three things cannot be long hidden

"Hattori." He finally answered after giving the statue a long, hard look."I presume so, yes." Hattori had of course seen statues littered about his homeland but as far as he was aware none roamed the earth any more. Whether they actually looked like this or the statue was simply artistic interpretation they would never know. And he was fine with that, there were more pressing matters at paw.

Tilting his head back he looked up at the ceiling, at the intricate rafters and noted just how high it went. There was enough room for his bird companion to comfortably spread his wings, marking that the room was far bigger and spacious than he'd initially thought. If this wasn't the temple's main room then what else could be?

Pressing on through the main back corridor, Hattori squinted against the sunlight that washed in through the open doorway. The doors were thick slabs of wood, so large that even Hattori would be unable to push them closed. Beyond that was a balcony that overhung the side of the mountain. A grey, seemingly never ending void loomed below, like a gaping maw eager to devour all that lost their footing. The railing that ensnared the edge of the balcony was wooden and rickety, and Hattori did not trust it to support any measure of weight.

"Stay away from the edge." He told the girl, whether she heeded his advice or not was her choice. He could not fix stupid.

Instead, his focus was transfixed by the massive metal bell that hung over to the side of the balcony, on its own separate platform. As though once it had been revered. Now this he had seen before.

"I know this. It is called a bonshō." He said, eying the hammer beam that hung beside it.