The Head Lord and the Rat Thief {Kamisato Ayato FanFiction}

Chapter 15 ~ The Way of Learning and the Way of Remembering

A/N: This chapter might be a bit boring, you can skim through it

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Chapter 15 ~ The Way of Learning and the Way of Remembering

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       "Here," said Captain Hirotatsu, handing a whole stack of files and books, among other things, to Caiome. "Lord Kamisato asked me to give these to you, although I wouldn't have done it myself."

       Caiome flashed him a smile. "Why?" she asked. "Do I seem that untrustworthy?"

       Hirotatsu could only sigh, placing his hands on his chest. "Has anyone ever told you that you're too reckless in your actions, especially for your age?"

       Caiome pursed her lips. She had heard this too many times in her twenty-two years of life to bother responding, even though it was amusing to see different reactions. But usually, people just left her alone without bothering to argue.

       "For example, Lord Kamisato is now caught up in a very important meeting, and everyone is criticizing him for his plan regarding the Snezhnayan mercenaries, as well as for the dancer who almost caused a scene and then attacked her superior."

       "Hey, it was Ayato's idea to let me participate in the banquet," she said. "You should bother him, not me."

       "With all he has to deal with in the Great Hall, I don't intend to upset him even more. So I kindly request that you don't either. You have two weeks to learn all this," he pointed to the stack of history and technical books. "Do it quietly and don't create any more problems."

       Then the captain turned on his heel, half-heartedly wishing her good luck, and left the living room where Caiome had just finished putting on her shoes to go out and find him, considering that Ayato had told her she would receive all the necessary materials from him. Caiome thought it made sense. He was the captain of the guards here, but he couldn't have no connection with the members of the Shuumatsuban, given that the ones who had arrested the mercenaries yesterday were the residence guards, not the hidden ninja in the trees.

       Don't create problems? But what was she? A thoughtless child?

       She turned on her heel, walking with large strides through the residence, looking for a large and impressive door. Well, she was frustrated anyway. Frustrated with the clan heads who had sat yesterday like puppets without moving. People without character. Except for the woman she spoke to, they all had unpleasant faces. Especially the two, the old man and the man with glasses who whispered between them.

       Caiome quickly found the door leading to the Great Hall, opening it, or rather slamming it. All eyes turned to her, and silence fell over all the men in the room, a huge, relatively empty room where everyone stood in lines in front of Ayato, who stood in at the back wall, face to face with the door. Each had a small table with certain files, but they all seemed to ignore them when Caiome slammed the door against the wall. They had wide eyes, looked confused, and didn't know how to react. Even Ayato seemed to be asking himself the same question, what she was doing there that morning, standing slightly with his lips parted and holding a sheet of paper that remained in the air.

      "I heard you have a problem with me!" Caiome said over everyone. She bowed deeply, a bow that was not at all Inazuma style, rather Fontaine style, placing a hand on her heart and bending her knees. "My name is Caiome," she introduced herself. "Future member of the Yashiro Commission. Pleased to meet you." She straightened up, looking over the sea of men who this time frowned towards her. Oh, Caiome could see that displeasure in their eyes, and it pleased her immensely. "And if anyone has an issue to settle with me, don't spin around your tails near your lord Kamisato and come directly to me. I am available for any type of confrontation, as you wish. Have a good day." Then she withdrew and closed the door, leaving everyone with the question "what the hell just happened?"