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[Dec. 18th, 2013|11:42 pm]

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“Go down past the distance birds?” Genma said, pointing at the nearest roof, where the hawks used for messages going in and out of Konoha were kept. “Maybe we’ll overhear some rumors on the situation in Hikouto.”

Ryouma chuckled. “On the off-chance they'll be decoding messages out loud near an open window? You'd have better luck at the radio installations.” When Genma didn’t answer immediately, he added, “Sorry. I forgot you knew a guy there.”

“It’s okay,” Genma said. “It’s… There’s nothing I can do about it, what’s done is done. All that’s left is reciting sutras for the dead.”

Ryouma’s eyes didn’t leave the hawk he was tracking as it flew down towards one of the open windows in the mews. “D’you really think those help?” he asked.

“I… don’t know. I think they probably help the living feel better more than anything,” Genma said slowly. “The Buddha and Bodhisativas — they’re enlightened. They don’t need our prayers to have compassion for the souls of the dead. And we’re ninja, it’s not like any of us is on a fast track to the Pure Land. Not me, and not my friend. But I can’t do nothing. Especially when people are dragging his name through the mud without knowing what really happened.”

And if Asuma really had done the unthinkable and turned his blades against the Daimyou and Konoha, he still deserved those prayers. Needed them even more. It couldn’t hurt to remind the Buddha that Sarutobi Asuma, whatever his flaws, was also someone who was loved by his friends.

“You could try getting in fights whenever somebody says anything bad about him,” Ryouma said sympathetically. “That always helps me feel better.”

“True,” Genma agreed. “Time honored technique, and Asuma’d undoubtedly approve.” He smiled at the bittersweet thought. “Thanks, Tousaki. I actually feel a little better.”

“I’m getting the hang of this healing thing already,” Ryouma said, with not a little self-mockery. They reached the roof of the mews and skirted around it, trying not to disturb the birds inside. Up close it had a pungent, though not unpleasant scent. The falconers kept it scrupulously clean, but there was always an edge of raw meat, dust, and a hint of something reptilian that lingered.
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