The Demon Arts: Practice Makes Perfect [Group.R/Closed]

A lot of things had come into perspective lately. Kiriko had learned that running a Division was hardly simple on top of running her own agenda. Both, at times, conflicted heavily with each other. After her last foray into the human world she had gained valuable information from that Quincy, it mattered little to her that it had been forced and unwillingly given. The whole fiasco with that Hollow-breed hadn't made things better, but it had certainly opened her eyes to reiatsu. Which had been the whole point of the trip. That was why she was sitting in her office trying to perfect a new Kido spell.

Kiriko had never created a spell before, but she had read up on the basics. And her time spent in the secret Kido Corps library had inundated her with theory that most people could only dream about reading. The problem was that the Quincy had told her she needed to be able to see reiatsu just like she read body language. Kiriko was pretty good at reading her opponents, but she knew she needed more. If she could just hone her perception skills she would be able to track down the people she was looking for.

Tsukimiya-taichou.

That Tanaka woman.

So many people were lost to her simply because she couldn't sense well enough. So Kiriko experimented in secret, developing a Kido spell that would enhance her reiatsu perception in a way that she seemed unable to achieve on her own. It was a shortcut, but dearly needed, and when she was finally satisfied with the spell on paper Kiriko stood up from her desk and walked towards the window. Throwing open the wide glass pane she felt the air brush against her skin. If something untoward happened here, at least there was no one to see. With that her only consolation Kiriko chanted the spell's words and suddenly her world shifted. Wobbled. The lines of color blurred and she found herself staring at two things at once. Her desk, but also the blue reishi that formed her desk. The walls, but beyond them into the garden. Her hands, but the dark purple reiatsu coursing through them as well.

Staggering under the blurred vision Kiriko leaned up against her chair as she blinked slowy. It took several long minutes but her vision came back into mostly focus, with simply an overlay of colors. That... Had not been what she had intended. Kiriko could now see reiatsu, literally, but it was a constant thing. No matter how she tried to tweak her own energy to subvert the Kido the effect had already occurred and was not dissipating with time. Cursing softly to herself, she appeased her failure with the thought that at least she could stay in her office today and acclimate.

Except at that very moment there was a coded knock at the door and in walked one of her subordinates carrying a special yellow folder. Kiriko recognized it immediately as important information from the human world. The two did not talk, and she nodded as the man left the folder on her desk before ejecting himself from the room. She pulled the material closer to her, flicking open the front flap.

The missive inside was short like they always were. Someone had sighted a powerful Shinigami in Karakura town. They hadn't gotten close enough for a proper identification, but from familiarity with the missing records and those wanted by Seireitei the guess was Miyazawa Ai. The old Kido Corps Commander. And more. Kiriko closed the file and carefully stored it in her desk as her mind raced. If there was anyone who knew more about Kido then Sakamoto, it would be Miyazawa. Why had the woman shown herself though? Certainly she should know there would be someone on patrol in Karakura, it was a hotbed of activity even for the human world's standards. Was she intending on being found? Kiriko had captured many rebels by now, paramount on that list being Tanaka and Aizawa, but she had little belief in herself to capture that woman. She was a titan from before Kiriko's time. They would not match up well.

And yet she could not leave this report alone, she had to go investigate. As Captain of the Second, even if the title really belonged to someone else, she was obligated to look into this and handle it however she could. With resignation that there would be a lot of reiatsu blasts involved in her confronting a fugitive she rubbed at her eyes and quickly prepared for the senkaimon gate. Exiting the Annex Kiriko wasted little time in getting to her destination, luckily the witness had been able to pinpoint the woman's reiatsu. It probably wasn't hard, with someone as powerful as that. So the gate brought her within a mile of the woman herself.

Kiriko didn't dare disguise herself, not against a Kido master. Her paltry spells would likely be seen right through. Instead she used speed to arrive at the scene as quickly as possible, hoping for surprise at the very least. She wasn't sure what she was expecting, but an all powerful Shinigami sitting on a park bench had not been the picture in her head. Kiriko held no illusions about sneaking up on Miyazawa, but she was still surprised at how quickly the other Shinigami recognized a presence and called out.

There was little to no chance of capture, not on her own like this. But at the very least Kiriko could ascertain information of use. That meant civility instead of threats and she walked slowly into full sight, her hands held wide at her sides in the passive gesture of one without a drawn weapon. “I am Chinda Kiriko, Acting Captain of the Second Division,” she bowed perfunctorily, her eyes racing to soak in the setting and the form of Miyazawa. She had been gone for a long time, and yet the woman appeared hale and strong. Was it really so easy being apart from Soul Society? The reiatsu in her eyes sparkled and glittered with such fervor that it was almost hard to tell the coloring of Miyazawa, that must be the effect of someone with such great reserves. Kiriko ignored the budding headache between her eyes and tried not to waver, at the least the air and world around her lacked reiatsu unlike in Soul Society. It was difficult to pay attention like this, she noticed with a hint of fear. Kiriko had to master whatever she had done to her eyes before she was actually called to act on something important. She could not allow a mistake on her unblemished record. 

WC: 1116 | GP: 22 | Total GP: 22

This woman was a member of the Second Division? She hadn’t even attempted to conceal herself as she slowly began her approach towards the park bench. This was certainly a new approach from the Division that specialized in stealth. Maybe it was a trap of some kind? Ai certainly didn’t doubt they would attempt such a thing against her. This “Acting Captain” wasn’t powerful enough on her own to arrest and detain a Shinigami of her calibre. For something like that Soul Society would require at least one other person of similar strength to Kiriko. Just what was she planning? Did Ai dare stand her ground rather than flee the town without a moment’s hesitation?  ‘We could probably outrun her if you really tried.’ Slightly more confident from the assurances of her partner, a wry smile formed on Ai’s pale face. Why bother running this early on? If worse came to worst, she could use a binding spell in order to ebbed her escape. 
 
“You have no reason to bow to me. Last I recall, I am neither your equal nor superior. But…,” her voice trailed off. Slowly rising from the park bench Ai bowed to the other woman. “It would be rude of me to not return the formality, especially to one who holds the title of Captain.” Returning to an upright posture, Ai kept her hands firmly placed against her sides. If the Second’s acting Captain was willing to approach her in a non-threatening manner than she could respond in kind. Of course, Kidō was one form of combat that didn’t require too much use of one’s hands. It was still a friendly gesture considering Kiriko was most likely highly-skilled in Hakuda. ‘So does that make both gestures unfriendly or just irrelevant?’ Ai quickly pondered the inquiry before coming to a relatively simple answer. ‘I would say that both gestures are courteous but irrelevant because neither affects our capacity to run or fight one another.’ The thought did little to calm Ai’s nerves but her feet remained firmly planted to the pavement. Talking her way out of this situation was a possibility but it was unlikely that she’d be successful pursuing that particular course of action. 
 
“So what’s the plan Captain Chinda? You and I both know how hard-pressed you would be attempting to arrest and detain me without any additional aid but I can’t seem to sense anyone else nearby. If you have brought someone along with you I’m quite impressed with how well they’ve concealed their reiatsu.” Regardless of the other woman’s response, Ai would have to remember to never let her guard down. It only took an instance to end another’s life. She pressed the matter further. “Or have you sought me out on your own accord?”

[WC = 460/50] 
[GP = 09GP/21GP]

Kiriko studied her opponent, taking in each nuanced shift in expression and body weight as the woman got to her feet. She was graceful, with a sort of fluid movement that implied a higher grasp of manual dexterity then the average Shinigami. It was there in the way she pushed off the bench, in her careful footsteps forward, in the fluid bow. Kiriko gauged right away that this target would be swift, far quicker then herself if it came down to running. That was never good, but doubly less so when she was the one trying to do the capturing. Internally she felt herself shrug, her mood shifting with the variance of the cloud cover high above their heads.

If she could not catch Miyazawa, then at least she could lay a trap. Gain enough intelligence to have a better chance next time around. No one would expect her to have succeeded today, and while there might be some murmur that Kiriko should have brought along whoever else she could muster it was easy enough to bypass that quaint disappointment. There had been no one ready to move out at her speed, and if she had waited then Miyazawa would already have been gone. This was the first official sighting in a very long time, Kiriko couldn't be chastised for jumping on it. Besides, information was the currency of the Nibantai. They were less often assassins then they were intelligence gatherers. It was just that people liked to imagine dark and suave men flitting through the night sky to land a secret blow in someone's back. Kiriko herself had handled a few missions like that, quite a few really, but she still preferred these types of engagements. Stretching the mind rather then the body. It was a way of pushing herself constantly for any increment of improvement.

“It is common courtesy when two people meet, however I appreciate that you would oblige me with the same courtesy as I gave to you.”

Aneue chittered in her ear and Kiriko resisted the urge to stroke the sheathed blade at her side. The sword's excitement was easy to taste in the air, and yet Aneue was remaining silent. There was no ugly urge to act brashly, and for that Kiriko was grateful towards her older sister for remaining complacent and calm in this moment of great opportunity. The Zanpakutou Spirit never liked it when Kiriko showed weakness to another person, even something so simple as bowing irritated the sword who believed that the only one who should be above Kiriko was Aneue herself. It was quaint when the spirit wasn't spouting off ungodly threats about skinning said people alive.

Miyazawa provided the very opening Kiriko needed to insinuate herself into this meet up. Kiriko thought rapidly, rolling ideas over in her mind, before settling on a reason she could have sought the older ex-Shinigami out. “Please, I am still uncomfortable with this title of mine. I am only a temporary stand in for my Captain so I would prefer the title Lieutenant,” Kiriko smiled, the expression bland and tight despite her attempt to be pleasant. Her only problem with these situations was that as good as she was at acting she hardly ever had the need to act... nice. And that was always a sticking point on missions like these. Kiriko's face just didn't cooperate when she wasn't glaring or smirking.

She spread her hands wider, as if to express her total lack of control over this situation. It was best to make Miyazawa feel comfortable instead of flighty. “I admit, you've caught me. I am here to gain information on you,” Kiriko put the words simply, because it was only the truth. It was an odd tactic in some books, but she often felt that if there was no harm in being honest it only put the target off guard. And there was really no reason to hide her intentions, they were clear as day as soon as she had identified herself as part of the Second. Trying to smile a second time, this one a bit more genuine as she managed some real warmth and mirth, Kiriko added on softly, “Of course, there is no reason it has to be just that. Despite being a defector your legacy lives on in Seireitei. Talk of your command over the Demon Arts is a common tale. Perhaps I could pick your mind for advice, I too am an aspiring Kido user and there are not many people I can talk to who understand the subject as well as you do.” Kiriko let it off there, wanting to watch and see how well Miyazawa took what she had just said. It was truthful even still. There was Sakamoto of course, back in Seireitei, but the girl was far too busy to ever talk to Kiriko about Kido unless it involved Shunko. This meeting might just prove fortuitous in and of itself. 

WC: 828 | GP: 16 | Total GP: 38

It wasn’t often Ai had anyone seek her out for assistance or information. Even during her time as Captain Commander of the Gotei Six seated Shinigami made a habit of keeping out of her sight and leaving her to her own devices. Whether it had been out of fear or respect, she was never able to determine. That left few people to commune with other than the other five Captains and single Kidō Corps General, but even they had avoided her Division’s barracks like the plague. The only Captain she truly became acquainted with was Captain Takahashi. The other five remained elusive. Perhaps that had been for the best. Captain Ine, Captain Karahashi, and by extension General Aizawa were traitors. Captain Takahashi and the two Amai Captains fates were unknown to her while Captain Aizawa of the Third Division was still performing her medical duties like she had been before the takeover. At least one of her former subordinates was doing well. 
 
“I have no desire to make you feel uncomfortable Chinda-san, so consider it done. I’ll refer to you as Lieutenant Chinda from now on.” 
 
Well, that certainly helped put things into perspective. If the Second Division was currently being run by its Lieutenant that meant the Captain was either missing or deceased. Perhaps Seiretei was currently in the process of choosing a new Shinigami as his or her replacement. Leaving that position empty would certainly compromise the military’s might. Lieutenant Chinda certainly met the reiatsu requirements of a Captain. She even surpassed several of the old Captains in the sheer amount of reiatsu she possessed. Regardless of the reason behind the empty position, the fact that another Captain from the Second Division had gone missing was cause for alarm and suspicion. Two of the last three had ended up defecting after contracting a particular bad infection. Should she even attempt to inquire about the situation? The answer was rather simple, really. Ai resisted the urge to ask. 
 
“Well, I’ll do my best to not disappoint you like the remaining members of the Kidō Corps seem to have.” Her gaze drifted slightly passed the other woman as she observed the area behind her. There wasn’t anyone to be seen or sensed. That would certainly make things easier for the both of them if Kiriko truly had come here seeking knowledge of Kidō. “Though, I’m not truly surprised Seiretei has lost many of their former Kidō specialists. Completely merging the Kidō Corps with the Third Division was a terrible mistake. There was a reason the two branches were kept separate. The Third Division’s main duty is to heal injured Shinigami through the use of Kaidō. That’s the branch of Kidō they specialize in. Hadō and Bakudō are the branches of Kidō the former Kidō Corps specialized in. I suspect a loss of experience when the members of the Corps had to adapt and focus more on Kaidō.” Briefly pausing in her speech, a sense of dread filled her chest. She had started rambling about something insignificant again. “Sorry! I shouldn’t ramble like that.” 
 
She had been asked by Lieutenant Chinda to aid her with knowledge of the art. “Before we delve too deep into the subject, how much expertise do you have in Kidō? Actually, no,"  a better idea had come to mind. “Results are a better indicator of progress than words. Show me your best Hadō Four, Byakurai.” Lifting her right hand towards her chest, Ai’s index finger extended so it was firmly placed over her left breast. “Fire it at me right here, and please remember to use the incantation.” It was a rather simple test to gauge the Lieutenant’s proficiency. Depending on the outcome Ai could better tailor her explanations to the other woman. “After you’re free to ask me anything you’d like regarding Kidō and I will answer it to the very best of my abilities.”

  
 
  
[WC = 653/50] 
[GP 13GP/34GP]

“Oh? My old division may be reinstated now? I’m glad to hear that it’s being considered but that will take some time to complete. I doubt the Third’s Captain will go along with that decision willingly. That loss or manpower will impact their performance as a Division, but they were never known for offensive and defensive spells in the first place.” That was a bit of an understatement. When she was the Captain Commander the Third Division was simply tasked with being the greatest Kaidō using Division. The Kidō Corps sub-branch was where the other spell users went to after proving themselves adequate enough in either Hadō or Bakudō; though, doing well in both was obviously preferred. Being adequate in all three made the applicant an immediate shoe-in for their new squad. There weren’t too many of those specialists to her knowledge. She had been the sole member of the Gotei with the potential to cast any classification of spell. Those days were long since passed now. One day someone would gain the experience to surpass her.  
 
‘Don’t screw this up now. Here it comes!’ A smirk quickly formed on Ai’s face as she stood listening to the familiar incantation. Byakurai, unlike many Hadō spells happened to be a staple amongst the academy students. Unlike the more commonly used Sokatsui, Byakurai provided better precision when targeting enemies up close. It also lacked an explosive element making it ideal for both ranged attacks as well as melee engagements. Despite its apparent precision and penetrative power Byakurai happened to be a spell that Ai chose, for the most part, to neglect. She had taken a preference to the simpler Hadō One: Shō. It was less flashy and performed just as well as Hadō Four, but had a few added advantages that made it stealthier to cast. 
 
She took one last shallow breath to help steel her nerves. Glimpsing the burst of white light as it first began shooting from the tip of Lieutenant Chinda’s finger, Ai cleared her mind of all thought. Rapidly compressing reiryoku into her fingertips the image of a small circular shield flooded her thoughts. Allowing the reiryoku to flow out from her fingertip in a controlled release, the woman moulded and bent the spiritual energy to her will – taking the shape of the shield in her mind. Solidifying atop her index finger, white met rogue pink in a bright clash of colours. Lasting only a brief second, Ai’s barrier stood firm and undamaged against her skin from the attack launched against it. With a simple wave of her hand, the barrier was dispelled. It wasn’t the best Hadō Four Ai had the opportunity to test but it was far better than the norm she had come to expect in the past. Maybe the Lieutenant was better at Bakudō. It fit her line of work better than Hadō did. Unfortunately, a second test was out of the question. On top of giving Lieutenant Chinda her word to answer any Kidō related question following the previous test, there was simply no way to test Bakudō without putting either of their lives at risk.  
 
“Better than what I’ve come to expect from members outside the Third and Kidō Corps. I suspect you’re better with Bakudō, though. It makes more sense to specialize in that in your line of work. Feel free to ask me any question you have.”

 
 
 
 
[WC = 578/50] 
[GP 11GP/45GP] 

She weighed her options. Small talk, or maintaining total secrecy. In the end, the words slipped from her mouth like honey from a flower and she cursed herself for her stupidity in hindsight. “I believe the new Captain of the reassembled Kido Corps has enough experience to bring things together quite quickly and happily they had the blessing of the Third Division Captain,” she grit her teeth then, focusing on the Hado spell, but nonetheless curious still about what Miyazawa was making of all of this gossip. It must be hard, to go from leader of a group to exile. Who had this woman left behind? Friends? Family? Comrades? Life was never so black and white, and while Miyazawa was her foe she felt a pang of remorse for the situation. Such an amazing woman, she really would have been better served staying within Soul Society. Just think of what might have happened? Oh well, it was too late now. Once a traitor...

Her Byakurai singed the very air itself, a rush of adrenaline climbing her limbs and leaving her skin with goosebumps as the dark purple reiatsu arced towards the older ex-Shinigami. In the space of a breath the woman flicked her delicate fingers, releasing a tiny circle of colored glass that took the impact from the spell with nary a push back or a discoloration from the static. Blinking away spots Kiriko held her composure despite her surprise. She hadn't known what to expect, but simply standing there and blocking like that... This woman really was a master!

Her bland words, slight in praise, rattled Kiriko's nerves further. She felt as if she was back at the Academy, in class again. Being judged against her peers and weighed up as a fresh recruit. Her fingers twitched, the one sign of nervousness, as Kiriko slid her hands together in a tight laced pattern. “Any question? You are brave Miyazawa-san. I am filled with questions, however I shall keep to Kido for now...” Kiriko smiled, her grin edged with razors. She wasn't sure how close to dance on the edge, one step too far and it would be a long tumble to the ground. Precision was needed here, just as it was in everything she did.

Breathing deeply she went on as if there had been no wordplay at hand, “You are right. I favor Bakudo, mainly because my fists accomplish what damage I require them to on their own. But I have been studying Hado more and more of late. Could you tell me what I can do to improve? You said I was better then you had expected, but what could I do to become like a member of the Kido Corps?” 

WC: 454 | GP: 9 | Total GP: 68

“I wouldn’t say I’m brave, just confident in my abilities.” Who else could claim their ability with Bakudō was as great as hers? There was only Captain Aizawa and that man, but he had been killed along with the rest of Central Forty-Six. It was a loss to the demon arts but an acceptable one in Ai’s mind. The contributions of a vile being were useless and almost certainly as vile as the man himself.  Forbidden spells and other high-level Hadō were forbidden to use or even speak of for a reason. There was always a dark underlying nature to them. His spells had been that very way. No matter, he was now only a distant memory that would be forgotten in time. Ai had better things for her mind to focus on, namely the question posed to her by her fellow Shinigami. 

It was a complex question to answer but a common one. Practice was the key to success for Kidō but the nature of the training could impact mastering the arts significantly or insignificantly. Compression, expansion, emotion, focus and awareness were all key components in manipulating reiryoku to form spells. Balance of all five was what separated a master from a practitioner. Kidō was just as mentally focused as it was physically so. Perhaps the Lieutenant would understand what that meant at first, but the woman had a feeling that at the very least she would have a loose grasp of the concept of balance and harmony. 

“Practice, but I think you came here for a more in depth response than that,” she half-jokingly replied. “You could compress more reiryoku into Byakurai so it’s denser than your current norm. You have a good grasp of Hadō already so that shouldn’t be too difficult for you to accomplish in time but I think you’d master the art faster by learning Hadō Ninety-One: Senjū Kōten Taihō.”   

“It’s a difficult spell to learn but it has key similarities to Haien and Sōren Sōkatsui. I suppose you could say you’re combining the two spells into one for unbridled damage.”

“That aside, your focus and awareness when manipulating reiryoku into Hadō spells will greatly improve. The chance of lighting yourself ablaze is a good motivator to better those key components and the others as well. Using what you’ve learn you should be able to compress and expand reiryoku in Hadō rapidly.”

Maybe a demonstration was in order? Talk quickly got boring without anything to spice it up. The Academy balanced the two quite well and the majority of students that emerged from it could be considered success stories in their own rights. 

Focusing on three small spots above and behind her body, small will-o’-the-wisps flickered into existence – dimly illuminating the dark area in a pale red light. With a sudden roar the three small flames expanded into pyre-like oblong blast as Ai fuelled the spell’s rapid growth with her reiryoku. Maintaining her focus against the spell’s intense heat and light, Ai’s fingers gently tapped against her legs. 

“No limbs or extensions needed to focus and control the reiryoku in this spell… or incantation, which will be the greatest benefit you gain if you can apply what you learn to all your other spells. A balance between your ability to compress and expand reiryoku, emotion application, focus, and awareness will be key.”   

A playful smile grew on Ai’s face. 

“Why not take a chance and ask me what you really want to know, Lieutenant? You should know by now that I don’t make a habit of biting those that come to me searching for answers.”

She snuffed out the three pyres with a quick but fatal thought.      

 
 
 
[WC = 613/50] 
[GP = 12GP/57GP]

Kiriko blinked. She had not been expecting, well... that. So used to dealing with Nibantai members the emotions writ clear on Miyazawa's face were a strange and telling sight. It almost felt, indecent, to watch someone confess like that. Without any stoic hiding or even fakery. She was accustom to people doing whatever they could to hide themselves away, to protect their inner selves, but Miyazawa was crystal clear about her feelings. So much so that Kiriko could have read her even without her honed skills. That was unnerving. How strong did you have to be before you could just... be honest with everyone around you like that? How powerful was Miyazawa that she didn't have to hide or play any mind games? The striking thing was her regret too, as she told the story it reeked of disappointment. In herself? That was the only clear indication. And yet, why?

The history books were so vague. Kiriko hadn't even fully known how Gilgamesh had come to power, nor why Miyazawa had left or become a “traitor.” The truth was ugly, and unfortunate. She didn't like to think that this was the underbelly of Seireitei, and yet she knew that underbelly perhaps better then most. If asked, Kiriko would still do her duty and hunt down any traitor to Seireitei. No matter how truthful that title was. That was the kind of person she was. Someone who did the job. No excuses.

The honest truth though felt strange as she absorbed the story. Karahashi had always seemed inept to Kiriko. At least, she had never had any dealings with him until she became Lieutenant, and even then they had never met. But the stories of his dealings in Hueco Mundo during the war and then later... Well, he left a lot to be desired. The concept of him being powerful enough to pair with Gilgamesh to push a Captain Commander out though? That was so contrary to her views of him. Maybe time really was flexible and temperamental. She wondered what people would say about her reign in ten years time, or twenty. By then, surely, she would just be a Lieutenant again and Tsukimiya-taichou would be home. Safe.

Kiriko had smiled earlier at the woman's first few sentences. Of course, even if Miyazawa was still in this location when Kiriko's forces arrived they wouldn't have much of a chance of subduing her. But they would have to try, come hell or high water. Still, the assurance in the woman before her was endearing. It felt good to be around someone who was so strong and confident in themselves. Kiriko was learning how to emulate that confidence, and often she even felt it herself after her foray with Tova. Still, the weaker self of hers from before the Massacre clung to her mind like cobwebs. Always lurking, ready to usurp her new found power.

“If you're looking for Hollows, Karakura Town is still the best place to find them,” she had murmured, not quite interrupting the flow of conversation but still throwing in her input. Now though, now that Miyazawa was done speaking, she wondered what was the right thing to say. She knew what she wanted to say, but that was too much. Wasn't it? Pity for the enemy was only something to be eradicated.

“I see... Thank you for sharing that bit of history with me Miyazawa-san. Perhaps you are right though. Gilgamesh is gone, and soon there will be a new order. Maybe...” she paused, realizing just how dangerous her next few words would be if reported back to the wrong people, “Pardons are going to be quite universal I think. At least, things relating to crimes against Gilgamesh anyway. Already it has started, and your crimes... Well, they were purely fictional, weren't they?” Kiriko smiled, razor sharp as she lowered her hands to her sides.

“I want to thank you for your instruction, so perhaps that news will help you in some way. Good luck Miyazawa-san. I would be gone from this spot in fifteen minutes, because if you're not you might find some unwelcome company,” Kiriko turned, twisting her neck so that she could speak across her shoulder. Lifting one hand in farewell, she nodded jauntily to the woman and proceeded to walk away. The conversation was over, and she had to find her troops. She had gained the insight she was looking for today. Miyazawa was certainly a threat, but perhaps one that could be taken to task. If they had pardoned Aizawa, why not this woman who had done even less? Whose only real crime was not agreeing with Gilgamesh? It seemed plausible, even something that could be expected. Kiriko just wondered how the info would sit with a woman who had been away from home for so long. Could she be tamed once again? 

WC: 800 | GP: 16 | Total GP: 98

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