Kitsuki woke to the shudder of the earth itself. The Princess had intended to travel to Konohagakure. to warn them of the impending Ōtsutsuki threat and to smooth over Kiri's mistaken attack on its holdings. But she never got the chance to even begin her journey. The plague had struck again leaving her unconscious and bedridden. The Princess had been moved to the Hospital District of the Heavenly Emporium where she had been attended to by the finest physicians. Yet there was nothing they could do but allow the pestilence to run its course. Kit had dreamt of many things: peace, love, unity and harmony. The slumber was so peaceful that even Zizz, distraught as she was, couldn't help but envy her. The biology of humanity was a blessing unto itself. To be able to rest even if due to illness was a respite not afforded to an Angel. Zizz recalled a phrase that was oft-whispered whilst she was under the haze of the incubation tank.
ⵙⵍⴻⴻp ⵡⴻⵍⵍ, ⵙⵡⴻⴻⵜ ⴰⵏⴳⴻⵍ.
But while medicine could not bring her back, the rumblings of the spiritual world were more than sufficient. Kitsuki's eyes fluttered open as her room shook. Something was wrong. Zizz, who had been patrolling the perimeter of her sleeping host, flew into the room the moment Kit regained consciousness.
ⵢoⵓ'ⵔⴻ ⴰⵡⴰⴽⴻ!
I am. Hopefully for good this time.
Kit's first concern was not the length of time she was out or where she had fallen out, it had been what was the source of the shaking. It had to be deep and powerful for nothing else could unsettle the strongest shinobi on Earth. Kitsuki threw the blankets off and immediately began to get dressed. As she did, Zizz caught her up on the essentials: her present location, the duration of her coma and what had been her last course of action. There was no desire to mourn the time lost only an impetus to make up for it. Kitsuki gathered her items and prepared to head out anew.
ⵙⵍⴻⴻp ⵡⴻⵍⵍ, ⵙⵡⴻⴻⵜ ⴰⵏⴳⴻⵍ.
But while medicine could not bring her back, the rumblings of the spiritual world were more than sufficient. Kitsuki's eyes fluttered open as her room shook. Something was wrong. Zizz, who had been patrolling the perimeter of her sleeping host, flew into the room the moment Kit regained consciousness.
ⵢoⵓ'ⵔⴻ ⴰⵡⴰⴽⴻ!
I am. Hopefully for good this time.
Kit's first concern was not the length of time she was out or where she had fallen out, it had been what was the source of the shaking. It had to be deep and powerful for nothing else could unsettle the strongest shinobi on Earth. Kitsuki threw the blankets off and immediately began to get dressed. As she did, Zizz caught her up on the essentials: her present location, the duration of her coma and what had been her last course of action. There was no desire to mourn the time lost only an impetus to make up for it. Kitsuki gathered her items and prepared to head out anew.
