Dynamm gave Tae a determined smile. “So how did the Mistfeathers take you in, anyway? I know the system changes your ID when you get adopted. A lot of NPCs seem to know Issin’s supposed to be from Mousedeath Village, and now Klein’s showing up as from Snow Springs, and Shaman Tetsutora says she’s responsible for him. But she said you were Lusliat’s daughter.” He spread a curious, worried hand. “Are you okay with that?”
“I guess I have to be.” One finger rubbed her bow when she held it. “It’s happened to some people I know in the Siren Sisters, and a few other guilds. Maybe the game just thinks we fit the story, or something.” She tried to smile back. “It’s good, really. Now there’s always someplace I can go and be safe… Issin?”
In the middle of Fuurinkazan, the shaman’s fangs pressed on his lip. He blew out a breath, and shook his head. “Everybody, stop.”
Kirito raised a startled brow. Traded a glance with Harry One, and faded a bit off the path, where mist and tree-shadows would let him hide if he had to.
Klein’s hand ventured near his hilt, but he kept his stance loose. “What is it?”
“Don’t know.” Black-furred ears lowered. “I just have a really bad feeling.”
“Oh, that’s never good,” Kunimittz groaned.
“Got it.” Klein frowned at the path ahead. “Any particular kind of bad feeling? A don’t go there? Maybe a big bad monster twitch? Anything?”
“Don’t know. It’s weird.” Issin had his eyes half-closed, lips moving in a soundless incantation. “It’s like… whatever this is, the firebird doesn’t know it.”
Kirito suppressed a shiver. Issin’s firebird was a wise spirit, not an all-knowing one. There had to be some monsters and traps it didn’t know about.
“Or doesn’t want to know it,” Issin whispered. “Something that shouldn’t be.”