28th Ofuda [Fail!Lock. But in Archaic Japanese, good luck understanding it] Video
[It's the Medicine Seller! He... isn't looking at the screen, as is usual with him. Instead, he's looking... down? The sword is in his lap, sheathed as it usually is, the oni face grinning up at him.
But now, even with the painted smile on his face, it's clear the man is... rather troubled. His gazes moves off from the sword to his hand, raising it and studying it... as if it were something alien to him]
How long...?
[In the old tongue, Archaic Japanese.]
Has it been... Weeks? Months?
As many... inhuman beings as there are... not one is
or will be.
Will they? [He looks back to the sword, his lips moving now, but no sound is heard... And the sword... speaks back. It's tiny jointed jaw shuddering up and down, clinking softly]
Hn... How long is it? Until... our job is finished? ...
No.
I did not believe it would end... like this. How strange... and humorously sad... life can be. I wonder if this is... what mortality feels like.
[/lock]
I have run out of gun powder.
Where
do you suppose... I may find more?
But now, even with the painted smile on his face, it's clear the man is... rather troubled. His gazes moves off from the sword to his hand, raising it and studying it... as if it were something alien to him]
How long...?
[In the old tongue, Archaic Japanese.]
Has it been... Weeks? Months?
As many... inhuman beings as there are... not one is
or will be.
Will they? [He looks back to the sword, his lips moving now, but no sound is heard... And the sword... speaks back. It's tiny jointed jaw shuddering up and down, clinking softly]
Hn... How long is it? Until... our job is finished? ...
No.
I did not believe it would end... like this. How strange... and humorously sad... life can be. I wonder if this is... what mortality feels like.
[/lock]
I have run out of gun powder.
Where
do you suppose... I may find more?