[h2]Fujiwara no Mokou—Cemetery[/h2]

"I've been able to do this since the capital was Heijō-kyō," Mokou offered. Maybe he [i]had[/i] been dead that long, she'd met that Mononobe girl and [i]she[/i] had been sealed away since before Mokou was born. But if he had been dead for so long, would he even know what the capitals had been? Maybe that was a pointless question.

Well, that black spiral looked unpleasant to be hit with. The gardener ought to be able to deal with it, right? Matching it with a big explosion—well, she hadn't really had to worry about having allies to hit, most of the big things she could do were indiscriminate in the damage they dealt to everything around them.

"If you don't want to get cut in half, you could just stop fighting," she added. It wasn't like there was anything riding on this fight and Mokou, for one, was used to not wanting to be bisected. Honestly, she had half a mind to find something else to do anyway; having limbs cut off was really painful.