Those golden eyes study the display before him, various masks set out to represent different things. There were animals, people, demons, even inanimate objects; it was quite a feat to make a mask representing a chair for instance. He was here for knowledge, knowledge was power and Hoshikata intended to become powerful after all. A notice was sent ahead already to Hasaki, and he hoped his family did well in grooming the man towards their goals already.
Hoshikata stood in his confiscated outfit, the white undershirt, with black slacks and jacket and gloves. He looked almost like the nobleman he was, missing only a hat. Perhaps he'd get a top hat. Those were all the rage these days. He was standing in the Shrine, just outside the office of the man he was here to see.
He was here to learn.
Hoshikata stood in his confiscated outfit, the white undershirt, with black slacks and jacket and gloves. He looked almost like the nobleman he was, missing only a hat. Perhaps he'd get a top hat. Those were all the rage these days. He was standing in the Shrine, just outside the office of the man he was here to see.
He was here to learn.