[Sanzo uncerimoniously sits down next to him, chuckling dryly and speaking with a touch of a more relaxed nature than before. Something about Cheshire's chaotic manner reminded him so much of himself.]
...ah. When I was young, I was found in a river. The name I was given was Kouryu, the River Orphan. From that time on, as I grew up at the temple of my master, Priest Koumyou Sanzo, I had to deal with taunting, teasing, bullying... and when I was a little older, I had to deal with perverts.
[He looks down.]
You reminded me of how angry I was back then. How much it annoyed me that such filth was allowed to roam the temple grounds, to say the things they said, to do the things they did.
[He looks up.]
My master was murdered viciously before my eyes almost directly after bestowing the title of Sanzo Priest upon me and giving me my new name, Genjo Sanzo. That night, I fled the temple armed with only my gun and the Maten Sutra. [He gestures to the scripture about his shoulders. He then laughs, though it is laced with a venomous hate that twists the tone of his voice.]
They tried to rape me, that first group of bastards I faced on that god-forsaken hill. Three men tried to rob me after I'd been without food and water for five days. Well, without adequate food and water. Absolutely no strength left in me at all, and this fucker says, "He looks like a girl..."
I still smell him when I think back on that memory. Sweat. Piss. Booze. How revolting.
So I shot him to protect myself. Right through his right eye.
I spent days on that bloodstained hill, killing demons and humans alike, some innocent, others not, but what position was I in to judge? I was the worthless orphan cast into the river, remember?
[He looks to Cheshire.]
A monk covered in blood. And yet people beg me to chant or to pray... and I always find it such a complete farce.
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...ah. When I was young, I was found in a river. The name I was given was Kouryu, the River Orphan. From that time on, as I grew up at the temple of my master, Priest Koumyou Sanzo, I had to deal with taunting, teasing, bullying... and when I was a little older, I had to deal with perverts.
[He looks down.]
You reminded me of how angry I was back then. How much it annoyed me that such filth was allowed to roam the temple grounds, to say the things they said, to do the things they did.
[He looks up.]
My master was murdered viciously before my eyes almost directly after bestowing the title of Sanzo Priest upon me and giving me my new name, Genjo Sanzo. That night, I fled the temple armed with only my gun and the Maten Sutra. [He gestures to the scripture about his shoulders. He then laughs, though it is laced with a venomous hate that twists the tone of his voice.]
They tried to rape me, that first group of bastards I faced on that god-forsaken hill. Three men tried to rob me after I'd been without food and water for five days. Well, without adequate food and water. Absolutely no strength left in me at all, and this fucker says, "He looks like a girl..."
I still smell him when I think back on that memory. Sweat. Piss. Booze. How revolting.
So I shot him to protect myself. Right through his right eye.
I spent days on that bloodstained hill, killing demons and humans alike, some innocent, others not, but what position was I in to judge? I was the worthless orphan cast into the river, remember?
[He looks to Cheshire.]
A monk covered in blood. And yet people beg me to chant or to pray... and I always find it such a complete farce.
If they only knew that other side of me, I think.
Right?