The Memory Of Heavenly Hymn
6. Bungsu Persistence
By midday in the summer, the sound of tonggeret filled the silence of people who were exhausted due to the temperature of the weather was too high. A woman sits on the grass, watching the movements of a pair of seagulls. Listen to the chirping until the other bird leaves the bird that is still bathing in the flow of the waterfall, then shortly after the bird that was left behind after flying.
The girl changed her sitting position to put both legs in the water, then closed her eyes, feeling the sensation of natural coolness. The sound of water ripples, the chirping of birds on the tree, then the wind chimes gently chimed. All calms the soul, and makes it chant the canticle of a person.
The bells clang, the heart was brave
White, lonely flowers swinging on eternal purity
Holy fragrances, pour out the cries of sacrifice
Which path is taken?
To walk into the void or to dream of painful hope
That person, had now used his clan name as a first name. The second brother who was hidden, said the elder to the people. At first many people were suspicious, but all doubts disappeared because the first brother showed the Kazuya clan plaque on behalf of the white-haired boy.
His relationship with the person is in the middle of a state between good and bad. He always avoids because he still does not accept the presence of others while he has just lost many people. However, his foster brother did nothing but treat him well, so kind that his heart was misgivings, and his cheeks felt hot. Though the action is only an action done by the brothers as it should be.
“Yuka,” call someone resuscitate his daydream.
He turned his head, finding a woman wearing a red yukata with chrysanthemum patterns, pinned pearl clips in her braided black hair.
“At last I found you.”
“Where have you been looking for me?”
“Pavilions where you study, in the field when you are riding, also in the archery.”
He nodded in understanding, “lantas why look for me alone, instead of ordering others?”
The woman rolled her eyes panted, then sat down beside her. “Listen, I'm grateful to find you outside the castle, because this shouldn't be heard by the other party.”
“About?”
“The witness you are looking for has been killed, found in front of his house with a stab wound to the neck. I had come at the checkpoint of the corpse, also found a small silver box containing pills while ransacking his clothes,” said the woman in front of him while giving the object he stored behind the folds of clothing, the woman said, “maybe it can also be a clue for you to find the perpetrator, because it is impossible for an ordinary citizen to have it.”
“Unless he steals or has a lot of money to buy it,”. The pills were round, small, and brown, then put them back in, twirled around, scrutinizing the sculpted image of the embossed image until its attention stopped in a leaf pattern looking very foreign to it. “You know what this leaf is?”
The woman at his side then approached to see what he meant, then shook her head in response. He took a deep breath, massaged the base of his nose, “if only he was alive I could get into his memory,” he lamented.
“Yuka.”
He knew how rude he had just been, but everything was likely to be true. Moreover, the woman before him was the daughter of a respected person, the thing in his grasp that could only be obtained by people like them. He wanted to prove that women who were a year older than him were on his side. Only the answer of a girl named Izanami will be the determination.
“I know you put a doubt on me because of your vigilance so that your brother's ambition does not fall apart. But I'm not who you think I am, Yuka,” Izanami stood up, his hands wagging his ass to get everything dirty back into place. “Although the person is my own family, I will not hesitate to hang his head in front of the residence hall,” Izanami added.
He stared fixedly at the pitch-black eyes of the woman who promised him a head, trying to see if there would be a lie there, until Izanami winked at him.
“If you need a guarantee, we make a blood covenant at the Lake God Temple.”
He closed his eyes, “yakin?”
“Of course, treason deserves to be paid with life.”
He nodded, opened his eyelids, then lifted his feet from the water. Standing assisted by Izanami, then walking together towards the Lake God Temple. Ringing bells, prostrating together, then facing each other with the container in their midst.
Izanami deliberately scratched his palm with a knife to draw blood while saying his vow.
“I, Arisu Izanami, swore not to commit acts of treason to Kazuya. If there is a treatment of disbelief, then my soul will be shackled by the lake.”
He did the same, his blood dripping mixed with the blood of Izanami.
“I, Kazuya Yuka, swore not to do harm to the previous owner of blood. If there is a treatment of disbelief, then my soul will be shackled by the lake.”
The oaths of the two became binding spells, they looked at each other, smiled at each other, and gave a cup of their blood to the lake. After doing all that, Izanami said goodbye to immediately return to the castle, while he would remain in the temple.
Once again alone, he deliberately kept quiet in the holy place in addition to calming the heart, also waiting for his two brothers to come to him after 11 years of separation. Just let them search where it is, it's all a form of anger because it's never been visited.
The temple bell rang again, the sound of the foot walking closer, then stopped right behind him.
“So, now you're a temple guard?” it sounded like people were asking with low intonation. “Finally, we meet the youngest who is 18 years old.”
In fact the initial plan to silence his brother did not succeed he did, the longing imprinted in the heart was too strong to make him immediately stand up, then ran to hug the first Brother. The feedback he received was a warm embrace he never found anywhere, a gentle swab on the head from a hand that always fed him with affection, and a kiss on his forehead.
“Good once,” said.
The eldest displayed his smile accompanied by an apology, then elbowed the second brother who had been silent from the beginning. His adoptive brother—Ryuji just fell silent like a statue chiseled nicely by the Creator. Got the urge in the form of the firstborn's elbow finally he moved forward.
He saw his adoptive brother's right hand raised, and landed on his left cheek. It was cold, just like it was.
“Beautiful,” the white-haired male as if not considering the side effects of his words. As a result, his heart beat too fast until he was afraid his circulatory center jumped out.
