>>5943602His not-daughter watches him break down with a look of surprise. He’s probably never spoken about this before.
You have very little to say to that. So you just continue. “Who was her father? Who’s my father? Why did Hihari say my blood held secrets?”
Atsushi takes several long moments of deep breathing to compose himself. “I don’t know, you’re both bastards, in the literal sense. Mizutani isn’t a legitimate clan. Harumi was strong, but in the wider political scheme she was a nobody. The rumor was that Izumi’s father was in clan Karatachi, maybe Hozuki, which was why it was secret. One of them couldn’t have a relationship with someone like her, not publicly. As for you, I don’t know. Maybe the same father, but probably some random guy your bitch mother fucked.”
You let out a long, sad sigh. Oh well. “We need to verify if that document you have saying you’re allowed to be in our territory is real.”
“Right. I’m going to stand now and take it from my pocket. As well as another thing I want you to have.” Atsushi responds.
You signal for your clones to back off, and they do. Atsushi and Miyako stand up. You look to Hotaru for confirmation that you weren’t making a mistake, only to notice that she’s standing with her arms crossed and a contemplative look on her face. Her clones are gone by now. She gives you a nod of approval.
Atsushi approaches her and hands her a document. She reads it quickly before looking at you flatly stating “It’s real.”
Atsushi then walks up to you and extends a piece of fabric. Some kind of scarf or sash. You feel a sharp pain in your gut as you look at it. Taking it from Atsushi, you inspect it. There was a hole stabbed into it.
“It was hers. I’ve held onto it as a reminder. I was going to throw it in Harumi’s face before I killed her, but I think you should have it.”
>A string of exposition, so I’m going to pause and let you steer the conversation again. Questions, reactions, whatever. 