These days, Fox Mountain has been monitoring Miyamoto Rokuzo, but the fox apprentices haven't detected any issues.
Bai Mo occasionally glances at the surveillance footage but hasn't noticed anything amiss.
Yet...
"Isn't there something off about their dance?
"So many people, spinning in circles, their necks and heads swaying like snakes.
"It could be described as a dance venerating serpentine deities.
"But it could also be... are they swinging their necks and faces, looking at something? Searching for something? Searching for a particular angle?"
Not entirely sure, Bai Mo lays back in his chair with his apprentice, closes his eyes, and shifts his perspective towards the Fire Toad, temporarily focusing on the Cyan Dragon Pan Temple.
...
Amid the melodious sound of the Shakuhachi, men and women are dancing in circles, twisting their necks like serpents, their eyes darting everywhere.
These ninjas, witches, wandering samurai, and yin-yang masters... aren't feeling too good.
