Watching a dozen spy monitors at once, Kanzeon rubbed her hands in glee, idly noting Jiroshin grab for the nearest pot of headache tea. Aww, the poor guy. Getting shaken out of his routine was good for him. Good for all of the Heavenly Palace, really.
Especially the ducklings.
Not that she’d call Rikuou and the rest of the First Unit sneaking around keeping an eye on Sanzo’s party ducklings. At least, not without Goujun around to be grimly sympathetic to the poor youngsters.
But they’re so cute to watch!
Cute, and adaptable, given what she’d put them through for having the nerve to die before she’d solidified her grasp on the throne. And patient. Once she’d revived them, she’d given them the straight-up facts. Tenpou and Kenren had died almost as nasty deaths as Konzen. She’d only been able to retrieve parts of their souls. Furling science said reincarnation was possible, but it could take centuries.
To a man, the First Unit had sworn it didn’t matter. They’d serve her, and wait.
“After all,” Rikuou had grinned at her, centuries ago, flipping back newly red hair, “General Kenren said Goku was like a son. How could we abandon the kid now?”
I love those guys, Kanzeon thought fondly, watching Hakkai approach Rikuou now and gently persuade him to allow Sanzo’s bunch a glimpse of an armory. She could almost taste the mingled shock and glee in the unit commander’s soul; so close to those he’d cared for, and yet so far.
Half-closing her eyes, she reached out for the sense of Rikuou and the others.
:Alive, they’re alive,: Rikuou sighed in relief. :Konzen has a gun? And looks like he knows what he’s doing with the grenades, this is going to be scary-awesome….:
:Aww, Goku’s up to our shoulders now!: Yuutetsu was hiding a grin. :Looks pretty sane, whew, let’s not mess with that. Those records of the throne room are scary….:
Jyouei was almost dancing. :The Field Marshal’s robbing our grenade bin. Heeee!: