I have sent the passing days Training with Kin of the Chyaku Norisu in the Gardens. They have mastered mystic arts not unlike those of the clan that first trained me, the Gaioh. Yet even they are unable to help me with this fell influence. It itches under his fingertips with every other breath. That damnable itch never stops. Day and night it never stops......
The I awoke today to find all traces of the parchment missing. For a brief moment I had hoped that the evil thing had left. Raising from my bed I moved to the shower, cleaning away the remains of the night and checking upon the scar the Death Whisper left behind. It had healed completely. I knew that it was complete. Drying I reached forth my hand and called its name.
A great sword, the Ragnarok, took shape. My heart soared with even more hope. Perhaps it had finally driven off the infernal cinder. If only I had known it was not that easy. I should have known it was not that easy.
The Flame is now a part of me, taken the form of a tail. I must keep going. I must find out what this thing is......
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