#Flux pavilion hold me close full

In that moment, he was sure that The Balladeer was his true name. The chess pieces raised tides of madness amidst battle, and the slaughterers on the stage upended order. It was the Tsaritsa who would grant him his new title - 'The Balladeer.' Strength, power, and the desire for conflict - these he already possessed. He would depart, and after arriving in the distant north, would join the wild banquet of the Harbingers, working to win the sixth seat among them. For when he no longer wished to become human, it lost its meaning. Pity, then, that though he loved this name so, he would be forced to forsake it. Yes, they made him different, but such was proof of his humanity - proof that he belonged in Tatarasuna. 'Kabukimono' referred mostly to those who wore vibrant colors and behaved in a peculiar manner. They even asked him: 'Don't you want a name? Or are you going to let everyone out there call you the Kabukimono?' Katsuragi, Mikoshi Nagamasa, Niwa, Miyazaki, and many other now-forgotten people from Tatarasuna would teach him to read and write, to start fires and make meals, to forge - yes, they accepted him as their friend. Thus, he omitted all mention of Shakkei Pavilion, instead claiming falsely that he had found the young man while patroling Nazuchi Beach, and he bade the puppet play along so as to not expose the lie.īusy, bustling Tatarasuna was a place of many happy memories for the puppet. Katsuragi, upon seeing the golden pinion on his person, knew that this puppet must not have been of ordinary stock, yet have his reasons not to mention his place of origin. Then, the puppet was as naive as a newborn, filled with goodwill and gratitude towards humans. It was Katsuragi who brought him to live in Tatarasuna and meet the people who lived there. It was by accident that a kind-hearted samurai named Katsuragi would enter the pavilion and rescue him. Within that lovely prison, he lost all perception. The flaming maple leaves, the exquisite window lattices. He would be laid to rest within the Shakkei Pavilion, staring blankly at the beauteous scenery within. The puppet, the eccentric Kabukimono, the 6th seat of the Fatui Harbingers, The Balladeer.Įach of these was a thread of fate tying the puppet's joints down.Īny recollection must begin several hundred years ago, when the puppet that shed tears upon being born would not be given a name, but was instead only given a small golden feather as proof of his personage. Today, many of these past affairs have been forgotten. Indeed, he has had many, all of which corresponded to a special status he possessed at that time. Many years ago, the Wanderer was not called by that title. Like the breeze, he lives in this world, and he walks its length and breadth. 'Wanderer' is how he believes he might be best described - he has no home, no kin, and no destination. Several times now he has risen and fallen, and now he lives only for himself. Nor will he need to immerse himself in the sea of humanity, for he has long forsaken any worthless emotion. He needs not introduce himself, for ordinary folk will never get to know him. And even if there were, why would they appear on such a night? Tatarasuna had been deserted for many years, and it had been a long time since anyone came here to pay their respects. How can one be a human being without a heart?Ĭhills ran down the farmer's spine as he finished reading the note.

#Flux pavilion hold me close full

How should one treat others, knowing full well their inferiority? If humans have a heart, why do they not fear the hearts of others? Three questions had been written on that piece of paper, along with answers that were not yet fully written. A note drifted to the ground and was instantly soaked by the rain.

The farmer peeked out from behind the rock, and saw that the figure had vanished.

'What are you afraid of? Would a passerby such as I hurt you? I am merely here to tend to the grave of a friend.' The farmer was terrified that he might had encountered some spirit, and hurriedly hid behind a rock. However, the farmer could hear breathing through the pitter-patter of the rain.Ī moment later, the figure spoke. This person wore a wide hat that concealed their face entirely. Thus it was under the moonlight that he saw a phantom figure standing on the edge of the cliff. There should no longer have been residents there, but as if destiny had decreed it, a farmer had come there, picking Naku Weed to make a living. On a fateful night, a figure arrived at a place that had once been called Tatarasuna. Blessed One of Wisdom, Mahakusaladhamma - Buer