dear_mun | not the happiest with his journal creation

More than enough for plague-birds like you.

[He knows from experience his gun and, sadly, even the Maten Sutra won't help him against Ukoku's powers. Though, there is a chance that---no. Ukoku would be too powerful to allow blindness to weaken him even slightly. Even Genjo Sanzo had trained with his eyes shut at times. He sucked his teeth slightly in annoyance. Those precious moments of mobility were a gift, not something he would have for long. Ukoku was toying with him, as always. This time, he had to find a way to fight back. Somehow. There had to be something.]

Hff... hff...

That's comforting ♥ We have to value our time together, with how few Sanzo's there are.

[It's more of an unfair advantage, given how much more time Ukoku had with his training as well. The good news is that this made it clear that despite the danger, the blasphemous priest wasn't out to actually kill Genjyo. Because not once did he really go on the offensive, and even now the man was leisurely standing around.]

Value? A corpse-pecking vulture like you knows nothing of value. To you, life is just some game.

[Knowing full well that Ukoku felt no threat bothered Genjo the most. How would he fight something like that? How would he survive this time? Or was Ukoku merely toying with him? Planning to beat him to within an inch of his life and then leave him clinging to it? Either way, Sanzo hated it. The feeling of weakness.]

So then tell me... if you're one for telling the stories of others...

Why even bother becoming a Sanzo without the chakra upon your head? What is your drive?

Games can be valuable. Especially with what boredom can lead to...

[There was always something that kept Ukoku from losing his cool, even when everyone was up against him the last time they met. Something, or perhaps even acceptance of what could happen, even if he lost these games. With Genjyo's question, Ukoku grinned a little more, a silent laugh slipping out.]

Drive? I just heard that getting a Sanzo title was the hardest thing to achieve. The gods just didn't agree with my predecessor's test. Still, I thought it'd be more difficult~

[No, Ukoku. You just took the test literally and ignored that you were supposed to show some mercy.]

[This was what he'd been looking for.]

So you're just going to keep going for what's difficult, otherwise you fall victim to death-by-boredom? What happens when you've run out, ultimately, of games and toys?

What do you lose, then, raven?

[He lets out a cough of a laugh.]

What a joke. What an absolute farce. You think you're the one playing the games... but in the end, you've made yourself into the ultimate pawn, forever chasing about a board with no end...

An utterly unfulfilled life.

[Aw, that's so cute. Are you trying to jostle him? He doesn't know which to choose for 'cutest,' this, or when you were a kid. ...Eh, probably when Kouryuu was a kid.]

That's why you and others are around, ne? It's a nice break from work. Pawns can be very interesting pieces, though.

[And who's to say that he's expecting to 'win' from all of this? There's still that bet with Koumyo, after all~]

Huu~ I suppose if all the games are exhausted here, I'll just have to take it a step further. Of course, your gift's given plenty entertainment.

[He keeps on, refusing to be shaken. He can't afford to be.]

You don't get it. All of 'this' that you're playing at right now. It's all ephemeral. You're not going to get what you want. Even when you think you have it, you won't have anything.

[He takes a step forward, bringing his hand out to sweep it up into an accusing point.]

Your life's already sand through your hands. Where's the 'fun' in any of that!

Ah, what is it you think I want, Genjyo-chan?

[Koumyo's challenged Ukoku's goals and actions back when he was Kenyuu. Back then and even now, he still knew what it was that he wanted. Which is probably why the accusations aren't affecting Ukoku in the slightest. ~~Totally not the fact that he doesn't see the pointing. That'd just be funny.~~]

[He stops for a moment before speaking again... and when he does, his voice is soft.]

...I think you want someone to kill you, to be honest.

Or at least... to meet someone who can.

Oh~?

[So Genjyo can be insightful. Koumyo would be so proud.]

Then it's fine to pass time this way. Until that and a certain bet reaches it's conclusion.

Boredom is a killer... but living just to die...

Is foolish.

[He narrows his eyes. Even if Ukoku is blind, he can't help but be angered by his hypothesis being right.]

I doubt you'll be talking about said bet.

[He needed to get his gun back somehow.]

Well it's not like I'm just going to let someone kill me. That'd be stupid.

[Even if he had asked Koumyo to do it once. If he was fine with just being killed, Sanzo's shot wouldn't have just blinded him. So with the bet being brought up, Ukoku just whistles a bit.]

Just something between me and Koumyo~ What, you want to pretend you're being stealthy when rearming yourself?

[Why else would Genjyo want to keep him talking, right?]

Grhn...

[He freezes, his next three moves completely predicted.]

You're still just as annoying as back then.

[Well, he's just gonna sit someplace near and chill. Is it gloating? Maybe. Even if it wasn't, it'd bug Genyo-chan. Because now it's more like he's letting you get the gun. Genjyo knows what he 'might' want, so it's less likely that he'll give Ukoku the satisfaction.]

Ah, but unfortunately you're not as cute as back then. Want to know a se-cr-et~?

You're the last person I'd want to think I was 'cute,' anyway.

[He sits on a nearby stump, not at all interested in letting his guard down to get the gun until he's certain he can. And frankly, so long as Ukoku is even around, it's not safe. That was how powerful Genjo knew him to be.]

I don't want to know anything from you.

Koumyo thought it, too~♥

[Aw, look at them. Sanzo bonding time with the threat of a possible fight. Ukoku was going to let him get the gun anyway, because it didn't prove to really be a threat. Even if Genjyo went about reloading it, because it hadn't worked before.]

Are you sure~?

I'm aware of what master thought.

[He almost wants to gag each time Ukoku mentions him. It's taking everything he can muster to remain calm.]

Shut up.

[Oh, don't remain calm, Genjyo-chan. It's no fun when you're controlling yourself~]

I'm pretty sure there are some things you didn't know he thought. You'll love one of these things in particular~

[Do you see him shutting up anytime soon?]

[He grits his teeth.]

You don't quite grasp "I don't care" well, do you?

That's what would make it more interesting, isn't it? Like how Koumyo found you and I very similar.

Before and after I made Sanzo~

[He grits his teeth. As much as he utterly despises Ukoku, even he can see the similarities. The boredom. The uniqueness. The judgment. The fact no one could possibly understand them and how they wouldn't have been chosen as Sanzo by anyone else, more or less.

Even so, he bristles in anger, adjusting his sutra.]

That's not interesting. At all.

[And it's that bristling that, if Ukoku could actually see it, there'd be a more noticeable bit of satisfaction. He could hear the sound of the sutra adjusting over the robe.]

Even with him saying you'll probably be just like me~ The fact that Koumyo recognized it when you were only four...

[Unspoken words that he saw you as a true monster as well. At least, riling Genjyo up with those types of thoughts seemed to be the plan. Maybe.]

[Similarities. Yeah. Maybe his master was just a whimsical joker. Maybe his choice of Kouryuu as a Sanzo had just been another joke.]

Om mani hatsu mei un..!

[Like hell. He trusted Koumyou's judgment much more than Ukoku's... and as his Sutra rose up into the air, he lunged.]

MAKAI TENJO!!

[That was the problem with so many that had been trained as Sanzo's. Techniques and the sutra itself generally required chanting and a little bit of time. Then you have those that don't need the time or spent words. Which allowed his own sutra to rise and challenge each attack from Genjyo's scroll. All the while, Ukoku stayed the same.]

Did I touch another sore spot?

[With his sutra flapping about and making all of that noise, he rushes forth to grab his gun, also throwing a punch. If he could just rely on the temporary interference of other sounds, then maybe---maybe!!]

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