The last sentence had managed to perk his interest. Lifting his head with alert as he finally looked off in Koumyous direction.
"A sutra?" Bullshit. There was no way. There was no fucking way. He was already holding one of Koumyou Sanzo's sutras. It was right there, draped around his shoulders for anyone to see, just as he had always worn it. And the other one was back home, in enemy hands far to the west. At least, that's what so many people had told him. So how was it this man who sounded and acted like his old master could be carrying such a thing?
The doubt was painted plainly across his features, not that Koumyou could tell from where he stood. Genjo Sanzo could believe many things at face value. But to trust people's intentions by sight alone was difficult.
Sanzo needed proof.
"You want me to believe that you're carrying the legitimate thing?"
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"A sutra?" Bullshit. There was no way. There was no fucking way. He was already holding one of Koumyou Sanzo's sutras. It was right there, draped around his shoulders for anyone to see, just as he had always worn it. And the other one was back home, in enemy hands far to the west. At least, that's what so many people had told him. So how was it this man who sounded and acted like his old master could be carrying such a thing?
The doubt was painted plainly across his features, not that Koumyou could tell from where he stood. Genjo Sanzo could believe many things at face value. But to trust people's intentions by sight alone was difficult.
Sanzo needed proof.
"You want me to believe that you're carrying the legitimate thing?"