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"Lose the attitude, Isao," Kikumi said coldly. "I doubt any of us have the will to listen to me talk for an hour. Not after what they have just been through." Then, at his mention of the demons, she fell silent for a few seconds. "...We cannot change their decisions. We can only hope they can leave here strong enough to last." Her voice carried a sorrowful tone, but she did not look at Tatsuo, continuing to stare at the new recruits. How long was 'last'? A year? That still did not seem like enough. It was not uncommon for new recruits to be young, too. These were children that were being sent to the grave.

At least she wasn't being told when they died, and she wasn't the one ordering them to fight. Still, she knew the answer to Tatsuo's question - quite a few, but considerably less than Kikumi would like. He received no answer, only met with the quiet contemplation of his master. Hopefully none of the new ones had heard what he had said. Suffice to say, it wasn't the nicest thing to hear after just arriving at the Sea Pillar Estate.

When one of the new recruits, a girl, broke the silence and dropped into a deep bow, Kikumi did the same in response. Her company didn't seem too happy with her, but respect was something the Sea Pillar valued. Perhaps her position was making her soft. "Mori-san will do," she said once she had stood up straight once more. "I am as much your teacher as I am your fellow human." That would do for motivation. Then, she turned to the side.

"Isao, please take them to eat something," Kikumi muttered to her subordinate. "After that, consider yourself to be free for the night. Others will handle everything else." She gave him and then her new students a nod, before turning and swiftly walking back into the estate. It seemed to be getting late now. Still, Kikumi had many things to do before she could rest. For once, babysitting her subordinates was not one of them.

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A flicker of laughter escaped from Kikumi at her student's enthusiasm. "Good. I'd imagine the Spirit Pillar will be doing most of the 'hunting'. There will be excitement for us too, but for the time being we should enjoy the peace while it lasts. The only heads we will be cutting off right now are from demons." Having more students was good for the corps. The estate was well defended too, considering it was filled with demon slayers. Still, Kikumi couldn't help but feel a little threatened by recent events. She would be fine. She was a Pillar after all, and that kind of position is not something to be taken lightly. But as for her other students - a lot of them were fairly new demon slayers. Big enough of a threat, and so many of them... it would never end well.

Ah. She had forgotten Tatsuo was there. She looked up and blinked at him, registering his presence once more. "We will see what the future holds. Keep up the good work. I wouldn't keep you around if I thought you were not capable of it." Kikumi gave him a small smile, sliding her mask back into place. She was about to continue when she was interrupted by a sharp tap on the shoulder. Behind her, a woman of about average height with long brown hair. She smiled sweetly, watching Tatsuo with unclear intent, and looking rather entertained. "Welcome back, Mori-san."

"Ah, Sakao, Kikumi said. "Any news? Possibly the only person she knew in the estate that consistently did what they were told. It was a little absurd. It wasn't like Kikumi worked them that hard, at least by her standards.

"Not too much. A broken window somewhere, and there's new blood waiting for you at the front gate. Oh, and Tsurugi said he was looking for you," Emi chirped. "The tall one, that is. He arrived while you were out. I think he's probably chatting up some of the ladies in the ward, if you'd like to appease him."

"I see," came the monotonous response. "Sort out rooms for the new ones."

"Ah, but I just finished- never mind. Of course, Mori-san," Emi sighed. Still, she kept her smile up, waving at the Pillar and Tatsuo as she began to walk off, making her way along the longest route possible. Kikumi watched her as she walked off, nodding appreciatively. "You could do with taking after her. This is a start, at least. I'll be seeing to those newcomers now. Come if you'd like, consider it a break. Unless you'd like to keep on working."

She left before he could answer, as per usual. Whether he wanted to come or not wasn't something she needed to waste time over. Besides, the new slayers didn't need to be kept waiting for too long. They were always especially pessimistic when they were fresh, and it would be best to get them settled in as quickly as possible. The sooner they were off her hands, the sooner they could start training. That was what made good demon slayers.

Kikumi slipped out of the gate, surveying the new slayers. Ten of them all, looking about as miserable as she had expected. A few of her subordinates were helping them with their belongings - though the newcomers rarely had very many. There wasn't a lot of storage space in the estate anyway. She watched as her underlings began to clear away, leaving only her and her new students. She bowed to them, before continuing to stand in silence for another agonising minute. When she finally spoke, it was underwhelming.

"Welcome to the Sea Pillar Estate."

The gate had to be silent, otherwise it was impossible to hear Kikumi's voice over the lull of the sea and the soft chatter coming from the estate. "I am Kikumi Mori, the Sea Pillar. I hope you will make the most of your time here. Your training begins tomorrow. Get some rest." Nothing particularly motivational or thrilling, but simple and straight to the point. With a slight gesture, she prompted her staff to open the gate fully. The new slayers were free to go inside and get some well-deserved food and rest, though they tended to be reluctant to be the first inside. Or, they could pester her with questions. They'd either do it then or later, so it didn't really matter to Kikumi.

As long as they became competent demon slayers, anything was okay. That was her job, and that was their fate. That was all there was to it.

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"Kill him? No, I never," Kikumi muttered after Fushigi spoke, but only really to herself. That was all she said for the remainder of the meeting.

The Storm Pillar was no different to usual. Kikumi didn't dislike him, per se, she agreed with a lot of his sentiments, but his personality and actions did not always sit well with her. Even though he was the same position as the other Pillars, he was still throwing orders at them. Nevertheless, Kikumi would do as he asked. It was not a bad order. Besides, no one had said anything about her conducting a little personal business on the side.

Kikumi kept a close eye on the Storm Pillar's students throughout, especially his Tsuguko. It made her uneasy that he was allowed to keep his subordinates inside yet the other Pillars had left theirs outside. It almost made her wish that she had brought Tatsuo with her. Almost. It didn't seem like they were doing anything, but their presence was unsettling.

Then the meeting was over. Kikumi gave Arashii and the other Pillars one last nod before she made her exit, eyeing the Tsuguko and casting a pitiful look to those who had been forced to wait outside. It was still raining, and she had no doubt that she would be thoroughly soaked once again.

From there, she began her journey to her estate. There was no need to send a message beforehand. She had nothing to say that couldn't wait an hour longer. She wanted to be there to deliver the news, so that she could sort everything out at the same time. How exactly she would do that was up for question. Kikumi boarded the train in silence, but the inner workings of her mind were deafening.



At the Sea Pillar's estate, it was quiet. Quieter than it had been earlier, at any rate. The light chatter and the sound of metal against metal accompanied the waves crashing on the beach, and even so late, the estate was very much alive. Many greeted Kikumi when she entered the estate once more. Kikumi did not spare any of them so much as a 'good evening'. Less from disrespect, and more from being oddly distracted.

As she had previously, she went around the estate to give new orders to all of her staff. Perhaps it would not be a bad idea to transfer some of the higher management to someone else, but Kikumi couldn't trust anyone else to do it correctly. There was a comfort to be found in her current routine, as well as the fact that this way she would have full knowledge of exactly everything everyone was supposed to do.

At the end of her familiar circuit of the estate was Tatsuo. A strategic decision, because in this way she was not wasting time she could use on other parts of the estate berating him. She burst into the training room. Her student truly though that he could hide from her in there, but she always knew where he was.

(She had enlisted someone else to keep an eye on him. She was a busy woman, after all.)

"Listen to me! There is no more time for lying around. Now, you-" Kikumi started, voice raised. But she cut herself off. She was talking to air and a rack of weapons. Kikumi blinked, and looked around once more. "You... are not here."

Feeling a little embarrassed, she left. Yet, she was confused. He must've discovered a new hiding spot. Now she had to find that, on top of everything else that had been thrown on her in the last hour. Kikumi cursed to herself, making her way down to where her students were training. At times like these, a good spar would help her to stay together.

No words could express the surprise she felt when she passed Tatsuo on her way there, doing exactly as she had asked. It was beginning to feel like she only gave him instructions out of necessity, rather than expecting him to actually follow them. Kikumi smiled slightly.

"I see you're following instructions," she said, sounding pleased, as if she hadn't been about to shout at him a few minutes ago. "It had better continue this way. We will be needing it."

All of the positivity in her voice vanished, returning to her usual serious tone. Kikumi leaned in, adjusting her mask, before speaking in a low voice only Tatsuo could hear. "Listen to me, because I will not repeat myself. The River Pillar is a traitor. We have been instructed to take on more students. This means more work from all of us. Do you understand?" Despite asking for approval and the severity of what she had just said, Kikumi continued without a pause. "That is not all. Keep an eye on those who seem like they would defect. Report anyone suspicious to me. We must make sure that the Demon Slaying Corps remains as one. Do not disappoint me."

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The weather was awful, but everything was still the same. Yes, even while the rain poured, the entire population of the Sea Pillar's estate was still working hard. If anything, the downpour would make them stronger. The lady herself was indifferent to it, though no one could really tell what she was ever thinking, not with the red and white kitsune mask that she was never without. Today, too, she watched over the operations of estate with keen eyes. She had just completed a quick check on those who were injured, as per usual. Now, she walked out of the building, satisfied with what she had seen.

"Eeh, I can't believe Mori-san is still making us train. I'm gonna get sick!"

"That's why we're in the medical area, you idiot."

As the demon slayers passed Kikumi, she spared them a look. "Is there anything wrong?" Even with her face covered, her disappointment was obvious.

"N-not at all, Mori-san," came the stuttered response. The two cast their gaze downwards as they shuffled past her. With one last glance at them, she exited the building, surveying the rest of the estate. Even from there she could see her trainees slacking. It was outstanding to her how so many people could find so many reasons to neglect their training - had they no drive to improve? Was that not the very reason they were there in the first place? Before she could tell any of them off, she was interrupted by an assault on her shoulder by a rather loud bird. She pulled it off of her with a huff, grabbing onto the message on its foot before haphazardly tossing it back into the sky. She never did like those crows.

As for the contents of the message, the other demon slayers could only imagine what it was that caused the Sea Pillar to abandon her previous task so quickly. She rushed around the estate, causing much confusion, whispering hurried instructions to her staff, organising things as fast as she moved around. Her penultimate destination, her own home, was a simple ordeal of getting changed. In a matter of minutes, she emerged in her demon slayer uniform and her signature haori, a gradient of white to pink decorated with waves along the bottom. Then, the moment she dreaded. Finally, it was time to visit her subordinate, Tatsuo Isao. Or, as she liked to call him, a headache that never quite went away.

"I will be away for a few hours." she said bluntly. "Please behave. Please make sure other people behave. Please train. This is all I ask of you. I hope that there will not be any issues in my absence." Her voice was soft, but as always, there was a certain sternness in it. With that said, she turned swiftly and left before he could respond. The Storm Pillar's estate was a fair distance away and she planned to set off straight away. Not to mention that she was in no mood for discussion.

She had made the travel arrangements earlier. A carriage to the nearest place with a station then a train or two. She would have preferred to do a portion of the journey on foot, but time would not allow for that. Despite her mainly indoor trip, she was still drenched by the time she reached the Storm Pillar's estate. Kikumi nodded curtly at the other Pillar's subordinates that had been left outside, emphasising their being stuck in the rain. As the Sea Pillar, she had begrudgingly accepted being soaked as a part of life, but that did not mean she enjoyed it. She was also intensely grateful she had not brought along her own disciple, for she could not imagine him enjoying the rain any more than she was.

After entering, Kikumi reached to turn her mask to the side, though she decided against it. Depending on what was to soon come out, it might be better to keep it on. Regrettably, her face was notorious for spilling out everything she felt clear as day. She slid into her place, glancing around the room, trying to gauge what the other Pillars were thinking. Then the Storm Pillar began to speak.

Upon hearing the bad news, Kikumi clenched her teeth hard. A defected Pillar - much less, the River Pillar. She would not admit it, but she had a soft spot for the boy. And now, to be told this? It was a shock. Perhaps there had been some premonition, that she had foolishly ignored. Even then, to turn traitor in favour of the very creatures they had sworn to kill was absurd. When Kikumi spoke, she tried to maintain her usual tone, which she did with moderate success. It was still a little stiff - though only to the trained ear.

"Subtle, yes, but we must also make sure that this is and remains an isolated incident, she said, putting aside her feelings for the moment, as difficult as it was. "No matter whether he was forced to do this or if he did it willingly, we must take precautions to prevent it in the future as well. If a Pillar can defect, then we must not think it above the other slayers to do the same - even if we must make an example, just this once."




Eira Winters ❄ Antartica


Eira tapped her fingers on her lap, processing what Judith had said. Then she began to tap faster, glancing around the car that allegedly belonged to Damien. She considered all sorts of things - what she was going to have for dinner, if she could afford to buy that skirt she liked and, more importantly, what the hell she was doing. Going on an impromptu investigation into something way out of her depth with some other high schoolers. One of which had a 'soft and lovable' friend, which probably meant that whoever it was happened to be neither of the two.

She was not nervous. So not nervous that her hand started to reach across the door, fitting neatly into the handle as she seriously began to question her life decisions. After some deliberation, she pressed it and the door opened with a click. Eira spared a glance at her companions as she began to slide out of the vehicle.

"...Maybe not," she said. "Y'know, this kinda thing isn't my style. Tell me if you find anything." She stood up, brushing the skirt of her uniform. "Later." Then she left, without giving either of them a chance to convince her otherwise. After all, shady detective work wasn't what she did. But she was definitely not afraid of skipping classes at all.

With her newfound freedom, she left, intending to just walk back to school and get some work done or whatever was the best method of wasting time. But as she made her way back, she noticed a few people all chatting outside of the parking lot - from who she could see, some of her classmates were in the group. Just ignore them, do not make eye contact. Easy.

As she walked past, she heard one of them (Peter, was it?) speak up. "Sup. Gunna go grab some smash burger, wanna tag along?" Eira stopped, turning to look at the group, before realising in a moment of horror that he was not talking to her in the slightest. She froze, unsure of what to do, listening as the conversation continued slightly. It would be weird now if she just kept on going, right? So she should say something.

"You're... getting burgers," she said slowly. Absolutely nailed it.
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"I don't suppose there's a list for these things? Ah, if only," Euphemia sighed, taking more of the (not for her) snacks, in a tone that made it difficult to tell whether she was series or not. "At the very least, it shouldn't be too hard to disqualify a few suspects. Do we have those yet? Hmm..." She trailed off in thought, still watching the others carefully, with perhaps more intelligence than she let on. Or maybe she was just very interested in how natural Grain's hair colour was. These sorts of questions - and there were even more that arose as the discussion furthered. She tapped on the armrest quicker.

And there were even more of them! Truly, the murderer was fearsome, but the need for so many people (with quite a few of high status) was definitely interesting. Nevertheless, Euphemia kept her thoughts to herself, continuing with the conversation at hand. "It isn't clear how well a trap would work, but you need not endanger yourself, Miss Grain. I could make a convincing fake... if a bait at all would even work," she said, frowning. "There is something to be said about the precautions these kinds of people take. But leaving a body in an alley isn't very careful, is it?"

She clapped her hands together at the mention of a crime scene, though no noise was made. Euphemia looked much too happy for what Arinne had just said. "What a wonderful idea, Miss Arinne. I'm sure that we will be able to find some more useful information there - after all, seeing something confirms it," she said, a little ironic coming from an illusionist. She was unsure of how exactly she would react to actually seeing the crime scene, though Euphemia was sure that she had seen enough horror films to ensure her lunch stayed where it was supposed to.
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