“Isn’t it weird though, Saki?” Shun turned and whispered even more quietly than Satoru.
“That Rijin priest. He’s been acting strangely for a while now.”
I looked up at him carefully.
“I don’t see anything strange. Wasn’t he always like that?” Satoru muttered with barely a glance at Rijin.
“Wait…he does look weird.”
Until now, I had only been paying attention to our own problems and hadn’t noticed. But Rijin was indeed acting strangely. His body movements as he was sitting were abnormal. Since he was in a seated meditation pose, he should have been breathing with his abdomen, but his shoulders were heaving visibly as he breathed. There was also a sheen of sweat on the back of his head.
“Maybe he’s sick?” Shun said.
“So, what’s it to us? Why should we have to worry about him?” Satoru complained.
“No…it’s just what I thought,” Shun appeared to have confirmed his suspicions.
“What do you think it is?”
“The curse of the false minoshiro.”
Satoru snorted, “I already said that was a lie, didn’t I? It’s just a rumor.”
“No, seems like it’s not exactly a lie. Remember when the false minoshiro burned up?” Shun directed the question toward me.
“Yeah, of course.”
“Just for a second, there was the image of a person floating above it, right? A mother holding a child.”
“What about it?”
“I think that’s probably an image it uses to protect itself from people.”