Taiyou never did like the smell of the ocean. He wasn't sure if it was due to the amount of people he wronged who were it's patrons- or because of his previous death where his disassembled corpse had been thrown overboard. Either way, the blade had come out, blood creeping from the wound to infect his white undershirt.
Just as William pulled the sword out, Taiyou had grabbed the blade, an electric shock had burst through it. It wasn't lethal, it wasn't even an attack, it was a simple transfer of energy. Although, when one bled through their stomach from a puncture wound, they certainly wouldn't have the capacity to explain that it was a spirit transfer. Besides, He knew William would understand as soon as he began to see Murakumo. So he let go, gracefully sinking to his knees. Maybe Murakumo would show him some memories? Let him see what Taiyou saw? Or maybe it would be inconvenient like it always was with him. He didn't know. It was a gamble after all. He was gambling on Murakumo to show William the truth of the situation.
Every time Taiyou had died, he had had some witty line to say, some comment, some sort of remark to gain some dignity. He didn't opt for that this time, even as his blood soaked his hands. He sat, in contemplation almost. Then he winced, for the first time since he was stabbed.
"Yeah, Jigoku's calling me." He says out loud, Taiyou decided to then lay with a grunt, hands clasped over his stomach. His expression was a little bored, even disappointed. Taiyou truthfully was regretting his nostalgic nature. "I should've fought you, that would've been fun..." He rambled, turning his head and shutting his eyes.
"Good thing I'm seeing you soon, Anjin of Miura."
Two weeks had passed, and it was a dark and dreary night in Kyoto. As soon as Taiyou had crawled out of the ground in his garden, he activated a divination talisman and hopped his fence. Taiyou was still in the clothes he had died in, and he stank like scorched paper. He spat out some ash. Yep, He thinks, already marching like a newborn foal, I got cremated at some point. He hated being cremated, but then again, who would honestly enjoy such a thing?
The man tracked the talisman's directions like a bloodhound, eventually finding himself at a hotel. William was above ground, which was a problem for anyone else. But not him, who was oh so determined to go retrieve his spirit. Taiyou curved around the back of the establishment then he hauled himself up onto a roof using a water pipe. After, he activated another divination talisman.
Taiyou stayed low, sneaking towards his destination. Eventually hoisting himself onto the fire escape, sticking low and using the direction of his magic to track William, or more importantly, Murakumo down. Hopefully, he would be able to retrieve it and leave with his dignity intact, returning without the smell of incinerated toliet paper. He however, knew better than to expect that. So he kept moving, eyes peering into the rooms only briefly to filter for his missing guardian spirit.
