[There's a nagging pang in his shoulder, shooting up to his torso each time he steps through the soft soil lining the mountain side. It's not particularly painful, but it remains with him even after he stalked out out of the shrine grounds and left a bristling Soramaru behind. He's getting stronger every day- and Tenka isn't ready to admit that soon, Soramaru will be able to hold on his own.

So of course, instead of being mature and congratulating Soramaru on landing a hit on him, he dropped him like a rock and ran off with his nose in the air. These young ones needed to respect their tutors, didn't they?!

But now, judging by the scent of moisture in the air and the softness of the ground under his sandals, Tenka realizes he's gone too far east. He's at the edge of Shiga, he thinks, or at least the outer edge where there are less villages and more roads leading out of the prefecture.

It would be here where he'd encounter a spirit- which is what he thinks is in front of him. A handsome person, out here alone? That's his job.]

They say spirits enjoy walking on empty roadsides. If you're looking for one, I'm afraid it's still a bit towards your right!

[He braces his fan against his chest, smiling widely.] Or am I mistaken?