Ougi Flight
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When it came to Araundo Uroko, there was very little that I had been able to officially confirm. It wasn’t because I was an ignoramus, but because to almost everybody, there was such a confusing overabundance of ways to describe her that it made her unidentifiable. The level of confusion started from whether or not something was even describing her or not.
Supposedly, she was a snake charmer.
Supposedly, she was a coiled whirlpool of desires.
Supposedly, she was a huge, five-headed snake.
With so much vague information, I didn’t know how much I could accept—I didn’t know how much I could swallow. It was all rumors of dubious authenticity.
When I thought I’d managed to grasp her true form, she’d slip away like an eel, and all that would be left in my hands would be the dry skin that she had shed—without any answers, I had no way to respond. What was left was the scale marks from her skin or the bite marks from her poisonous fangs. Though I crawled along the ground to search for her, Uroko was more shrouded in mystery than a tsuchinoko. But I couldn’t get a grip on any clues with my hands or feet—she’d covered all her bases from her head to her tail109, making it from beginning to end110 a dull search.111
But even so, I needed to find it.
Not the snake’s den, but the snake’s headquarters.
Because if I were to turn a blind eye to her path of injustice, which surely wasn’t the same snake’s path as mine112, then apologizing wouldn’t be enough—it would probably be unforgivable.
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