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Rat 1/2

pic rel: how Chisazu feels

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“The Yamwaro aren’t as loyal to Yukari as we thought. They’ve been fed a list, possibly by Eientei, but more likely a group of humans. “Chisazu relayed to the former temple mouse through the tiny backdoor on her desk. “I don’t know how much that concerns you and Okina, but I had the human followed. I had them drop a distinctive coin there if you care to look.” Chisazu finished. Nazrin herself, or more likely one of her mice, could find the coin at their leisure, and Chisazu had delivered a more detailed report to Bishamonten.

Nazrin’s reply was an overwhelmed and affirmative “Ugh.” Perhaps she’d get the list; it’d certainly be of more use to Okina or whoever she wanted to blackmail than the temple. She supposed she’d like to keep it out of the hands of Byakuren. The taking in of orphans was a compromise in the first place; nobody wanted to get rid of the temple’s future children, but raising them so publicly was problematic, so a smoke screen was needed. This would also please the temple witch, giddy for a new experiment in human youkai relations, Chisazu shuddered at the thought.

But currently, the little rat piper had been more concerned with Koishi Komeiji’s and Nue. Their abilities made them hard to locate, and while they were temple members, they weren’t the most common attendees. Even Nazrin seemed to have spent more time at the temple than they did. Not to mention, if either of their powers, especially Koishi’s, transferred to any children they might have, that would cause a whole nother issue. Assuming, of course, Koishi went ‘there’ with the others, but Chisazu had no way of confirming or denying that possibility. Still, it was better to have eyes on both of them than not.

Which really was painful. Neither herself, Nazrin, Shou, or any of their minions had built up a noticeable degree of resistance to Koishi’s ability. She was almost entirely limited to relying on Murasa, who only answered to Byakuren. At the very least, that pestilence god hadn’t


The other major issue was one of the principal enemies of Buddhism. “Ugh.” She and Nazrin grunted in disgust as the same thought came to their mind: Tengu and, more significantly, their “Gitsune-kuda,” they said simultaneously. “I don’t see much written about them in your reports, Nazrin,” Chisazu questioned.

“They don’t do much. Didn’t anyways.” Nazrin ended her sentence with an exhausted sigh. Chisazu thought she didn’t really have the right to do that. Chisazu was the one who had to spill over Nazrin’s reports and try to get the temple out of this mess they’d gotten themself into. All Naz had to do was endure Okina’s dresses and outfits for a couple hundred years, not to mention she and her mice were still active, from what Chisa could tell.

“I don’t know what your master is planning, Nazrin.” And didn’t that sting, Okina, Nazrin’s master de jure. “But the Tengu as a whole probably won’t benefit from this. They already likely have half and quarter humans in their ranks, the real problem is th-” “Gitsune-Kuda.” Nazrin said, cutting Chisazu off.

That’s all that really needed to be said on the matter. Still, unfortunately for the temple, they’d probably end up dealing with most of them. Their children would be too dangerous for a mostly human-staffed facility like that were-cow could handle. Neither the lunar rabbit nor that moon god would allow the foxes near the princess, as they were likely to be victims of the Tengu. It fell to Myouren to deal with them.

Both of the Nezumi rubbed their temples in.

“Hmm?” Chisazu asked as a rat scampered into the room, “What is it?” The rat halted before her chair, nodding as she rattled off a series of squeaks and body language. “The shrine maiden’s daughter has returned.” Hana, her name was. Chisazu hadn’t had the chance to meet her yet, and she still needed to inquire about it after seeing the attendance list Okina had given her. “Sorry, Naz, talk to you later. It seems I’ll have to make an introduction.”