"You will be my minion."
His minion ?
A SINGLE CAUTIOUS IRIS bore down upon him from the feathered mane of Kaze, his draconic body shimmering and waving like a far off mirage. He didn’t seem to lose his balance, much less have need of it, as he crossed his arms and sized up the being.
A mere amalgamation of bodies to create. . . what ?
To him, he seemed malicious...A yokai with ill intent breeding beneath the surface of his armor perhaps borne there centuries before. Yes, Ren saw him as more akin to a tsukumogami but rather bound by blood and weapon, it is by tree and soul.
It would be unwise to engage him in battle, much less outwardly reject him.
❝ And for what reason would one have need of a minion ? ❞ He opted to ask instead; gently, unassumingly for now. Kaze’s tail whipped impatiently behind Ren, a shock of a breeze rustling the boughs of trees nearby.
