"We have been told that our forefathers could talk with the kami, to call upon them and indeed, hear them. Alas, we have lost the ability to do so. Hence,
still." he shrugged, seeming a bit lost. "Why it is like that, I do not know." Dong-Ha brought up one of his brooches again. "And yes, that is to say that there are no kami in the lands beyond. The legends specify this is why Iuchi-shiryo gleamed the magic of meishodo from the City of Sorcerers, to give us something to defend yourself with. And with his lessons, we have managed." He was kind of curious to figure out how different their magics actually were.
Seeing her interest in the topic, he continued. "Our understanding is that, the kami are intermediaries between the living and the elements. However, without kami, one cannot command the elements. That is, unless one has access to the wisdom of meishodo. Or that's how I have been taught." He let the brooch he had been holding fall from his fingers.
"As for the others, I cannot tell. I haven't heard of anyone who'd started hearing voices." Well, there was actually one uncle, but Dong-Ha was rather certain that the voices that prompted the man howl at trees were not the sacred kami Hotaru was talking about.
He picked up the piece of
amber she had mentioned. "This is made from a fragment of a larger chunk my father traded from the
Yodotai. I think he gave them two wolf skins in return?" He had no idea what that meant in koku. "This one lets me touch an object... and see who it belongs to... to see its history. Convenient when you find a something in a camp and don't know who it belongs to."
A slight concerned frown crept on his face as she chuckled. "You are not feeling sick, are you?"