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27. Foreign
Summer sky. Shared sake. Cool breeze. Foreign words. Black eyes. Kurogane is staring again. He says something, but I don’t understand his words. I smile pleasantly, sipping the sake. It’s nice. Peaceful. The weight of before I cannot feel here. After the initial distrust, labeled akin to that of a mazoku, this land seems favorable. I almost want to revel in that comfort. Leaning back, hands resting on the wooden floorboards, I hear my own words as they should be to my ears, but the ninja cannot make sense of my language. “I wonder, Kuro-sama… did you take me away? Take me to some far away land?” The ninja is quiet. No doubt, he knows I asked him something, but does not know exactly what I said. Perhaps he just knows, because after a moment he lowers his cup.
The sun is beginning to set. The sake has become gone now. Leaning into the man’s warmth, he would reach behind, awkwardly pausing, before patting my head, as if to pull me closer. I wasn’t going to tell him, but I am sure he knew it felt nice. I lean more into the man’s warmth. He speaks again. I hear the words, and I hear one that Kurogane used a lot aimed at me. I am sure he just called me an idiot or mage in his language, and telling me something.Probably to be quiet. I make a small breathy laugh, while my smile doesn’t fade, and the stars begin to fill the night’s sky. Soft breath escapes my lips. Yasha-ou returns. He says something. I don’t know what he says, his words foreign, but the same as the ninja; I only know what they mean. It’s time to go to battle again. The ninja letse out a grunt, and we both stand before the leader, to head to the horse stables where the steeds would be awaiting our presence, held by one of the stable boys. In this world, words are meaningless between another.