REIOKYU HOOHDEN
“Oh, so there you were.”
When the Manako Osho high priest, also known as Ichibe Hyosube, called
out to him, Oh-Etsu Nimaiya, who had been sitting on a cliff of Hoohden
while looking at the empty space, shrugged and stood up.
“Oh my, my, what could possibly be the matter, Osho? It’s pretty rare for
you to take a stroll all the way over here.”
“Well, I thought it was rarer still not to feel your presence in Hoohden or
at that bar filled with all your sword maidens.”
When the Osho stood next to Oh-Etsu, he looked at the empty space that the
man had been gazing into earlier in the same way and stroked his deep black
beard as he said, “Hm...so Ikomikidomoe is in the Kyogoku?”
“You don’t have to ask, do you? You are the Osho, after all. You see
everything in this world—you see, all see, see you again, am I right?”
“Mhmm. I have no idea at all what you’re saying, but it’s exactly as you
say.”
After that absolutely meaningless exchange, the Osho spoke about what he
sensed with his own eyes.