The Final Conclusion of the Case of Mirja

This had been a simple matter for him to investigate and he'd seen strange things. But he figured out the implications and everything now. Journeying to the last place he needed to get this closure. One important person to him had suffered immensely due to this facade. He had to stay there for a long time for him to come to a conclusion most didn't. Tsubasa hadn't thought about this and only felt heartache and betrayal. Why hadn't his little sister sought him out near this phase? Was she too proud or did he not make himself clear enough. Why did Inami strike down this blow that broke his entire heart? His features were frightening as a man who came from hell should have been. Tatsuya didn't wear anything beyond his kimono and his sword at the moment. This place was where meetings were held and he was an unknown figure largely. As he walked into the hall his features were hard for most to stomach. Tatsuya's body was a representation of pain and suffering life could provide. Having to cling to his mother's chest just to survive and feed himself.

She'd killed men while he nursed and even after that it wasn't easy. But enough about his past and his boring life. Let's move on to what his gut or intuition was telling him. this entire thing was a facade set up by the one called Inami. Though the question was why would she hurt Tsubasa. By all indications, she loved him dearly which meant only one thing. She didn't know Mirja was Tsubasa's sister or something precious to her required her to take the blame for this. He spent a lot of time mulling over everything possible. Going from each moment to the next as his facial features met the person attending. "I'm here to discuss the death of Mirja Eeola, I also bring the last message of Tsubasa Unabara for Lady Inami." He pulled a small envelope from his pocket holding it as it had a seal on it keeping it held shut. Kido based magic with a lock phrase only Inami could open. The letter was meant for the female alone and no one else.

Tsubasa cherished Inami so much that was what caused him such great pain. He didn't abandon reason, it was just so much caught up with him. Tatsuya couldn't explain everything about his pupil or what happened. The encasing of the letter was black and the handwriting was certainly not visible to him. Whatever was written was for Inami's eyes only. But that wasn't his concern it was about what he believed happened. That family couldn't have closure nor would they ever. It was a strange thing for their lives to end with Mirja. Poetic in a way how a castle crumbled without its light. This was the conclusion to his constant journies seeking out what happened to Mirja. From meeting Ulv to several others that he came in contact with. They were without a doubt fascinating people as he sat down. He was a mystery to those here as he showed the seal Tsubasa had used. That was the only indication he was of a legitimate claim of any sort. Otherwise, he was a random Shinigami with decent spiritual pressure.

Upon closer inspection, he had scars everywhere with muscles. The man was built very well with a body you could grind meat on. It was part of the raw strength he was known for in the long run. Tatsuya didn't know where his journey with this would be ending. Mirja was the ending of Tsubasa's path but didn't mean the road was over. Sachiko would be mad at him if he didn't handle it soon. Sachiko and Kagami were going to be rather disappointed with him. He'd not made this quick work like he promised. Tatsuya would need to certainly handle the matter with some caution. The demonic kind were beings that he'd encountered occasionally on the outskirts. But this was their homeworld where it was a completely different kind of place. Tatsuya's frame shifted about within his clothing as he sat down. He'd spoken a name and the staff seemed eager to get someone to deal with him. He had an air that made him seem fierce and unreasonable for some reason. The man didn't exactly have the clean-cut good political looking figure. He was a battle-hardened warrior, that was the image he maintained.