tongued devil was known to be an expert at manipulating affairs through just speech alone. Eloquent as ever, Kirinji was sure that the Izanagi Chowa had met was much more cheerful and upbeat than now...

His confused expression never washed away even as he stood in the Mebu Castle Hallways. For a moment he just stood there and soaked in all the information he had just received. A troubled mind indeed. The wheels in his mind were not just turning, they were racing at thousand miles an hour and...

Drinking would be the wrong word to describe it. It was much more swallowing half-eaten food and it was getting stuck in your throat as it went down. It wasn't confusing, but he was confident that there were more layers than Oyodo had explained. The whole time Kirinji was just staring at him...

Oh, he liked Oyodo. The man spoke with determination and focus which reminded him of the Tengu, and he was one of Kirinji’s favorite people. Some would even say Kirinji was a fan so as Oyodo spoke the reminder caused him to smile subtly as he looked off at the old battlefield with him. There was...

Kirinji listened closely to Oyodo’s words and this was seen by the way his eyes were fixated upon him. Every subtle movement was captured and even when Oyodo had put his arm down to showcase the relic, his eyes remained focussed on it for some time. The way he worded things was curious and as he...

With each exchange between the Zenku and Oyodo, Kirinji was slowly beginning to piece the strings of information he was getting together and why it was so personal for Oyodo. Kirinji too would exact revenge in such a manner had his loved one’s become victims to this sort of violence. Then again...