It's ironic, really. Despite her hatred for Foster's delusional attempts at using Ginko as a tool for his own ends, he wasn't far off the mark...just with the wrong sibling. Keiko, her feathers colored coal-black just like her master's, hisses from where she sits twisted up in the branches of a decaying tree, and Tanyuu starts to advance on her brother.
"All that time worrying about omens, sealing and resealing those scrolls...it was going to fall apart in the end. I'm simply advancing the clock a little bit."
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It's ironic, really. Despite her hatred for Foster's delusional attempts at using Ginko as a tool for his own ends, he wasn't far off the mark...just with the wrong sibling. Keiko, her feathers colored coal-black just like her master's, hisses from where she sits twisted up in the branches of a decaying tree, and Tanyuu starts to advance on her brother.
"All that time worrying about omens, sealing and resealing those scrolls...it was going to fall apart in the end. I'm simply advancing the clock a little bit."