Just as more heat filled the chamber, the dragon spoke.
"Her mind was her own, soul reaper. No one else was in the cave and I sensed no disturbances in reiatsu. Except in my master when he was struck down. As far as the dagger, that was given to her by the phoenix. It had taken control of her after the gods did something to my master."
Hyourinmaru walked over to the sarcophagus of ice and slid his hand over it. "They used my master to give that girl a heart. He was put through so much pain!" A blast of frozen wind emanated from him as anger surged, causing Juushiro’s spell to sputter and starting him into a new coughing fit.
"That girl is not innocent. If you do not destroy her, I will, and I dare you to try and stop me!"
Kisuke looked to Juushiro, listening to Hyourinmaru’s reasoning, and picked up the sheath after Juushiro finished melting the ice.
"The dagger that belongs to this sheath is the cause of Toshiro Hitsugaya's death,” he declared, holding it up and looking at Hyourinmaru. "You said it yourself. It controlled Kita once and I will prove it to you all that it controlled her again."
He said no more to them, just turned with the sheath in hand to await the others’ exit at the entrance of the cave. The dragon’s words followed him.
"No, the dagger did not control her. The one called Phoenix did. My master had already been weakened by what they did to him.”
Kisuke said nothing to Hyourinmaru as he spoke on. He continued towards the mouth of the cave. He would let him believe whatever he wanted. Toshiro was dead; it was not like Hyourinmaru would leave Toshiro’s side to seek out Kita. It was the others he worried about, the ones that can, and would seek her out. He had to prove her innocence beyond a shadow of a doubt. A feat that was not going to be an easy one since it seemed to be the gods playing in this game of life and death. Kisuke propped himself against the icy wall and examined the sheath of the dagger. He rolled the sheath in his palm to look at the backside. There. On the back of the sheath were words scribed in black.
He peered closer but was unable to translate. However, he was not able to give up that easily.
