[center][color=silver][h2]Soga Emishro[/h2][/color]

[sub]Talks To: [@GingerBoi123] [@TheWindel][/sub][/center]

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	The forthcoming answers did little to assuage Emishro’s concerns. They, in accordance to Hunter doctrine would err on the side of a dead youkai, rather than pursue the question of motive further. Perhaps they were correct in that mindset, after all most of them had been fighting the supernatural beings since the age of fourteen, while he himself hadn’t so much as seen one. Only the brief descriptions from his mother, and the papers clutched in his hands at that moment gave him insight into the mysterious youkai. Emishro glanced down at the mantis’ name, marked in standard ink upon the page. Shuro’s and Isana’s suggestions were earnest to be sure, but how likely would it be that he could talk to Gin? Wouldn’t the Bakekonchu resist their efforts to kill the hive leader Kumogori? Or would Gin stand by and do nothing as justice was dealt? Emishro did not know much about Bakekonchu, but surely a member of a communal species wouldn’t allow its leader and hive-mates to be slaughtered while holding a conversation explaining his actions with some curious human child. The whole thing sounded ridiculous Emishro’s head. Kazama-Sensei’s uncertain guess at an explanation would probably be the best answer Emishro was going to get, and it weighed heavily on his young mind. Would it be right to kill the burgeoning colony, Gin, Kumogori, and all the others on the basis of a probable threat? No jury, no judge, only young executioners following orders.

	Nevertheless, Emishro kept his reservations to himself. He was new, the rookie, what did he know compared to these more experienced hunters? His reputation was already on thin ice and mumbling about moral objections about creatures who could very well be planning the mass slaughter of innocents surely wouldn’t help his case.

	Outwardly Emishro frowned and nodded, acting as if it all made sense to him now and he had no further questions. “If I can, I shall surely follow your advice.” He said simply, giving Shuro the quickest of glances before forcing his eyes to rest somewhere else, anywhere else and that happened to be the foreigner. He was a Westerner, that much was obvious. Emishro had seen enough television to recognize the accent as that of an English speaker, though whether that meant Oceania, the English Isles, or America he could not say. Giving a good-natured laugh he rested a friendly hand on Jack’s shoulder. He’d heard somewhere Westerners appreciated physical contact. Or was it some other culture? 

	[i]Crud! Too late now.[/i]

	“You and I can be lost together friend; I have no idea how to navigate these streets. I’m Emishro by the way.” Emishro said, trying his best to keep the introduction from slipping into awkward territory. He discreetly slid his hand off Jack’s shoulder clasping both of his hands behind his back. “Best we stick to someone more streetwise than us, erm, if you don’t mind of course?” The last part being directed at both Shuro and Jack. Talking to people had always been so easy back home, where he’d known every one of his neighbors. This was different somehow, new territory that left him feeling nervous and awkward like he’d never felt before. Taking a deep breath Emishro released the pent-up energy with a silent exhale, trying to convince his body and mind to relax. He was here, meeting other Hunters, and about to set off to go fight Youkai as he had always dreamed. Things could be worse, he just needed to get out of his own head, that was all.