Apathetic

Ch. 9

"Is it me or has Douma-Sama become even more...happy than usual?"

"No I noticed too! He seems so calm and give out deep insightful advices that even I was taken back. It seems like he is much of a good mood."

"Yeah he's more stimulate than ever."

"He also wears that beautiful handcrafted crown with Lotuses attaches around it. For a while. Instead of his black crown. Have he made that beautiful craft? Or someone have given to him as a special gift?"

"Have he spoken to the Gods and Buddha for the second time and gave him a solution for our paradise?? Is that why he is very enlighten?"

"Or maybe he knows how to actually get in to paradise!"

All the rumors and gossiping spread like wildfire however this is not in bad terms as it brings out the positive view about the cult and their leader. They are more encouraged and faithful on their founder that they keep on meeting with him and pray more for him.

It spread other villages to who wants to keep seeking freedom. Some travelers will come across the country just to meet and join him.

For that, the temple has become popular than ever.

New worshipers such as elderlies, individuals from far away villages, families with more children and many more from different backgrounds.

And as well bringing exotic gifts.

"This is for you, Douma-Sama." An old man wearing a brown yakuta handed him a black box with his knees down on the ground.

Douma gave out a curious look, "What is inside of it?" He asked as he took the box out of the old man's hands.

"See and find out my lord." He smiles softly.

The little prodigy lifted the top box's cover and sets it by his beanbag. He takes a look of the inside.

He widened his eyes.

"Fans?...and there are two of them?" Douma parted his lips and gently lifts one fan. He gently opens them with two of his hand and reveals such beautiful design that have taken his breath away.

The fan is made entirely out of shining gold, a lotus design engraved across them and a hoop of jade-colored strings hanging from their bases.

This is going to be his everyday use.

As Douma was about to the touch the fan's edge with the index of his finger, the old man stopped him.

"Don't. The fans I have brought and made for you aren't ordinary fans. They contain sharp edges. They are made for you as primary weapons." the old man said, pointing at the fan.

Douma quirked an eyebrow, "Weapon? But why would I need a weapon for? It's not like an assassin is gonna come here to get me or some unknown monsters exists."

The old man let out a chuckled, "you may never know but I recommend to hold onto them for your outing or with your worshipers. Especially at night. For your own sake."

"And how do you possibly made two beautiful fans into a weapon with your own hands?" He cocked his head. His lotus crown (made by Kotoha from their anniversary) also titled along with his head but he carefully made sure they don't fell out.

"Because I can from a village. A sacred place where we build unbelievable unique weapons into anything specifically swords for battles. It is a hidden village where we must keep ourselves secret for the safety of continuing making remarkable tools for the purpose of humanity." The old man said carefully on his words on not to exposed his village nor the reason they keep making such weapons. He doesn't want to look like a loon in front of the leader.