Koumyou cracks open his eyes when Dev starts to get a little more bold with his hair. But he doesn't comment on it, and goes right back to relaxing, eyes slipping shut again.
Apparently playing with his hair is fine!
Much like the priest himself, the strands are stronger than they look. It's very fine, but well cared-for, without so much as a split end to be found. Kouryuu's work, that. The boy is nothing if not thorough when it comes to fussing over his master.
"Taisouji Temple," Koumyou explains, "it's where I was selected to become a Sanzo candidate, and spent years going through the additional training and trials."
He lowers his head a little further in the water to blow a few bubbles, pondering how much to say. When he comes back up, he actually gives more information--
"It was erected isolated from people and culture, surrounded by violent nature, on a cold, steep mountain. It was widely known for its harsh training techniques, but the reality far exceeded imagination."
And, most importantly, he has to really underline this--
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Apparently playing with his hair is fine!
Much like the priest himself, the strands are stronger than they look. It's very fine, but well cared-for, without so much as a split end to be found. Kouryuu's work, that. The boy is nothing if not thorough when it comes to fussing over his master.
"Taisouji Temple," Koumyou explains, "it's where I was selected to become a Sanzo candidate, and spent years going through the additional training and trials."
He lowers his head a little further in the water to blow a few bubbles, pondering how much to say. When he comes back up, he actually gives more information--
"It was erected isolated from people and culture, surrounded by violent nature, on a cold, steep mountain. It was widely known for its harsh training techniques, but the reality far exceeded imagination."
And, most importantly, he has to really underline this--
"And it was very, very cold!"
And full of death.