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"I wish there wasn't a stigma attached to being human, just as in the past people wished for shifters to be accepted. I don't get why this continues to be an issue, or why innocent people who can't defend themselves are the ones who pay for it," I whispered.
"That's what we're trying to fix, Crimson," Yoshi acknowledged.
I took a deep breath and nodded. I looked back at him, staring into his eyes, which were filled with determination.
"It's a slow process, but it will happen,” he vowed.
"To plant a seed is easy. To water it, nurture it, and ensure it grows is a far more difficult task. It takes time and patience, but once the tree sprouts and grows, all your hard work pays off," Yomato stated. I turned my head to look at his softened expression.
"Please be patient with us, Crimson. We'll work together to ensure that in the near future, no other humans have to experience what you and many others have in the past and present."
"I appreciate it, Emperor." I bowed my head in respect.
We heard a knock on the door and Yomato looked hesitant for a moment.
"Ah, she always chooses the worst times to bother me,” he grumbled.
Yoshi's expression darkened, and a scowl crossed his face.
"Why is she here? She can talk to you in the common room," Yoshi huffed.
"I had to send her out on a mission since you all were dealing with the Arashi incident. No worries, my spell is already activated," Yomato reassured us.
"Spell?" I asked, looking confused as my gaze darted between the two of them.
"It's because your magic affinity is rather high, Crimson. You shouldn't be able to see my real appearance or the fact I'm perfectly healthy," Yomato stated, switching dialect to Yamato Kotoba.
"You mean your appearance is different?" I replied using the same traditional old Japanese language.
"Indeed,” he confirmed, and for a split second his appearance changed.
He looked at least forty years older than the man I had just seen, his hair completely grey with wrinkles and a much paler complexion.
He appeared frail as he sat in his seat and had a slight tremble that ran through him. Even his eyes looked a lot duller, almost as if he was barely clinging to life.
"Wow..." I whispered just before the image changed back, and Yomato gave me a knowing smirk.
"Now, let's get this over with. I apologize in advance for Erica's behavior," Yomato announced.
Erica?
If this was one of his guards, why would apologize in advance?
"Come in," Yomato announced.
The door opened, and I remained facing forward, unsure if I wanted to look at whoever this person was when their name alone was giving me weird vibes. I automatically disliked her, and the click of her heels that hit the tiled floor only made me more irritated.
Even my Kitsune began to growl, coming closer to the surface, too close for my own comfort.
Please keep calm. We don't know who she is.
My Kitsune paused, sitting down at my command, but still let out a low growl as the woman approached.
Yoshi squeezed my hand, prompting me to take a quick glance up at his worried expression.
"Crimstorm?" he mouthed.
I had to blink a few times before realizing I must have been reacting because of Storm's essence. That made a lot more sense, seeing as I was upset with an individual I had never met.
