[A quick speed is kept up in his steps. While he may not have the same consideration for himself if he was more attuned to his surroundings, if he considered the boy accompanied him a little more then he would realize he should slow down. He was causing him pain but while he could ignore his own he'd feel some guilt. But annoyance and anger has a way of distracting him. He would really be rid of the cat one way or another — and it is perfectly aware of that.
He hears Genya. Anxious? About? There's a fleeting thought: if it made Genya's constitution any different. There's a strange curiosity that led him to believe he would like to get closer. Maybe. See just — wait no that's not. He knows what that is. It's not his own thoughts. Not him wanting a taste of the sea.]
I'll get warnings once in a while. But it's pushing for some partnership.
[ Wow. Wow. Wow, Tokito-san. He isn't a snack?! Well, he is a snack, but not that kind of snack. The fish in his mask is going to get traumatized from all of these cat youkai trying to eat him.
But Genya remains blissfully unaware of such things. ]
Partnership? Really?
[ Huh. Though his own youkai seems to be doing the same, it's still a little surprisingly hear. Neither of them are used to such things; demons are always looking to trick. ]
Guess that explains why they live in masks. They need help.
[And that did not make Muichiro anymore sympathetic to their plight. He still thought these things as nothing more than opportunistic parasites; the ones inhabiting the masks. Logically he knows this is different. There were times he had stopped people from confronting the youkai but those weren't tied to his existence and he thought them harmless.
But this thing?
He keeps walking. Steady. Pain ignored but he almost feels like speaking. Telling Genya. There's something important. But maybe now it would just make things more tense. But did the taller boy know? Did he knows those creatures could take control?]
This is frustrating. I've been thinking about what I should. I want to help but — what am I even?
... They could'a asked first, you know? Instead of just latching on like this.
[ Genya isn't sure he wants to help, to be honest. There's so much back home he'd been working toward, namely getting stronger and finally being able to meet his brother properly. Here? He just feels stunted, trapped within a cycle, and caught up in a problem he doesn't truly understand.
The Forest Shrine had assured him of that. What happened here? Why? They're questions that don't have answers, least of all the reason why he should help some youkai that just decided to hop on board.
Glancing at the other boy, ]
What do you mean?
[ "What am I even"? Pls don't tell him they're zombies now that they're housing these youkai. ]
[Yes. It was true. They certainly could have asked. However, would either of them have agreed to share their existence with such creatures? Would anyone have accepted such terms? He doesn't believe so. Most people would not be so willing and ready to give up part of themselves, their autonomy, to beings akin to demons. Now more than ever he knows his own faux longevity is one he would easily relinquish in order to put things in order but that wasn't viable currently. He had to help in whatever way he could while he was reanimated.
But that did not change the fact that his wasn't sure of the stability of his life. He wasn't bothered by the thought of death. Why should he be? Yet there is no denying the chill that shakes his small frame, unwillingness to repeat the experience or his body protesting? He wants to think it the latter. It's more favorable than the thought of cowardice.]
Before I arrived here, I already experienced death, yet now I find my body whole. I am warm. I can breathe, my heart beats. When I'm wounded I hurt. I'm alive when I shouldn't be. Aside from what I am. What awaits me in the future? And you for that matter. And everyone if there are those who already passed among those who haven't.
Already experienced death. He doesn't remember hearing about the pillar dying, but also knows that Tokito-san isn't one to lie. And that extra blow—and you. Genya's steps slow for only a moment before he continues on, trudging through the ache with eyes set straight ahead.
Tanjiro had hinted at it. That's all he had needed to do, giving the reassuring words that Sanemi was okay. So, outside of the initial shock, the older boy finds himself ... strangely okay with the strangeness of it all. His apparent death, Tokito-san's apparent death, being here. ]
Are we really sure this isn't the afterlife?
[ With some kind guise from the gods, letting them pretend they're living again, with some kind of duty to attend to? ]
Or some kind of place between the living and the dead. Considering ... y'know.
[A noncommittal is all Muichiro can muster in this situation.
He doesn't comprehend what sort of land this is. He doesn't even have an inkling of a clue or suspicion to offer to Genya. After all the youkai, the structures, and the over all technology around them was unfamiliar in a sense. Sure, they may have heard about such creatures in stories by they weren't ever given physical lives. It was as much as their own reality when it came to demons. In their own world people did not know of their existence and they remained nothing more than stories or myths. So then what could this mean?
Reality here was not the one they were acquainted with. He wants to come to some kind of answer, find a conclusion. One he can offer the taller boy, a worthy response that offered some reassurance. But he had nothing.]
I can't say for sure. Or ever why we were the ones brought here.
[More thought given. If they were to give their aid to the people here, even the creatures of this land, or if they were being forced to work with them then surely there were others that were better suited to the task. For if strength is required, maturity, then Muichiro is sure among pillars he is probably one of the weakest. His body was small, young, not fully developed. Though often he was called talented, he didn't have the experience or calming aura men like Himejima-san possessed. Even the elder Shinazugawa might make more of a difference than someone with such small hands as he.]
[ Right. Of course Tokito-san doesn't know. The pillars might be the epitome of strength in Genya's eyes, but they're still human. Just as he had been brought here, they're both just making best guesses—frustrating enough for Genya to want to throw a tantrum, but he's mostly outgrown doing that outwardly. So he'll just. Y'know. Imagine doing it while biting back all that frustration about their situation and how strange it is.
Eyes ahead, he studies the outline of the 7-11 in the distance. ]
... Yeah. I can't imagine why they would pick me over my brother if they had the choice.
[ Sanemi is strong, smart, quick. Everything Genya isn't despite efforts and training under Himejima-san. Sure, they might have been cautious of how Sanemi would respond to youkai, but his brother isn't a cruel man. Only to demons, which these youkai aren't ... necessarily. Oni are still around, but even they're not quite the same.
Shortly, Genya nods. ]
... I guess we'll wait and see. [ he shrugs, trying to work out some of the ache, ] Because the afterlife can't hurt this much, right?
[As Genya speaks Muichiro's teal gaze fixates on him, or perhaps he is imagining the other Shinazugawa here for an instance. A mangey wolf scratching and biting at itself in futile attempts to be rid of a parasite. That's right. Somehow he cannot see that man amicably accepting to be host of some other creature. Not that he means any offense. He wasn't any better. He could not accept this. And slowly he raises a hand to look at his own open palm. That thing — he can't shake the feeling it is off.
It's keen interest in certain people, fascination with some scents, and he was sure it hadn't acted all too kindly. It was impossible, and yet, maybe it was right that he didn't have much of a choice but to work with it.]
I'll admit I don't feel suited for this.
It's difficult. And without breathing styles I am not as physically strong after all I am still young and small.
[Right. It's not like there is any other choice aside from that.] It's kind of strange to be able to feel again and to be whole and just being able to exist. I really thought I was moving on. Now I am not even sure if I truly saw what was on the other side.
[ It's a little weird to hear a hashira admit to his own flaws, but Genya knows it's the truth. Tokito-san is slight, a child still growing into his own, yet to hit the growth spurt that put Genya at nearly six feet tall. Almost as weird as hearing that he died, but they're both oddities that the younger Shinazagawa is beginning to take in stride.
Necessary, given everything that's going on. Getting bogged down at this rate will leave him in over his head.
Maybe he shouldn't ask. It's none of his business, it's not as though they're particularly close, but the words slip out anyway, quietly, ]
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He hears Genya. Anxious? About? There's a fleeting thought: if it made Genya's constitution any different. There's a strange curiosity that led him to believe he would like to get closer. Maybe. See just — wait no that's not. He knows what that is. It's not his own thoughts. Not him wanting a taste of the sea.]
I'll get warnings once in a while. But it's pushing for some partnership.
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But Genya remains blissfully unaware of such things. ]
Partnership? Really?
[ Huh. Though his own youkai seems to be doing the same, it's still a little surprisingly hear. Neither of them are used to such things; demons are always looking to trick. ]
Guess that explains why they live in masks. They need help.
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But this thing?
He keeps walking. Steady. Pain ignored but he almost feels like speaking. Telling Genya. There's something important. But maybe now it would just make things more tense. But did the taller boy know? Did he knows those creatures could take control?]
This is frustrating. I've been thinking about what I should. I want to help but — what am I even?
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[ Genya isn't sure he wants to help, to be honest. There's so much back home he'd been working toward, namely getting stronger and finally being able to meet his brother properly. Here? He just feels stunted, trapped within a cycle, and caught up in a problem he doesn't truly understand.
The Forest Shrine had assured him of that. What happened here? Why? They're questions that don't have answers, least of all the reason why he should help some youkai that just decided to hop on board.
Glancing at the other boy, ]
What do you mean?
[ "What am I even"? Pls don't tell him they're zombies now that they're housing these youkai. ]
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But that did not change the fact that his wasn't sure of the stability of his life. He wasn't bothered by the thought of death. Why should he be? Yet there is no denying the chill that shakes his small frame, unwillingness to repeat the experience or his body protesting? He wants to think it the latter. It's more favorable than the thought of cowardice.]
Before I arrived here, I already experienced death, yet now I find my body whole. I am warm. I can breathe, my heart beats. When I'm wounded I hurt. I'm alive when I shouldn't be. Aside from what I am. What awaits me in the future? And you for that matter. And everyone if there are those who already passed among those who haven't.
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Already experienced death. He doesn't remember hearing about the pillar dying, but also knows that Tokito-san isn't one to lie. And that extra blow—and you. Genya's steps slow for only a moment before he continues on, trudging through the ache with eyes set straight ahead.
Tanjiro had hinted at it. That's all he had needed to do, giving the reassuring words that Sanemi was okay. So, outside of the initial shock, the older boy finds himself ... strangely okay with the strangeness of it all. His apparent death, Tokito-san's apparent death, being here. ]
Are we really sure this isn't the afterlife?
[ With some kind guise from the gods, letting them pretend they're living again, with some kind of duty to attend to? ]
Or some kind of place between the living and the dead. Considering ... y'know.
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He doesn't comprehend what sort of land this is. He doesn't even have an inkling of a clue or suspicion to offer to Genya. After all the youkai, the structures, and the over all technology around them was unfamiliar in a sense. Sure, they may have heard about such creatures in stories by they weren't ever given physical lives. It was as much as their own reality when it came to demons. In their own world people did not know of their existence and they remained nothing more than stories or myths. So then what could this mean?
Reality here was not the one they were acquainted with. He wants to come to some kind of answer, find a conclusion. One he can offer the taller boy, a worthy response that offered some reassurance. But he had nothing.]
I can't say for sure. Or ever why we were the ones brought here.
[More thought given. If they were to give their aid to the people here, even the creatures of this land, or if they were being forced to work with them then surely there were others that were better suited to the task. For if strength is required, maturity, then Muichiro is sure among pillars he is probably one of the weakest. His body was small, young, not fully developed. Though often he was called talented, he didn't have the experience or calming aura men like Himejima-san possessed. Even the elder Shinazugawa might make more of a difference than someone with such small hands as he.]
It seems the choices were made arbitrarily?
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Eyes ahead, he studies the outline of the 7-11 in the distance. ]
... Yeah. I can't imagine why they would pick me over my brother if they had the choice.
[ Sanemi is strong, smart, quick. Everything Genya isn't despite efforts and training under Himejima-san. Sure, they might have been cautious of how Sanemi would respond to youkai, but his brother isn't a cruel man. Only to demons, which these youkai aren't ... necessarily. Oni are still around, but even they're not quite the same.
Shortly, Genya nods. ]
... I guess we'll wait and see. [ he shrugs, trying to work out some of the ache, ] Because the afterlife can't hurt this much, right?
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It's keen interest in certain people, fascination with some scents, and he was sure it hadn't acted all too kindly. It was impossible, and yet, maybe it was right that he didn't have much of a choice but to work with it.]
I'll admit I don't feel suited for this.
It's difficult. And without breathing styles I am not as physically strong after all I am still young and small.
[Right. It's not like there is any other choice aside from that.] It's kind of strange to be able to feel again and to be whole and just being able to exist. I really thought I was moving on. Now I am not even sure if I truly saw what was on the other side.
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Necessary, given everything that's going on. Getting bogged down at this rate will leave him in over his head.
Maybe he shouldn't ask. It's none of his business, it's not as though they're particularly close, but the words slip out anyway, quietly, ]
What did you see?