"A switch!" Tenpou's mouth fell open. "Which means that the youkai are in heaven now. In your bodies."

The sergeant lifted a brow, his arms folding over his stout form. "I wouldn't exactly say now. Five hundred years have passed after all...who knows what could have happened already. We were hoping that you were able to do something about it. Apparently, you seem to be stuck in the same situation."

It seemed a waste of time to explain his own situation. It was irrelevant, There were more important matters at hand. "How do I get back?"

"Now?" asked Gen.

"Now. Right now. This very moment! Please tell me you figured out a way to do this." He was near begging.

"We did, but it was too late. Our bodies were already dead. Too late for us, not that we could have done it while alive. As you can see, this lake is a giant mirror- a mirror to heaven as the locals call it. But to be practical, call it a teleportation mechanism for souls as long as there are receptacle bodies that can facilitate them. Hence the need for a 'switch'." the sides of his mouth turned down as Gen stroked his beard thoughtfully. "But to activate it, a great surge of power is necessary. Do you have that?"

Tenpou remembered the mirror in his hotel room. The earcuffs. Yes, that's it!

"I think I do."

"Then we can proceed."

I'm sorry, Kanzeon sama, but a week is too much for me.

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