[ There's nothing incriminating on the rabbit: its ear is mangled; it was sitting behind the monitor propped against the wall. There's another one, a frog, under the table. Those that didn't seem to have any of Susano'o's cryptic notes on them Ukoku quickly abandoned in various places around his temple, and they've never gotten thrown out or swept up since then. His life is a disaster.
His cigarettes are on the table, now, next to his hand. It was really just the kind of cheap parlor trick Gojyo was accusing him of, but cheap tricks are underrated.
Ukoku sinks lower in his chair as if thinking about how to answer, taking a slow sip of his beer. ]
A dharmapala.
[ It kills him that they gave him the name of one, even if it's false, even if they missed the joke. ]
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His cigarettes are on the table, now, next to his hand. It was really just the kind of cheap parlor trick Gojyo was accusing him of, but cheap tricks are underrated.
Ukoku sinks lower in his chair as if thinking about how to answer, taking a slow sip of his beer. ]
A dharmapala.
[ It kills him that they gave him the name of one, even if it's false, even if they missed the joke. ]
Who are you?