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However, even after watching the one called Carver confront multiple Hun’Sho with that same question in Ancient Hunese, a definitive answer was never achieved.

But that was informative enough, in its own way.

His ancestors had driven their brethren to the brink of extinction, after all. And given their agelessness, it was highly likely that many of these Hun’Sho, if not all, had actually lived through it. When he realized that, Royo was no longer surprised by their behavior. Only annoyed.

Pure petulance. Refusing to speak to them would resolve nothing.

And so it was that, eventually, Royo ceased his futile and irritating attempts to cultivate a relationship with the Hun’Sho, instead deciding to focus on the Senmurai.

He was not the only Hun’Kui to want to do so, however. He observed one of the others attempt to make contact with him, but the Senmurai apparently did not speak Hunese. Royo wondered if his ghost could not translate for him, or if perhaps said ghost was simply preoccupied at the time. Unlike the other superhumans, the Senmurai spent more time on his own, away from his ghost, leaving Royo to wonder why. And at length, his curiosity could bear it no longer.

Standing in the middle of Himmekel, before its towering lavafall and beneath an archway of glimmering black rock, Royo Raju approached the Senmurai.

“Hello,” said Royo in Mohssian.

The Senmurai was expectedly surprised, judging from his delayed response. “...Hello.”

Royo waited for the obvious question to arrive.

“...You speak Mohssian?”

“Yes,” said Royo. “I apologize for keeping it a secret. I was not certain I could trust any of you.”

“That’s... understandable.”

“I am glad you think so.”

Silence arrived.

This, too, was as expected.

“...If I might ask,” said Royo, “why do you keep coming here alone?”

The Senmurai’s armor shifted visibly and sizzled. “This is a good place to train. The extra heat makes it more difficult.”

Training? Truth be told, Royo did not know much about the powers that the superhumans possessed. For some reason, the thought had never entered his mind that they, too, should have to hone their abilities.

How curious.

“If that is the case,” said Royo, “then why do the others not train with you?”

“...They don’t really need to. Not as much as I do, anyway.”

“They are more concerned about finding the Sosho’Diyu than you are, it would seem.”

“I don’t know about that...”

“Oh? You are interested in it as well?”

“Of course. Kinda hard not to be.”

“Heh. I was beginning to think that the Senmurai was immune to such worldly desires.”

The Senmurai paused. “I keep hearing that word. S-Senmurai? What does that mean?”

“Ah...” Royo had to stop and think about it. The meaning of the name had always been clear to him, but trying to impart that meaning into a different language was not so easy. “In Mohssian... it would roughly mean Knight of the Mist.”