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He did notice that his hair wouldn't lay down straight, and that the collar of his black undershirt shirt kept drooping down his neck. It was only mildly irritating, at first. He brushed his hair down with his hands, pulled his collar up, and kept reading his paper. His hair kept falling in that weird position regardless, and the back of his shirt wouldn't stay in place either. When had it gotten so loose?

Eventually, it bothered Sanzo enough that he got up and changed his shirt, only to find that the shirt he changed into was doing the same thing. It annoyed him, so he gave up trying to read his paper and went out for a smoke instead.

He's got his back to the wall for now, but anyone who catches a glimpse of the ink on the nape of Sanzo's neck will clearly be able to read the name Cho Hakkai.


Aug. 20th, 2010 12:23 am (UTC)
"Some people." Sanzo will agree with that part at least. It's not doing him any good, but maybe there are some people that it helps.

He wouldn't say that of most of the people he's met along the way. Certainly not the monks in the first temple he stayed at, most of whom ended up dying because they had no weapons. Those guys had been obedient to a fault. Then there was Shuuei. Religion might've done him some good, before he used a talisman to turn himself into a monster. And those little brats with the gourd? Yeah, faith hadn't helped them any. It was hard for Sanzo remember a positive example of religion.
Aug. 20th, 2010 03:04 am (UTC)
Though Genjyo agrees with him, there's something cautious about his tone. It saddens Tenpou that this Konzen lookalike is a sanzo monk who has lost his faith, but he will not judge. There's a weathered look in the man's eyes that shows that he has indeed, traveled much in his young life.

It's ironic that Konzen - who knew so little of the world - could resemble someone in an alternate world who seemed to know too much of it.

Tenpou falls into a brief silence and smokes his cigarette. He thinks about Goku, the child of the earth that had changed Konzen's life forever.

"Tell me about your predecessor, Koumyou Sanzo," Tenpou says. He smiles at him.
Aug. 20th, 2010 04:44 am (UTC)
Sanzo could probably think of more negative examples if he wanted to. He's not sure whether his Master ought to be included among them or not. Koumyou Sanzo was never terribly devout to begin with. He drank in the temple, smoked in broad daylight, and played hooky from lectures. It's a bit ironic that his disciple has grown up to be so much like him.

"He used to make paper airplanes a lot. Orange ones."

Aug. 20th, 2010 12:59 pm (UTC)
Of all the things he could have shared about his predecessor, the man chooses this one. Tenpou remembers the time Goku had folded up a bunch of Konzen's important documents into paper planes, much to the god's extreme distress.

Tenpou laughs jovially.

"And did you help him make them?"
Aug. 20th, 2010 04:20 pm (UTC)
It's a telling point of his master's personality that he made paper airplanes. With just one example Sanzo has already shown that his master wasn't a serious monk. Or at least, not a normal one. The fact that they were orange means something too.

"No." He never had helped make them. "But I used to watch them fly. It has to happen outside, on a clear day."
Aug. 21st, 2010 03:32 am (UTC)
"Of course it does," Tenpou says, nodding in agreement. "The orange stands out best against a lucid blue background."

He puffs on his cigarette, looking quite professorial as he says, "Did he teach you this? Your predecessor was a very wise man, I can tell."
Aug. 21st, 2010 05:52 am (UTC)
"Yeah, he was."

Sanzo could still remember the day it happened, and how his Master had talked about the opposites complimenting each other. Koumyou saw things that most people completely overlooked, found beauty in things that other people believed to be meaningless. He had even placed value in a wretched, discarded child.

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