Darkness. It was all he could see, and all he ever had. The young lad sat in the middle of a ring of trees deep within the forest as his hands were clasped in prayer. His lips uttered certain mantras that were complex in nature yet it seemed to repeat itself. Enma, the lad, drank a certain vial as he began to shudder slowly. His limbs twitched and his face was contorted in pain. Suddenly, it all stopped. Enma sat up straight and serious. He decided that his daily meditation is complete, and thus, he stood up, an echoing of bells accompanied his movement.
No one was there, he was alone.
Enma slowly walked out of the forest, the constant ringing of bells emanating wherever he goes. The sounds bounced off of every tree as Enma evaded the trunks and branches skillfully, as if he could see. Even from a distance, Enma could already tell if there was a person, because the sound would bounce off of a different mass and weight. The lad walked slowly when he suddenly stopped... Two people. He walked even more slowly, the sound of bells beginning to soften, yet the waves still bounced off. As he began to get nearer, he began to recognize the voices.
"High pitched, absurdly cheerful, frequent vibrations." Enma murmured to himself, his baritone voice being so familiar to him. "Hota-san." Enma continued. "Medium pitched, calm, small vibrations." he analyzed. "Ogen-sama. Allies."
Enma smiled to himself as he walked towards the two Iga villagers. His bells echoed into the air, giving him a good location of the two. When he heard that he was already near them, he revealed himself. "Good morning, Ogen-sama, Hota-san. Might I ask where you might be heading?" the lad bowed a little.