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"Quiet, you!" he snapped at the miko on the ground, his legs finally being let down to rest on the ground, though the rest of his body remained immobilized and frozen like stiff ice. The long-haired man smiled fondly at the tiger god, as if he was seeing a long lost friend for the first time in many years. With a snap of his slender, pale fingers, the beads that were wrapped around his arms fell loose, swimming through the air like a snake before landing in a neat pile in Kiyoko's lap. Nishibyakko's eyes narrowed at his fellow god. "What do you want, Eastern Beast? Have you come to laugh at me too, like that chicken?"
There was silence between them before the man shook his head. "No, only trying to help you. You are angry, suffering. You do not know what sort of position you are in right now." This was a god who could make even the most angered and vengeful of humans forget their worries. He was a god of spring, so similar to him with the creation of life yet so different. His season was the symbol of change, the turning of the seasons. It was the time to regrow as a human being and to let go of all the past deeds one had done whether they were bad or good. A god of forgiveness. "I tire of seeing you getting injured by fooling around with mortals. Those god hunters relish in seeing even a drop of ichor. You are growing weaker and weaker every time you venture out." His eyes flashed a dangerous blue. "I insist you stay here, with a miko who truly does believe in you."
Nishibyakko glared at the miko. "Her? She is not even a Hayashi, despite living in the Hayashi temple. She swears with her foul mouth, so unlike a proper lady!"
"Perhaps not a lady, but a girl. What would Wakahirume say if she were to see you now, mistreating a girl? She's not of age yet, youngsters will be youngsters." Azumeseiryuu's ever present smile always annoyed the tiger god. "For someone of her age, she has been tending to the temple well, even on her own. Even you agree, though admitting it is a whole other story." To that, Nishibyakko only grumbled inaudibly. He hated getting lectured by the 'god of forgiveness'. Though in a way it was better than Kitagenbu. He sighed, "Your followers are lessening year by year, why do you treat her so? Stay here for a year at the least, when I will put the barrier down."
The god raised an eyebrow. "Just a year?" he asked to confirm, seeing light at the end of the tunnel.
"Within a year, you will be stronger and have recovered well. So yes, twelve full moons will be enough."
Nishibyakko snorted. "Very well."
"It wouldn't do you harm to do one good deed a day either. If you do not do anything to help this girl out, I might just increase-" The man said with a beaming, flowery smile. Azumeseiryuu was scarier than the tiger god had thought.
"Alright! Alright!" Nishibyakko growled, using his now free hand to swipe at the god. With a last chuckle, his hand passed through the apparition of the God of Spring, dissipating into clouds as if he was never there. "You, mik-" he halted. "Kiyoko. Let's go back, looks like this will be my new home for a few moons." He held out a hand for her to pull herself up with. This was a gentlemanly act, right?
There was silence between them before the man shook his head. "No, only trying to help you. You are angry, suffering. You do not know what sort of position you are in right now." This was a god who could make even the most angered and vengeful of humans forget their worries. He was a god of spring, so similar to him with the creation of life yet so different. His season was the symbol of change, the turning of the seasons. It was the time to regrow as a human being and to let go of all the past deeds one had done whether they were bad or good. A god of forgiveness. "I tire of seeing you getting injured by fooling around with mortals. Those god hunters relish in seeing even a drop of ichor. You are growing weaker and weaker every time you venture out." His eyes flashed a dangerous blue. "I insist you stay here, with a miko who truly does believe in you."
Nishibyakko glared at the miko. "Her? She is not even a Hayashi, despite living in the Hayashi temple. She swears with her foul mouth, so unlike a proper lady!"
"Perhaps not a lady, but a girl. What would Wakahirume say if she were to see you now, mistreating a girl? She's not of age yet, youngsters will be youngsters." Azumeseiryuu's ever present smile always annoyed the tiger god. "For someone of her age, she has been tending to the temple well, even on her own. Even you agree, though admitting it is a whole other story." To that, Nishibyakko only grumbled inaudibly. He hated getting lectured by the 'god of forgiveness'. Though in a way it was better than Kitagenbu. He sighed, "Your followers are lessening year by year, why do you treat her so? Stay here for a year at the least, when I will put the barrier down."
The god raised an eyebrow. "Just a year?" he asked to confirm, seeing light at the end of the tunnel.
"Within a year, you will be stronger and have recovered well. So yes, twelve full moons will be enough."
Nishibyakko snorted. "Very well."
"It wouldn't do you harm to do one good deed a day either. If you do not do anything to help this girl out, I might just increase-" The man said with a beaming, flowery smile. Azumeseiryuu was scarier than the tiger god had thought.
"Alright! Alright!" Nishibyakko growled, using his now free hand to swipe at the god. With a last chuckle, his hand passed through the apparition of the God of Spring, dissipating into clouds as if he was never there. "You, mik-" he halted. "Kiyoko. Let's go back, looks like this will be my new home for a few moons." He held out a hand for her to pull herself up with. This was a gentlemanly act, right?