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Hanzō

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07-23-2021, 09:33 AM (This post was last modified: 07-23-2021, 09:33 AM by Hanzō. Edited 1 time in total.)

It wasn't often that Ikigai sought him out and thus when he heard her mutter a sweet honorific he turned to give her all of his attention. She was quite unlike her brothers and sisters, soft and genteel, taking after her grandmother in both looks, poise and grace. The Ashen Princess was no warrior nor would she ever be, but there was merit in her still. She reminded the Shogun of his life back in Nippon, of the culture and gentle rhythm of the quieter, more peaceful parts of life. How her dexterous toes plucked at the shamisen with natural talent and that she never even spilled a drop during tea ceremonies, she was the perfect lady even now. It could not be denied.

She was smart and thus he wasn't overly surprised to hear her concerns. How instead of simply swallowing what she'd been told she chose to think independently and to question what she'd been taught. Good.

Whilst Ashen had shifted under his co-rule there was no denying that the Abraxas faith still held some sway here. That Toxicity's presence and rank was enough to hold it in place, along with the compliance of her own children, a new generation of blind followers to retread her footsteps. He did not care for the religion but knew it still held some merit of importance in Venom's eyes, he didn't care enough to outright protest but he wouldn't force the matter on his children either. Sometimes stories were just that, tales to explain things wolves didn't understand. Such things were common back in Nippon and the same was true here, it was just how things were.

He stepped close with a thoughtful rumble in the back of his throat.

"To me it sounds like you already know." His gaze roved to the rustling canopy above, to the stray leaves that span to the ground. According to shinto beliefs Kami were all around them, in the wind and rain, earth and trees. Things he could see and touch, things that were real but in his mind,  not divine."I do not believe in the Abraxas God or Kami. There is no shame in that."
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