Flip, flip, flip. The pages of the "The Annals of the Conqueror (diffusion)" were carefully turned under the hand of the kitsune. Just a look. A first impression. Matter of picking up a feel on the difficulty of learning Runic Terran before she began her actual courses on the matter. This didn't seem so easy at first glance, the strange scriptures dancing before her eyes. Like calligraphy, beautiful in its own right but not as easy to read. Misaki hummed softly as she thought back to her reasons for being here. Right, yōkai. Her mother had dropped the idea that some spirits and kami were easier to persuade if you spoke in Runic Terran. She hadn't quite understood why that would be the case since spirits tended to speak through intention rather than spoken word, but it had something to do with the language relating to the first of men. Ancestry. Such sort of ancient knowledges held power the mortal mind could not fully comprehend but it would unlock the secrets hidden within the immortal spirit. And as her mother stated, "We are Aikayume. We are spirits by nature first, and only mortals second.". Misaki could only agree. The kitsune of the Aikayume, having their ancestry with the great kitsune Inari Okami, were different than most walking around in Sunagakure. The ears and tails were the living proof of that claim, the restorative properties of the main branch harbouring the secrets of their spiritual origins.
But enough daydreaming and ego-tripping. Being a kitsune unfortunately did not unlock the secrets of Runic Terran by their own. Setting the book back to its first page, Misaki's eyes slowly started to read the content of "The Annals of the Conqueror" more into depth. As one hand held up the left side of the book, her right hand would pull closer the paper block upon which she would jot down her words. First came the entire alphabet, of which several letters don't seem to match in use with the Common language she knew. Then came the basics of its grammar. It would be explained in notions of the common language but the intricacies of the Runic sentences quickly told the kitsune it wouldn't be mastered that easily. Exercising would be a must. So as she flipped through the few couple of pages, she'd scribble down notes about the grammatical pitfalls she had to pay attention to.
And that would be about the only thing she'd note down.
Barely having finished her first notes, it felt as if the book itself was drawing her in. The scripture seemed to swirl, the ink snaking through the sand coloured pages to lay bare the secrets of the book. It might have been a trick of the mind but the kitsune's clarity could not be fooled by genjutsu without her being aware of it. This was not genjutsu. This was a sort of magic she was simply not familiar with. As words whirled and pages flipped, the strange but distinct sensation of knowledge being imprinted in her mind was slowly dawning upon her. With every new page she read, the words became more distinct and their true meaning was understood. The receptive spirit of the kitsune, its spiritual inheritance, sucked in the lore at a rate that almost scared herself. This was not learning a language...
This was unearthing a forgotten understanding.
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But enough daydreaming and ego-tripping. Being a kitsune unfortunately did not unlock the secrets of Runic Terran by their own. Setting the book back to its first page, Misaki's eyes slowly started to read the content of "The Annals of the Conqueror" more into depth. As one hand held up the left side of the book, her right hand would pull closer the paper block upon which she would jot down her words. First came the entire alphabet, of which several letters don't seem to match in use with the Common language she knew. Then came the basics of its grammar. It would be explained in notions of the common language but the intricacies of the Runic sentences quickly told the kitsune it wouldn't be mastered that easily. Exercising would be a must. So as she flipped through the few couple of pages, she'd scribble down notes about the grammatical pitfalls she had to pay attention to.
And that would be about the only thing she'd note down.
Barely having finished her first notes, it felt as if the book itself was drawing her in. The scripture seemed to swirl, the ink snaking through the sand coloured pages to lay bare the secrets of the book. It might have been a trick of the mind but the kitsune's clarity could not be fooled by genjutsu without her being aware of it. This was not genjutsu. This was a sort of magic she was simply not familiar with. As words whirled and pages flipped, the strange but distinct sensation of knowledge being imprinted in her mind was slowly dawning upon her. With every new page she read, the words became more distinct and their true meaning was understood. The receptive spirit of the kitsune, its spiritual inheritance, sucked in the lore at a rate that almost scared herself. This was not learning a language...
This was unearthing a forgotten understanding.
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