"... Twenty-five," Truthfully, he felt so much older with all he had to deal with throughout his time alive. But that was perhaps always the case. He had quite a lot to handle even back then, didn't he? But that was not the point of this conversation. He could have been thirteen, or he could have been seventy, and the topic of the matter wouldn't have been any different. "If I weren't there, you would have handled them just fine."

His gaze grew serious, focused for the first time squarely on Koumyou. There was no point in wavering anymore; his master was sitting in front of him. He accepted this.

"I know you are stronger than that. The youkai that attacked shouldn't have been able to take you down."

It was the one thing he and Ukoku Sanzo both agreed on.

It was Genjo's fault that Koumyou died.