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"An epiphany?" Sumire repeated the word as if it were foreign, a brow raised out of equal parts curiosity and disbelief. Yohei was absolutely correct in his initial assessment that a non-believer such as Sumire herself would assume he had lost his mind. However the false miko didn't write him off yet and shifted to cross her arms with open ears instead. Not that she expected much after the man had declared whatever this was to be a 'sign from above'. An absurd notion enough for the woman to brush off how hopelessly candid he was for the time being. Coupled with the fact that she was physically being shaken from the excitement that emanate off him, well there wasn't much else she could do.
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Still it didn't much change the kunoichi's perspective on the entire ordeal. Listening to the story through she was beginning to understand why most shinobi were not believers of faith. The description of where the zealot had gone off to and inspiration from this otherworldly experience was hardly anything that'd intrigue her. At most the sole amusing thing was how alike Yohei acted to an eager young puppy. If anything she was more troubled with the idea that someone was watching him and he came back without identifying it further than just 'a good sign'. "A sign that I should check for brain damage perhaps," she replied simply with nary a sign of any concern that might have been arisen. Instead she brought a hand to lightly hold Yohei's shoulder and returned a smile in exchange for his grin. "You're free to your own opinions though since you were the one that felt it."
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Despite the act, Yohei was no child and knew better than to allow himself to be followed unwillingly. Then there was the fact that Sumire herself did not sense anyone else in the area either and she had the highest belief in her own instinct in that regard. Thus her focus was elsewhere as worrying about nothing was more fruitless than nothing itself. Proving as such, Sumire lifted the opposite hand to hold a singular finger up to the silverette's face. "Let's not forget the murder part, shall we?" She began with the usual matter of fact tone, carefree as usual in spite of the words themselves as she began shifting her hand before him. "Follow my finger without turning your head. Were you attacked?"

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