When he finished reading, Jigano closed the manuscript thoughtfully. He tapped a short, manicured nail against the table for several long minutes, lost in thought as he added the information to what he had already learned. Scalpels and needles rather than swords and spears. Stealth and guile over strength of arms. It was unexpected, what he had learned, but perhaps not so surprising.
Well. Some of it was, in a macabre sort of way. He grimaced slightly, lifting the journal carefully and carrying it to his office. It was being added to the collection of those which would not be loaned out, the information sensitive enough that he worried about the flames it might fan if it did. It only strengthened the resolve he had found to pledge himself at the shrine, however, and his expression was grim when he left the office and locked the door firmly behind him, collecting Isuma and heading back upstairs. He wasn't sure who he should share the information with yet...
But he knew who he wouldn't tell. Not anytime soon, at least.
Well. Some of it was, in a macabre sort of way. He grimaced slightly, lifting the journal carefully and carrying it to his office. It was being added to the collection of those which would not be loaned out, the information sensitive enough that he worried about the flames it might fan if it did. It only strengthened the resolve he had found to pledge himself at the shrine, however, and his expression was grim when he left the office and locked the door firmly behind him, collecting Isuma and heading back upstairs. He wasn't sure who he should share the information with yet...
But he knew who he wouldn't tell. Not anytime soon, at least.
