[The shinki doesn't answer. He just turns his gaze to the glow of the sunset, watching the far-off movements of the ayakashi that have come out in the twilight hour.]
[They move like currents -- calm for now, but with the potential for a whirlpool to form. He watches them like a cat watching a mouse, sharp-eyed and waiting for the moment to pounce.]
[He doesn't know anything of his past, not even a name like most other new gods' shinki seem to have. But somehow, down in his bones, he knows this:]
[He is a weapon forged for one task, and one task only.]
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[They move like currents -- calm for now, but with the potential for a whirlpool to form. He watches them like a cat watching a mouse, sharp-eyed and waiting for the moment to pounce.]
[He doesn't know anything of his past, not even a name like most other new gods' shinki seem to have. But somehow, down in his bones, he knows this:]
[He is a weapon forged for one task, and one task only.]