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(Y/n) = Your name.
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(e/c) = Eye color.
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RAIN POURED HEAVILY, drops of water beating against the ground. It was a wild storm, but what was surprising what that a small girl with (h/c) hair walked along the pathways of Izumo without rest or care. Bandages were noticeable all over her, from her neck to her arms and back. The clothing she wore was three-sizes-too-big, and her (e/c) eyes were half lidded and held a tired but determined expression.
She stopped walking when the sound of footsteps filled her hearing, turning around cautiously as if she were expecting an enemy. "I thought that it was time," A voice sounded. The girl turned around, (e/c) eyes scanning. A cat. A yellow cat with two tails, standing like a human would. The cat wore a black cloak, with green clothing visible beneath it.
"I'm not going to hurt you. Could you tell me your name?" He asked, showing his hands as if to show that he held no weapons. The winds downed slightly, and the girl's soft, yet somewhat curious-toned voice could be heard.
"(Y/n).. What's your name?" She tilted her head slightly in curiosity. "Are you a Goryoushin and a Nekomata?"
The spirit let out a small laugh, holding his pipe between his fingers. "Why, yes. You're as sharp as ever, (Y/n)-san. Now, for my name - My name is Matamune, I've been waiting for you," He said in a calm, reassuring tone.
"Matamune..? Matamune, Matamune.. Matamune!" (Y/n) let out a small, cheerful laugh. "I remember a cat named Matamune..!" "That is I, (Y/n)-san." "Really? I remember a bit, I think - Matamune, fire, Y-Yohken, and.. Uh.. Hao?"
Matamune's face showed a hint of a frown and sadness for a split second, before he nodded in confirmation. "I'm glad that you remember me, (Y/n)-san. Do you remember the events that passed in regard to Hao-sama?" He asked. (Y/n) stared dumbly for a moment, approaching steadily as she thought. "Not a lot.. I remember Hao leaning against a stone.. Something about a Spirit of Fire.. Oh! I died."
Matamune nodded. "I died, but years later...? Then! And then I came back here.. People hated me for being a Shaman," (Y/n)'s voice turned into a sad, dejected one, and Matamune took a step forward, placing a hand on her shoulder. "You endured everything splendidly, (Y/n)-san, though you're only 4 years old in this life." "Ooh, yeah! I'm four.. Am I actually going to be smart in this life?" "You were always smart, (Y/n)-san." "Ooh, okay.." "Now, come. You're going to get sick at this rate."
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