AND NOW IT'S OLD MAN O'CLOCK

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[ It's Yaozou's one day off.

All the boys are out. Renzou is with their young master off at school. Kinzou and Juuzou are with Mamushi on a small expedition to catch some unidentified minor demons making a fuss in a nearby village. His wife is with their remaining three children on a much-needed vacation, according to her, and Yaozou had been all too willing to volunteer himself to hold down the fort with Uwabami while they were all out.

Uwabami only just left after they'd had themselves a game of shougi and tea.

Yaozou had been inches away from settling himself down to do some much-needed weeding in his vegetable garden. Utter peace and quiet had been promised to him for at least another two days.

This. This is unacceptable.

He glances around the academy grounds with a stern eye, maintaining his composure. (Although there is a distinct twitch beneath his eye now. Buddha has it out for him. There is no other explanation than that. He must have been a murderer and a rapist and a child-killer in a past life, sent into this one purely to atone for those sons. ) ]

Demons, show yourselves!

[ Because if it's not a demon who did this to him, boy are they going to wish that they'd been born with the regenerative capabilities of one. Or possibly never born at all.

ooc note: Yaozou's taken from much prior to the Impure King incident because having him hobbling around on crutches, while badass like nothing else, seems a bit cumbersome. Also boils. ]

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[ Indeed, the occurrence is such a common enough one that Kinzou isn't too alarmed by the redness of his father's face; as well, the words of exasperation fall on deaf ears for their redundancy. However, the mention of demons straightens him right up. He grins. ]

Then there has to be a dangerous demon on the prowl. I'll exorcise it!

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[ Son. There are some people who make a decent living out of being barely functional morons.

Those people generally do very simple jobs, possibly involving making sure all the labels are facing out at a supermarket or stacking boxes in a warehouse. Those people more or less are thus able to live perfectly normal lives, which can be exactly as fulfilling as the lives of their intellectual superiors.

You are not one of those people. You are an Exorcist, a job which involves being quick on your feet and able to adapt to highly volatile situations. You are, furthermore, from a family of Arias, a discipline which requires constant mental training and memorization of passages out of religious texts, as well as wield full command of an extensive mental index of these religious texts to summon the relevant text upon a moment's notice where a single hesitation, pause, or blink of an eye will result in your bloody and gruesome death.

'There is a dangerous demon on the prowl. I'll exorcise it,' really doesn't begin to cover what needs to be done here, and your father is exceptionally worried about being down to two Exorcist sons right about now. ]

...Kinzou.

Come here.

[ See this bush? He's about to tie you to this bush. ]

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[ ?

Ever the (largely) obedient son, Kinzou steps forward towards his father. It's a rather random demand, but who's he to doubt Yaozou? Totally clueless of what his father is actually more or else thinking, he flashes Yaozou an innocent look. Maybe he needs a weapon. Kinzou has his k'rik; he can hand it over! ]

Yeah?

[ What up, Pops.

Nope, he sees no bush. ]