She stepped over near Nozomi, settling down nearby, but not too close. Respecting her space. Despite that, she worries at her lower lip a little before her speaks, looking at where her hands are folded. "It's about... I suppose we are going back to when things were explained to me, after your dream....

Shosuro is standing next to Sasori. Neither remember her walking up, but she's there nonetheless. She's probably unremarkable, with hair-colored hair and neutral eyes. She nods to each of them. "Bayushi Kogi-san. Bayushi Sasori-san."

Shosuro enters quietly but not inhumanly quietly. Likely she was concentrating on keeping herself fully there for Nozomi's sake. She bows at the entry and at the shrine, doing a short prayer before she stepped over toward Nozomi. "Thank you for meeting with me."

She nodded and stepped back with a bow. "I should get started."

She hesitated, then reached out, touching his sleeve lightly. For a second, he can see her face completely clearly, without his mind trying to tell him this was a very boring and unremarkable person that he doesn't need to remember. Despite her countenance resembling some tales of ghosts in certain ...

She smiled a little and bowed in return. "I will do my best, Kakita-san."

She frowned a little. "That is a heavy conclusion to reach. Potentially a dangerous one, whether it's true or false." She pressed her lips together. IT seems to take a few moments to reach her conclusion, but she finally nods. "I will observe him for a while and see if I can find more. Be careful, K...

Shosuro considered the idea. "What have you discovered this far? What makes you believe he is evil?"

"... That can be difficult. I try to take my time observing when I need to be absolutely sure that what I'm cutting is what should be cut," she said thoughtfully. "There's always a risk of potentially misdiagnosing the illness, so there's a balancing act of risk and urgency."

"Ah yes, the talk of blades," she nodded. "There seems to be more to speak of."

Somehow, it managed to cling to her regardless, the shade of the shrine's roof seeming a shade deeper as he noticed the girl next to him. If Shiba recommended her, it likely wasn't the same sort, though. She bowed to him. "Kakita-san, we meet again. How have you been?"

She bowed. "Well, this meeting was wholly by chance, so I will make effort to ensure the next one is better arranged. Have a good evening." She bowed, then apparently fully let go of her concentration. Just a brief lapse to look slightly toward Mayumi and slightly less toward her, and she was gone. ...

Shosuro smiled. "He will appreciate the thought, I think. It represented a decision he made for someone else's sake." She raised a hand to cover a small chuckle at the slip. It didn't seem like a mocking laugh. She turned quiet at the rest, seeming lost in thought, and becoming a little hazy and uni...

She nodded. "Yes... He was surprised you didn't... visit, but said you had found another route." She paused, then added, voice quieting slightly. "I was glad to hear that. I didn't know you specifically to be glad for you, but it's just... nice to know that... people don't necessarily have to go to ...

"Ah... I didn't... know what I was doing, basically." She also glanced toward Nozomi's daughter, clearly unsure of what she should or should not say. Trying to follow her lead in being circumspect. "When we met, I was just... following a familiar feeling. It was faint. I didn't... understand that I ...

"... I am certain that... I caused you a great deal of trouble. I did not understand back then," she said, then moved into a deep bow, her hair falling forward over her shoulders like the night sky pouring out of a bottle. "I sincerely apologize."

"And yours, as well... Yes, I was asked to represent my father to the wedding." She looked to the side, seemingly distracted by a thought, and her presence seems a little more indistinct for a moment. There was a brief moment where it would have been easy to forget she was there until Shosuro looks ...

The girl turned, and it was almost more strange than if she truly hadn't had a face. Her features were as clear as anyone's, though it comes with a sense that wouldn't be true for anyone else observing. If it wasn't for what would be an intense drive to forget her face in others, she would be arrest...

It was subtle, at first. The way her eyes slipped past the shrine to Bishamon as if they didn't want to stay there and observe what was in front of it. It was that that signaled there was something in front of it. No, someone, with long black hair, facing away from here. There was a terrifying sinki...

“Unfortunately... you are quite right.” He said with a nod as he turned his gaze out toward the gathering again. “It takes a trained mind to see within.” "Yes..." She paused, then said. "I should probably be going, but... Let's speak again some time. Since we share an interest in the unique capabil...