Come on Kaoru, have more faith in the man. He might be diminished but he's hardly obsolete.
"That depends on your intentions," Genkaku answered, earning a raised brow from Seimei who then inclined his head and gestured to the side.
"Izumo is crumbling, all of our country is gone. I intend to collect everything I can and take it back to the Bastion - a haven where the last of us survive."
"I know of it," the elder murmured, reaching up and touching his forehead lightly where the paper doll had been. "Your shikigami is swift with details."
"I imagine so. You are already dead, so secrets are hardly worth keeping from you. Do you approve, Genkaku-san?"
The older man inhaled deeply and blew a long sigh, turning his head to regard the chamber behind them, riddled with cracks and caked with dust of the ages. Eventually he nodded, shaking his sleeves back and touching a beaded bracelet that matched one around the wrist of his corpse.
"The emperor moved several artifacts here, years later. It was restored to the status of a holy place. It would be for the best if these things were not lost. You have my blessing, Abe no Seimei. Come."
Waving them on, Genkaku led the two down the corridor to a spacious chamber with rotted wood trellis gates and several chests around a pedestal. The chests were easy enough to open and contained little more than scrolls and books but the pedestal held Ame-no-Murakumo-no-Tsurugi, one of the three Imperial Regalia.
"Where are the other pieces?" Seimei asked, lifting the sword carefully.
"I cannot tell you. If they are meant to be found, they will be."
"Of course," Seimei murmured, adjusting his bindings to accommodate the weapon at his hip. "And the remains?"
"Forget them. I will leave with the others when you take the spirit of Izumo with you. You, child..." Genkaku murmured, turning to Kaoru thoughtfully. "While Seimei scavenges the ruins, will you attend me for a time?" he asked, to which Seimei looked at Kaoru and nodded slightly, indicating it was his choice to go or not.
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"That depends on your intentions," Genkaku answered, earning a raised brow from Seimei who then inclined his head and gestured to the side.
"Izumo is crumbling, all of our country is gone. I intend to collect everything I can and take it back to the Bastion - a haven where the last of us survive."
"I know of it," the elder murmured, reaching up and touching his forehead lightly where the paper doll had been. "Your shikigami is swift with details."
"I imagine so. You are already dead, so secrets are hardly worth keeping from you. Do you approve, Genkaku-san?"
The older man inhaled deeply and blew a long sigh, turning his head to regard the chamber behind them, riddled with cracks and caked with dust of the ages. Eventually he nodded, shaking his sleeves back and touching a beaded bracelet that matched one around the wrist of his corpse.
"The emperor moved several artifacts here, years later. It was restored to the status of a holy place. It would be for the best if these things were not lost. You have my blessing, Abe no Seimei. Come."
Waving them on, Genkaku led the two down the corridor to a spacious chamber with rotted wood trellis gates and several chests around a pedestal. The chests were easy enough to open and contained little more than scrolls and books but the pedestal held Ame-no-Murakumo-no-Tsurugi, one of the three Imperial Regalia.
"Where are the other pieces?" Seimei asked, lifting the sword carefully.
"I cannot tell you. If they are meant to be found, they will be."
"Of course," Seimei murmured, adjusting his bindings to accommodate the weapon at his hip. "And the remains?"
"Forget them. I will leave with the others when you take the spirit of Izumo with you. You, child..." Genkaku murmured, turning to Kaoru thoughtfully. "While Seimei scavenges the ruins, will you attend me for a time?" he asked, to which Seimei looked at Kaoru and nodded slightly, indicating it was his choice to go or not.