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Eiden didn't know much about the old sorcerer; he only knew that one day, like any other, he found himself teleported into this world where people called him the successor to the great sorcerer. Though he wanted to ask the elders of his clan about his "predecessor," they wouldn't speak of him even under torture, as far as he knew. Despite his overwhelming curiosity, he decided to respect their decisions without pressing further. Or so he thought...
...Eiden was making his way to the house of the old fox with something given to him by Aster. At first glance, they appeared to be simple tea bags, but in reality, they were poison to delve into the memories of the one who consumed them. Aster used them to extract information when the poor soul under torture refused to cooperate. Of course, Eiden didn't want to torture Kuya, but his curiosity was too great. There were two bags: one black to make the subject fall asleep, and one red to enter their memories. Although deceiving the fox would not be easy (failure would likely result in being burned 99% of the time), he had to make an attempt.
Finally, he arrived at the fox's house and began knocking on the door. "Kuya! It's Eiden!" he practically yelled as he continued knocking. The door opened, revealing Kuya in a thin purple robe that seemed to cling to every contour of the fox's form. "What brings you here at this hour, young master, disturbing the silence of the forest?" Kuya said with an irritated smile and a slightly furrowed brow.
"I've brought you some tea; it's a new specialty made by Yakumo," Eiden said, hoping desperately that Kuya would take the bait.
"Well, what kindness from you, young master..." Kuya said, moving slightly from the doorway to let Eiden in. "Mind where you step." Eiden entered the house, turning to Kuya, who leaned against the door. "What are you waiting for? Go and prepare it. I'm in the mood for tea today."
"Y-Yes, I'll be right back!" Eiden said, heading to the kitchen to prepare hot water, hoping that the fox wouldn't notice anything. Once the water was ready, he steeped the black bag for Kuya in one cup and the red one for himself in another.
"Here I am, sorry for the wait," Eiden said, entering the room to find Kuya sitting on his bed, leaning on his arms, waiting for Eiden to arrive. Eiden approached and handed him the tea, sitting beside Kuya, holding his own cup tightly and waiting for him to drink.
"Do I have something on my face that you're staring at me like that, young master?" Kuya said with a smirk, bringing the cup to his lips and taking a sip. "N-No, it's nothing, sorry..." Before he knew it, the old fox was already losing consciousness, slowly collapsing onto the bed, dropping his cup to the floor.
"W-What the hell have you done?!" Kuya started to close his eyes, falling onto the bed into a deep sleep.
"Fuck i didn't expect him to fall asleep so fast" said Eiden putting himself near Kuya drinking his tea and falling asleep too hoping for the best.
Sleep fell upon them like a heavy blanket, enveloping them both in a deep torpor. As Eiden felt Kuya's presence within his memories, he knew the risk was high. The fox's mind was a labyrinth, full of secrets and defenses. But the impulse to know was stronger than the fear of failure.
As he finally delved into Kuya's memories, he found himself in a world of sensations and blurred images. Memories of ancient rituals, teachings, moments of solitude under the full moon. It was as if he was flipping through the pages of an ancient, dusty book, trying to find the right chapter.
But then, suddenly, he felt a presence, as if someone were peering inside him. The awareness of being discovered hit him like a cold wave. Kuya had sensed his intrusion.
In the chaos of Kuya's thoughts, Eiden struggled not to lose himself, not to be repelled by this powerful mind. The inner struggle turned into a physical battle, while his body lay motionless beside Kuya's.
But just when it seemed all hope was lost, Eiden found a memory, a fragment of truth hidden within the folds of Kuya's mind. It was a room, a familiar place where he felt he had been many times but couldn't quite focus on.
With one last effort, Eiden immersed himself in that memory, letting himself be carried away in a whirlwind of darkness. And when he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a dark room, illuminated only by a faint light coming from an ancient chandelier.