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( — FOUR ; CONCERN AND SYMPATHY )
CLUMSY as I was, walking to the Ubuyashiki estate was a big struggle compared to accomplishing the treacherous journey towards Mitsuri's house. I tripped more than my fingers can count, the crows constantly. . . crow in my ear, and when I reached the estate I had bruises up and down the palms of my hands.
Luckily, one of the onyx-haired kids welcomed me in, and I trudged through the dazzling yet simple hallways towards where Amane — Oyakata-sama's wife — was waiting patiently.
"Amane-sama," I bowed and sat down in seiza, rearranging my beautifully-patterned sakura-and-bamboo haori. It had been made by no one other than my sister Akime.
"You are probably wondering why I have called you here, Kanata-san," Amane began, her hands still placed on her lap. "I would like you and Mitsuri-san to take in a boy, a fellow slayer, just until he gets his own place."
"M-May I ask wh-why?"
"He is the soon-to-be Mist Hashira," Amane explained, and exhaled somewhat ruefully. "He might not remember anything, and I task you and Mitsuri-san in guiding him."
"Yes, Amane-sama."
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"HE looks rather painfully dead to me, Mila-chan."
"Nee-san, shh."
We stared with equal confusion at the long-haired boy now sound asleep in the guest bedroom. Somehow we had managed to move him with the help of the kakushi towards our household, per Oyakata-sama's and Amane-sama's request.
I didn't want Mitsuri to wake him, so I tugged at the ends of her white haori and we headed to the living room, where I spotted a pair of brand-new geta sandals.
