The Great Onmyōji
“… M-Mura, I… you saved my life, boy.”
“*sniff* … T-That idiot demon was hurting you. B-But I could scare it away…”
“But where did you learn such a technique from? Was it… was that magic?”
Young, little Mura’s face lit up like a star as he was in his dad’s arms, flailing his arms joyously.
“Yes! Kyuken helped me… He’s in the sword, really, really! In Harusame!”
“In Harusame? Wait, is he here? Right now? Also, who is he? Who’s this Kyuken- I have so many questions, dear Mura…!”
“He’s right there! He’s looking at you… Kyuken, I don’t think he can see you.”
“Oh, by the heavenly ones, what are you made of, Mura? We’ve never bred a wizard before now…”
Miki Kensho, the father to Mura Kensho, put down the little boy and fell on his couch once more, exhausted and drained after having witnessed what could have been his death if not for Mura’s intervention. It was an exhausting day, indeed… to think that a gang of demons would assault them down here in Lower Midi? That was unheard of, really. And little Mura here, single-handedly, scared them away and gave Dōji a scar with the bluish blade that he wielded.
“Kyuken! Let’s show you to Suzaku-nee and Tsurara-nee…!”
Mura ran off as enthusiastic as he was before this whole ordeal took place. Having been scared away by the demons, he had crossed the gravestone that held the samurai ghost. Oh, what a fateful meeting… what a fateful friendship.
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Another day passed, and the grandparents had gotten an idea that would calm Mura down as well as keep him occupied with his magic. Miki needed some sakes to fully acknowledge the fact that his only son and child, Mura, possessed some kind of shikigami-conjuring magic. The elders, consisting of Miki’s parents, discussed it with Miki while Mura was eating lunch with his cousins. And the grandparents, after some exchanges of surprise and shock, came up with a suggestion that Miki, frankly, didn’t like to think about at first.
“I believe that it’d help Mura, in the end. Listen closely, my dear son; your son is our grandson. And not once in many a decade have we seen a wizard among us… he’ll start standing out if he gets curious and dwells into it with his cousins and us.”
“… I-I can’t…”
“Son, please understand what your putting your son through in the long run! It will not be permanent, but it will help him master his magic… the Onmyōryō are always looking for potential students to join them.”
“Father, with all due respect…”
Miki almost interrupted his old man as he slowly removed his wooden mask to reveal to them his face… a face that was harmed. Hurt. Injured. Scarred for life.
“It would be… torture. My son is not going away-“
“… I understand.”
Mura’s munching noises mixed well with the noises from all of his cousins. On occasions, he swatted away Tsunematsu’s hand as the other, purple-haired boy donning his ‘Rising Sun’ headband kept picking food from Mura’s bowl.
“S-Stop it, Tsune… that’s my food!”
“I’m still hungry! I’m just taking a very, very small bit…”
“T-Then take from Tsura! Or Kirin! Kirin already left the table-“
“Kirin’s just having a bad stomach! He’ll come back later and ask where his food went!”
And thus, the day passed…
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