"I'm going to the peak."
Seijirou said as he stared at the distant temple.
Ryusui nodded firmly, his grip tightening on the ancestral blade as the iron gates groaned under the weight of the possessed mob.
"Kageyama boy, you go to the temple and stop that darn priest. If he is the source of this madness, his head is the only thing that will quiet these people. We will stay here and protect Yuko. As long as I draw breath, no monk will cross this threshold."
Seijirou paused for a moment, his gaze shifting to Yuko, who looked pale and fragile amidst the chaos, and then to Haruka, whose sapphire bow was already notched with a fresh arrow.
He didn't like leaving them behind, but he knew the logic was sound. If that priest and whatever he's planning wasn't stopped, then the entire town would eventually be ground into the dirt.
He nodded. "Alright. Keep them safe gramps. I'll deal with them quickly and come back soon."
