I’m kneeling down at the temple entrance, reading Eikichi’s words transcribed in my scroll. Not his techniques, his real words: his thoughts, his feelings, his observations; the causes that expressed themselves through him.
Like many others, he thinks- thought of me as a naïve madwoman. Had I known this, I would have attempted to resurrect him just the same. I still wish he would have given me a chance, however.
Nazrin said that she would have abandoned me at our first meeting were she not obligated by Bishamonten; her way of assuring me I did my best, though I still think a different tactic would have had better chances of success.
After we, mostly Ichirin and Unzan, cleaned up the cemetery, we held a funeral service for Eikichi. I did most of what little speaking there was; Mamizou offered a brief apology; Murasa was crying the whole ti