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41 Touch Down!
🕑 Added 2025-05-19 19:01:56 +0000 UTC"Would you rather fuck a kamoshika if no one would ever learn of it, or not fuck a kamoshika but have everyone believe that you have."
I turn away from admiring the view of the approaching Imperial Capital to level a deeply concerned look upon the man who is unremarkable except for the poor state of his hair that just came to a stop next to me.
A kamoshika is basically the Japanese version of a goat, though I think it's more like an antelope, or something between anyway. So I feel my response is perfectly natural.
"We literally just got here. Who starts a conversation like that?"
Kiyohara, though I suppose she does want me to call her Nagiko now, turns to glare at him from where she is standing hugging my arm.
"That is Fujiwara no Noritaka Dear. I believe his mind was possessed by a Tanuki when he was young, and now we have to deal with what is left."
Nagiko can be really mean when she wants to.
...She also always kind of seems to want to.
Noritaka scowls at her. "It is a perfectly valid question. It determines whether one would be willing to do endure a shameful, disgusting experience for the sake of preserving their social status or if they value their own self more. And since when did you call anyone Dear? Did you two get engaged?"
"Not yet," Nagiko responds without pause, and I can only bring myself to feel amused. It's not like I'm massively against the idea in the first place, it's just a bit fast. Thankfully she realises that, but that doesn't help this foreboding feeling that my bachelor days are coming to a close. "But if you want to know these things, you can ask in a less disgusting way."
"I could not have said it better myself," yet another voice joins the conversation. This one I recognise.
I turn back to watch as Minamoto Yorimitsu and his brother Yorinobu stroll into the foyer we are waiting to arrive in. The blond brothers make a beeline for us, whereupon Yorimitsu proceeds to casually sling one arm over Noritaka's shoulder and pull the slightly taller boy down into a hunch.
"As the lady said, you are rather disgraceful. It is a wonder that you could bear the same name as Michinaga-sama." Despite the harshness of his words, they are spoken with a bright smile and a friendly voice. It only makes Yorimitsu seem all the more dangerous, as is clear by the bead of sweat that drips from Noritaka's forehead. "Perhaps you should check in on your cousin?"
Noritaka gulps and tries to show a strong front but nods his head regardless.
I believe I am witnessing a bullying.
Yorimitsu lets Noritaka go and he stumbles half a step before straightening himself out and offering Nagiko and I a brief bow. "It was a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
I return the bow, because I'm not an asshole, but he is already leaving before I can say anything back. Nagiko didn't bow.
"I will have you know," I start before either Minamoto can speak. "I may be getting seduced with a rather embarrassing amount of ease at the moment, but that is only because Nagiko-chan is a beautiful woman. I am not interested in being seduced by a man I am afraid."
I make sure to look as pityingly as possible, as if I am truly sad to let him down and break his heart. It's what he gets for being a meanie.
I notice Nagiko flush slightly, and I'm fairly certain it isn't because of my words alone. Her eyes are probably telling her just how beautiful I find her. Beyond just her incredibly attractive appearance, but down to her character. Everything about her really. There is a reason I haven't put up any effort to dissuade her apparent desire to marry me.
Her eyes are especially wonderful.
Nagiko turns to look away and it's only then that I realise I was staring.
"Well, are you two not just adorable," Yorimitsu croons, causing Nagiko to glare, but I just laugh. "I wonder what Sukuna would think? You say that you have no desire to be seduced by a man, yet what exactly is your relationship with Sukuna?"
I get a sudden instinctual feeling that Yorimitsu is actually just fishing for information right now about Sukuna and is only asking the questions like an asshole to disguise the fact. Or maybe he just thinks it's more fun.
Either way, I'm The Strongest. I have nothing to hide.
Well, not that I'm going to start talking about having memories of my previous life. I've thought about it, and I don't think I'd bother trying to hide it if anyone just directly asked me. I have no real need to. But at the same time, there's no need to bring it up either. It'd just complicate matters for no reason.
"We are friends. Equal opposites. He is one of the most important people to me in this world and the next. I still do not feel any manner of romantic or sexual attraction to him. I am fairly certain he does not even really feel either of those for anyone. He kind of just hates people too much to want to fuck them."
If he's fishing for information about our relationship, then I might as well just give him a comprehensive answer. That way he doesn't have to worry about how to word his responses to wheedle the information out of me.
I glance between the twins, wondering if they feel similarly about one another as I do with Sukuna. He is basically a brother to me after all, and we're the same age.
Then again, Yorimitsu is apparently Special Grade material, even if he doesn't have the rank right now. Yorinobu meanwhile is only Semi-Grade One. The difference is rather large.
"You hold him in quite high regard," Yorimitsu says, kind of stating the obvious. "Sukuna did not strike me as the type to hold anyone in such regard. Are you sure that your feelings are mutual?"
I nod my head and smile in the face of his passive aggressiveness. He's actually pretty good at shit talking. I'm kind of impressed.
"Sukuna struggles to respect those he can kill," I respond. Yorimitsu doesn't miss the implication that Sukuna doesn't respect him because he can kill him.
His eyes narrow even if his smile remains. "Is that to say that Sukuna cannot kill you?"
"Well, he would have to work for it at the very least." Yorimitsu's brow twitches at the insinuation that Sukuna wouldn't even have to try to kill him. "We will find out soon enough either way."
Yorimitsu blinks at that and raises a brow. "What exactly is that supposed to mean?"
"Exactly what I said." I shrug, paying more attention to the view as the capital grows closer than Yorimitsu's face. "We made a bet that we would fight when we graduate. All out, not holds barred. Should be... Two and a half years? Something like that. It is then that we will see which Curse of ours is the right path."
"Oh? That's interesting," Yorimitsu mutters contemplatively, but the conversation seems to be over so I ignore him in favour of the view.
And what a view it is. Looking at the approaching Imperial Palace, I can only assume that it is actually larger than it would have been in my world. No doubt thanks to the existence of magic stuff.
But it truly is massive. The outer wall is rectangular, and I feel like you might not even be able to see one end from the other even if there was nothing in the way. If my math is right, that would make the wall nearly ten kilometres long and about half as many wide. That is insane. I'm pretty sure the Louvre Palace was, or will be, about a kilometre long, and I think that was the biggest palace on the planet, or at least the longest.
Looking at it from above as we are, I feel like I can see a separation in the grounds. There is a lot of green space and even a few small lakes. The various buildings are scattered about, but the largest collection of buildings are all together on one end of the walled area.
I'd say about a fifth of the land is dedicated to those buildings, while the rest of the space has it's buildings far more spread out, including one section of land that is a simple clearing maybe a kilometre by a kilometre. I am assuming that the larger area is for the Sorcerers while the collection of closer buildings are for the normal nobles.
Sorcerers do kind of need more space, like with the giant square clearing that I presume is a training or sparring ground of some sort.
But it's not like that's all there is. I feel like I could spend all day looking at all the different fixtures. From the artistic architecture to the miniature forests and lakes and colourful gardens. I even spy a path lined by cherry blossoms that I fully intend to walk down while I'm here.
Even with all my power, I still manage to feel slightly insignificant in the face of such scale.
I love it.
"It is easy to forget sometimes, that you are from the country." I turn to meet Nagiko's iridescent eyes, and those very eyes see my question before I can ask it. "You walk with confidence. Even powerful nobles and powerful Sorcerers at least present some caution. No noble wants to lose influence and no Sorcerer wants to lose power. Yet you walk without showing the slightest concern that you may lose anything, no matter what happens. It is the sort of attitude held exclusively by the most influential men alive."
Her words kind of just make me laugh, and from the look she sends me, I don't think her eyes have enough information to understand why I find her words so funny.
That's actually kind of sad now that I think about it.
"You have never meaningfully interacted with anyone who was not either a Sorcerer, a noble, or both, have you?" I ask, and I can tell I'm on the money immediately, so I lean closer to her to speak quietly against her ear. "I will take you to the village near my home someday. I could introduce you to my father while we're there."
It's kind of ironic to me that this so called attitude of the powerful, is just how normal people normally act. Because in the world of politics, every word and action has to be measured and everyone has to be weary that their allies won't just stab them in the back for the slightest benefit.
In the countryside, people are just farmers. Their only real concern day to day is making sure they have enough food to eat. But beyond that, what need is there to be overly weary of your fellow man? A random farmer doesn't even have a legacy to risk being torn apart.
I suppose those commoners would still be pretty nervous should anyone above their station be visiting. So I can see where she's coming from in the sense that I'm basically treating all these nobles and Sorcerer clans as if the threat they pose to me is equal to that of a random commoner farmer.
...When I put it like that, I can actually kind of see where she's coming from.
Ah well, I'm not going to take my words back. I still feel that there is truth to them, even if not quite as much as I thought. Plus, if we're going to get engaged, which at this point seems rather inevitable, then I'd want her and my father to meet regardless.
As we get nearer to the Palace, I notice the barrier surrounding it.
I'd obviously noticed such a large barrier earlier in our approach, but it's only now that we are so close that I can really admire the intricacy of the work. Considering the sheer size of the barrier, I honestly didn't expect it to be that powerful, but clearly that was naïve of me, because this might be the most powerful barrier I've ever seen outside of a Domain Expansion.
It makes me really want to see the script that makes it up, because it might be the most complex piece of art I have ever seen. I can tell just from feeling it that it is the combined work of multiple generations of Sorcerers. A collective effort through the ages.
Such a beautiful thing.
Idly, I use what Tengen taught me to create a barrier bubble on my free hand and try to integrate what I can understand of the barrier in front of me. See what I can copy, what I can understand. Basically just playing around really. I don't have anything I need a barrier for right now, so I don't have any direction to build any kind of barrier.
But I don't need a reason to play around with Sorcery. It's fun.
Nagiko abruptly chuckles, bringing my attention to her, where she seems to have noticed my playing.
"What is funny?" I ask while obligingly bringing my hand forward so she doesn't have to peak around my body to see the constantly shifting bubble I'm playing with.
Her smile turns to me, and she seems deeply amused.
"On some level," she begins, "I find the ease with which you approach Sorcery to be rather offensive. You make it feel ostentatious of me to claim to be a genius. However, this only further proves that choosing you as my husband to be was the right choice."
Tilting my head slightly, I look down at the shifting bubble in my hand and consider it for a moment. It's not like I've deciphered the entire barrier or anything. That work o art surrounding the palace walls is far to complex for that. All I'm doing is playing around with the simple bits and mirroring the 'texture', for lack of a better word.
I would understand if I'd replicated it perfectly on sight, but I haven't. Surely what I've figured so far isn't that complicated.
The door to the open courtyard they are waiting to arrive in opens, and I don't need to turn back o know that Kamo-Sensei is walking out with the final student to arrive. That leaves a total of fourteen of us standing here, twelve students including myself and Kiyohara and Kamo-Sensei. The only one missing is Tengen.
Everyone is fairly spread out in the rather large courtyard. Only the Minamoto twins are close enough to Nagiko and I to be considered as within conversational distance. Maybe a bit father away, as we really have nothing to discuss.
Kamo-Sensei doesn't scan the crowd or anything before heading right in out direction, with the student I do not know walking alongside him. All I know is that I get the feeling they are even stronger than Nagiko, which makes him the strongest feeling student here. Except for me of course.
It still feels kind of weird when I notice these little idiosyncrasies. Normally when a person enters a a crowded space like this looking for someone in specific they have to look around to find them. But with the ability to sense Cursed Energy, there's no need to turn your head. It's one of those small things that you don't think about that would make you seem so strange to someone who doesn't understand.
I notice my fellow student staring at me, so I look over and meet his eyes. They're black like mirrors that reflect my own eyes back at me. It's actually a little strange, and I wonder if there's some kind of subtle Technique at play. His eyes also have deep bags under them like he hasn't been getting enough sleep. It makes him seem stressed out.
The rest of him doesn't look particularly assuming. He has the beginnings of a beard on his chin and short and spikey black hair. The only thing that really stands out in the crowd other than his eyes is that he is wearing one of those silly hats and has a kariginu instead of a kimono. Well, actually I'm pretty sure that what I'm wearing is also more of a kariginu than a kimono. Maybe something in-between?
I'll ask someone about it later. This is the capital, so I should be able to find a seamstress or something that could explain all the details to me. Actually, now that I've thought about it, I should just try to visit every type of tradesperson and see if they'd be willing to tell me about their craft.
My mind briefly casts out to the mass of life nearby. There are so many people. So much to see, so much to learn. I'm really feeling a little bit overwhelmed by all the possibilities.
"Haha! That's hilarious~!" Kamo-Sensei exclaims, bringing my attention back to him to see him pointing at the barrier in my hand and laughing. "Geniuses are truly terrifying~. I suppose that should be expected from my number one student~. It's hilarious how you make generational geniuses look incompetent you know?" His laughter pauses as his humour fades into a contemplative expression. "It's actually kind of offensive..."
"You are as tactful as ever, Sensei," the student says, not really seeming that offended. However, even just speaking normally, it feels like there is something bothering him. Like some weight pulling him down. "First you drag me out to Edo and then you spend all your time teaching two commoners."
"Hey, that's not fair," Kamo-Sensei whines. "When you put it like that, you almost make it seem like I'm a bad teacher or something. It's not like I have much to teach. You three can figure everything out yourselves. I just happen to find Narauko here and Sukuna to be better company. You're so broody~."
The student' brow twitches, and for barely a second I glimpse an incredible rage inside of him before it smooths away back into tired apathy. He seriously looks like life has fully worn him down. I think he needs a vacation or something.
Nagiko leans further into me and brings her mouth closer to my ear to give the illusion of privacy, even when we all know that we can all hear anything whispered just fine.
"Abe-san's mother died recently," she informs me, filling in the gap I was missing. "They say he is the one who killed her, but he is not."
Ah. I give Kamo-Sensei a disapproving look, because that's just too mean making light of that. Especially when the man in question is clearly not doing well. He sticks his tongue out at me unrepentantly.
Right. He's an asshole. I forgot about that.
At the very least, he has the decency to pretend he didn't hear Nagiko's words, and as much as I would like to offer my condolences, I don't. I feel that it's better to move on and pretend she was never mentioned. No ned to stress the guy any further.
"From the way you speak of Kamo-Sensei, are you a personal student of his, rather than simply being a student of he school?" I ask, because why else would he have been dragged along with Kamo-Sensei to Edo.
The student raises a brow and Kamo-Sensei blinks before laughing again. "Right. I forget you're a bumpkin sometimes."
The student ignores Kamo-Sensei and instead gives me a short bow.
"My name is Abe no Seimei. I have heard a lot about you, Narauko-kun."
Abe no Seimei? For some reason that name tingles something in my brain. It almost feels like I should recognise it. Is he some bigshot or something? Maybe he was a big deal in my previous life's history? I don't know, but if he was well known enough that I even vaguely find his name familiar, then he was probably important.
It's not like I knew a lot of historical figures in my last life. I wasn't much of a history nerd.
Shaking away the useless thoughts, I return the bow, equally short. "I hope you have only heard bad things, Abe-kun. It is nice to meet you."
"Bad things?" He parrots.
I grin at him and nod emphatically. "Yes. Bad things. After all, if you have only heard bad things, then it will seem even more impressive when you see how awesome I am~."
I might not want to give my condolences for his loss in order to avoid needlessly bringing up such a painful subject, but the least I could do is try and make him smile a little instead.
I don't succeed. This guy has one hell of a poker face. I guess that's depression for you. I wish I had some magic words that could help him come to terms with the death of his mother, but life unfortunately isn't so simple. The words of strangers are never as impactful as those of loved ones anyway.
"I see. Regardless," don't just brush away my joke like that man... "I have a question, if you are willing to humour me?"
Glancing briefly at Kamo-Sensei, I see him shrug and so I shrug in turn.
"Sure. I do not mind. Ask away."
Seimei nods his head, expression as severe and exhausted as ever. I feel like there's even a hint of desperation in his mirror like eyes. He waves a hand and a barrier appears around out heads that silences the surroundings, giving us some privacy. Kamo-Sensei visibly pouts.
"Most Sorcerers look down on non-Sorcerers," he begins. "Maybe even hate them. This becomes more common the stronger a Sorcerer is. However, I have always believed that the supernatural side of the world should live in harmony with the natural side. Until now, it was only Ashiya Dōman who's thoughts were similar to my own, even if we cannot get along otherwise. But I have heard that you hold a great love for all things equally, even humanity."
I nod my head, though I'm not sure where he's going with this. Also, I don't love all things equally. Sukuna and Amaterasu and my father come to mind. Kamo-Sensei too I guess, but he just poked fun at someone for the death of their mother, so I'm a bit upset with him right now.
"Cursed Spirits. Yōkai. Rather than hunting them down, I thought to create a world where we could all live in harmony with one another. But I have felt my ideals wavering recently. I find myself unsure if this is a path I can continue to pursue. So tell me, do you think you can keep going as you are? I can feel the love in you. Can you continue to face the cruelty of humanity?"
Wow that got deep. But he is clearly serious, so I take the question as seriously as I can and actually think about it.
It's not like I don't know what he's talking about. Even in the relatively small amount of time I've been a Sorcerer, I've seen plenty of corpses in varying states of extreme gore. I've seen humans turn on humans out of fear and paranoia. A village corrupting a benevolent kami into a Cursed Spirit through human sacrifices that were never asked for.
But ultimately, I don't think that kindness would be such a beautiful thing without the existence of cruelty. Because kindness is a choice, and it often isn't the easy choice. So when people choose to be kind anyway, well, I think that is just beautiful.
"Well, I am not really one to think about things too deeply. This world is beautiful, life is beautiful, but so is death too. I just want to admire this beautiful world, so the cruelty of humanity does not really deter me. There is so much beauty in humanity to admire. I would rather do that than allow cruelty to consume my attention." With my answer given, I pause for a moment as I reconsider his words and ask a question of my own. "Do you hate humanity, Abe-kun?"
Seimei is silent for a long moment, looking down and seemingly deep in thought.
"I do not know," he eventually answers, sounding almost pained. "I have always thought that Onmyōdō was a wonderful thing. That humanity should be given a chance to admire it. To wonder at it. That the supernatural world and the mundane one would compliment one another as equals. But lately, the value of humanity has been wavering in my mind. There is a part of me that despises humanity and a part of me that wants to reject that. My vision for my perfect world is so vague now that I cannot tell which represents how I truly feel."
Looking at this man and the blatant stress on his face, I can't help but feel some pity. This has clearly been eating away at him. So much so that he would come to me, a stranger, simply because I might be the only person other than Ashiya that could even understand.
Still, at least this time I feel like I might actually be able to offer some helpful words. No one deserves to have that look in his eyes. And it's not like it would bother me if he choses to hate humanity. Sukuna hates everything. It's hard to top that. He even hates me, his bestest friend.
"Neither one is how you truly feel," I settle on saying, causing his wide eyes to rise back up to me. "People change all the time. I have personal experience with that. You would not recognise who I used to be. So I understand your position. I have been in it."
I raise one of my hands in front of me. "This part of you that despises humans." I raise my other arm, though not as high because Nagiko is still hugging it. "This part of you that rejects that. They are both just possibilities. I did not always feel this love you know? I used to be a rather dour, cynical man. But when I found myself conflicted on how to move forward, I made a choice to love the world instead of rejecting it, and I am much happier because of it. It is up to you to choose which part becomes your true feelings from here on out."
All of a sudden, with only a brief flare of Cursed Energy as a warning, between one blink and the next I abruptly find myself looking... At myself? What the fuck is going on right now?
It's as if Seimei and I swapped places, except only our eyeballs. I try to move and I see my body reacting to my movements as I intend them, even though I am not even in my body right now.
Then, before I can even begin to question what kind of Technique is being used on me right now, I blink and find myself back in my own body.
"What the fuck," I blurt out, but he doesn't seem to even hear me.
He just stares at me for a long moment, a range of emotions passing through his eyes too fast for me to decipher. However, something seems to settle in him. His shoulders droop slightly, loosening a tightness in his back.
"Then-" He begins, but is cut off when the privacy bubble is popped by a smirking Kamo-Sensei.
"Sorry to cut your chat short, but we are landing now."
I immediately feel flushed with excitement, while Seimei simply nods his head more sedately, and though he still has bags under his eyes, he seems lighter. That's good. I'm glad I could help. Even with all the whatever the fuck just happened.
"You have an interesting Perspective, Narauko-kun," Seimei says before being distracted by Kamo-Sensei, and I can feel the capitalisation he put on the word 'Perspective'. Did he literally just see the world through my eyes? That's so interesting. I resolve myself to try and talk with him again sometime in the future.
Nagiko leans deeper into me as Kamo-Sensei drags Seimei forward to the front of the courtyard that is slowly descending into that large empty square I noted earlier.
"Normally, kindness is seen as a weakness, especially for a Sorcerer. Yet, you somehow make it seem like a strength. I am sure our children will grow to be spoiled~."
I sigh. "Could you not? Why are you in such a rush? We are far too young to be having children."
"We are actually about the appropriate age," she counters which, right, this is the past. "And I need to snap you up before anyone else can take my place in your heart."
Abruptly, she begins to glare at me, and I realise that her eyes must have seen what I was thinking, so I decide to just say it out loud.
"There are already four women I hold tighter in my heart than you. Amaterasu-Ōmikami because she is beautiful and I love everything she represents, Izanami-Ōkami because she is Amaterasu's mother whilst also being beautiful in her own right. Then there is my mother whose name I do not know and a Kitsune I know whom I feel I connected rather strongly with."
Nagiko's previous glare evaporates into a soft giggle. "You truly are an amusing man, Narauko-kun." I send her a wink and a grin. "Though, I do find myself curious how you could claim to love a mother you do not know?"
I shrug away her curious gaze. It's not like it's that complicated. "I love my father. My father loves his late wife. I have never heard him speak her name nor have I any idea what she looks like. But she is my father's beloved wife, and so she is my beloved mother."
"Should it really be that simple?"
"Why not? Love is not the kind of emotion that needs to have any rhyme or reason to it in the first place."
She shakes her head at me, but she is smiling.
"So..." She has turned back to the rapidly growing palace grounds but still eyes me from the corner of her eye, even as dust starts to get blown up by the flapping of the large Shinigami's wings. "A Kitsune, huh?"
An amused exhale leaves me as I think about Tamamo and the gifts I plan on giving her whenever I get the chance to see her, assuming that she actually is still in the capital.
"Yeah, she's great. I will introduce you someday. I am not sure if I can do so anytime soon though, what with Yōkai being enemies of humanity and all right now."
"Ho? Do you wish to create a world where Yōkai and humans are equal? Is that what Abe-san wanted to talk about with you? No, huh?"
It's kind of funny how she can ask a question and then immediately get the answer herself.
"Nah. We talked about something else. I won't tell you what though, and I would appreciate it if you pretend not to know anything your eyes tell you about it. It is no my place to talk so freely about a topic which he felt the need to use a privacy Spell to discuss."
Nagiko hums thoughtfully but seems to accept my words.
"I would have expected that it would have been your apparent relationship with a Kitsune hat he would have wished to talk about."
I tilt my had at the strange emphasis she seems to have put on the word Kitsune.
"Why is that?"
She meets m eyes fully again and smirks up at me. "Why, because his dearly departed mother was a Kitsune as well." My eyes widen at this information so casually revealed. "He is half Kitsune. Most think of this fact as a simple rumour, but just as many believe that he is the one who killed his mother, I know the Truth of the matter. He is good at hiding his blood, but not from me."
She's not wrong, I didn't sense any Yōkai in him at all. Crazy.
"Do you know her name?"
"No. Why?" She evidently reads the answer from my face and doesn't wait for me to say anything. "Just because they are both Kitsune does not mean that they will know one another."
"How many Kitsune do you know?" I ask, and I can read her answer even without magical eyes. None. "How many humans do you know?"
She tilts her head at me. "Point made."
Regardless, there is no more time for small talk as with a great lurch that does not unbalance anyone present, the flying fortress that we have pent the last week or so living inside of finally touches ground once more.
I find myself grinning once more as I watch the cloud of dust in front of u settle down, revealing a long line of people ready to receive us.
Heian-kyō. We are finally here.
Ahhh~, I can't wait~.
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A/N: He~llo! Dear readers!
You may have noticed that I fucking love drawing parallels :3 I find it to be the best form of poetry. I originally had a different plan for Seimei, but whatever, this is how it wound up. You also got a hint into his Technique, tho I don' think anyone will be able to guess it's application since it's kinda complicated. Sorta like the third years in JJK.
Also, if you notice any words that are missing any letters, then that's cuz I got a new laptop and I'm still getting used to the new keyboard. I think the keys are less sensitive than what I'm used to or something, plus everything is like slightly to the left of what I'm used to so I keep miss pressing :(
Also also, this chap fought me to write and even then I only finished it because I added that bit with seimei instead of introducing the captial properly like I'd planned. Cuz holy fuck there is so much to consider, it's a real pain in the ass. I'm probably going to have to open up paint again to make diagrams that keep track of everyone lol. idk. It'll prolly all work out in the end. I have a lot of ideas for a lot of political intrigue, including some cool characters and twists and such. Should be fun. As much as I complain about the complexities of writin politics, I do actually enjoy it lol.
Also also also, thank you all again for donating to my patreon. I seriously appreciate it. I probably wouldn't even still be writing if not for you guys. Hell, I don't know where I'd be at. Because of you guys, I feel like I might actually have a future. So thank you. <3
Comments
Lucy Edwards
Yeah, Kamo no Yasunori was supposedly Abe no Seimei's teacher, though I have fudged dates a bit for a lot of the characters, so if we were going by irl then Seimei would have died ten years ago lol
Orchamus
...AHHHHHH!!!!! So good!! 😆 Now that was some excellent character interaction, hot damn. Got to see how others consider MC, always a plus, and actually got to meet Seimei, super cool and surprising. Didn't figure him to be that young, but makes it more interesting. Kamo sensei being himself is always good too
Luke Lindemann
Keep going! We appreciate you!
