Rin calmly set aside his weapon on his back before slouching down to his cushioned seat. His face is blank yet still watchful of the high servant's activity.
Ohara emptied his throat and began to unravel the odd tradition, "The Rokkaku Clan believed that devouring your enemy will grant you their strength. And you all know that your father practices this kind of custom.
The descendants nodded their heads.
"Takayori-sama acknowledged it as a way to honor every brave warrior he faced in battle. Offering all their strength. Fighting with an insatiable will to live. All these passes to him as he devours a part of their body" The high servant's ringing voice echoes through the four corners of the vast hall where the tradition commences, "Thus, he wanted you to consume him as well. For you to inherit the spirit of a thousand men who bravely fought your father and died in his hand."
"Consume him????" Rin asked with his face disgruntled with disgust.
