"Oh, no, Buddhism forbids killing," Koumyou smiles serenely, "but a Sanzo's primary purpose is to protect a sutra. Two, in my case. Protect it from the world, and the world from the sutra. Despite what everyone outside of the rank seems to believe, we don't lecture our would-be assassins to death."
A pause, he takes a deep drag of his pipe.
"...And that does, very rarely, include the Gods themselves."
Very, very rarely. But it's been known to happen.
"I'm telling you this to say that I understand the kind of situation you were in. And even, somewhat, the kind of situation you were raised up in. I have never treated you like a baby, because you're very near the age Kouryuu was when I died and he succeeded me."
Buttercup is young, a kid, but they both come from worlds where that doesn't automatically mean helpless or sheltered.
(A ten-year-old Houmei had damn near murdered Devero in one swift move, after all.)
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A pause, he takes a deep drag of his pipe.
"...And that does, very rarely, include the Gods themselves."
Very, very rarely. But it's been known to happen.
"I'm telling you this to say that I understand the kind of situation you were in. And even, somewhat, the kind of situation you were raised up in. I have never treated you like a baby, because you're very near the age Kouryuu was when I died and he succeeded me."
Buttercup is young, a kid, but they both come from worlds where that doesn't automatically mean helpless or sheltered.
(A ten-year-old Houmei had damn near murdered Devero in one swift move, after all.)