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Kusuriyuri nodded. "It was terrible," he agreed. "What could this one do but proceed. There was something, but it had to be drawn out and the way to draw it out was to continue with the game. Each of the suitors were a part of it, their desire feeding into the hunger of the thing that had drawn them. Another battle, this time it was to the suitors to name the scents this one prepared for them." A slight smirk curved his lips. "The scent of their sins, the scent of death, drew their confessions." He picked up his tea cup. "None of them were alive, only memories, an illusion to draw in more to feed the monster behind them. They were part of the nue. The nue was created by the toudaiji, its pride turning it into a monster."