A/N: I know I left you guys in a cliffhanger last chapter, and it's been almost three months, but I must say it was not my intention and it could have been worse. Anyone else read the new Bleach chapter?

"To think," the man, the Being began languidly as he walked on the lake with resounding steps. "I would someday awaken after all these eons."

Ichigo tensed, his jaw clenching as he focused on breathing to even out his erratically beating heart. This should not be possible, it doesn't make sense. Back in Ichigo's original timeline, in the Universe that will never be and has never been this person had been long brain dead and nothing they could have done would have changed that.

Once, and only once, he had asked Kisuke about it. The man had gone still when he had long ago forsaken any sort of rest to his inventions and strategies as if stopping would mean he could never start again and given Ichigo a frankly bone chilling gaze. It had been obvious at the time, that the man who currently stood in front of him could have easily been a heartless assassin -something Ichigo had not been able to see when Kisuke had first told him tidbits of his dark past- as if the knowledge was both too heavy to bear and yet too little was known.

Back then he had been oblivious, and while he doesn't regret knowing what he does, he also feels he could have slept better at night without the information too. After all, who would like to know that no matter how much you pray or how you scream yourself hoarse to the heavens, there will be no God to answer your devotion or condemnation. He knows now, that the Spirit King had long since fallen into deep slumber even before the first Quincy War.

The Spirit King, the Linchpin of the Worlds, the God of Creation, the Overseer of Everything, His Holiness, The God; for all intents and purposes dead now stood before him as if he were actually real.

"You're impossible." Ichigo breathed out almost like a damnation, but before he could think to correct himself, the Spirit King laughed as if Ichigo had said a particularly funny joke.

"Like you then, little Apostle." He accused back. "Two impossible beings standing in the brink of reality with no lies between us. What more could you ask for?"

Ichigo twitched at the weird moniker but let it slide as the least important of them all. "You're not an illusion." He asked asserted. "So why are we here?"

The Spirit King smiled a sad and almost gentle smile before gesturing around them as if that were all the explanation he needed to give. "You woke me up, why wouldn't I want to meet you?"

The orange head mulled these words over as he tried to understand where this was going. He had very obviously not awakened the Spirit King that he knew of, and even if he had thought to do so, he would have considered it a lost cause.

"I didn't." he confided. "I didn't know you could awaken."

The being hummed in agreement as he walked with no pattern over the reflective lake. Each step he took seemed to distort the starry sky for only a brief moment, almost as if he weren't even there and this weird place was catching up to that fact. "I will admit, I didn't think I would ever awaken again either. I was almost sure I was too far gone into maintaining the balance of the worlds to be conscious anymore, even in my mindscape." He paused, and his gaze flittered up to give Ichigo a piercing gaze that would have sent a lesser man scurrying. "But then, a spark ignited my consciousness, and while I can't physically wake up, I can be awake in here."

Ichigo blinked in shock as the honestly baffling story sinked in. Apparently, while centuries into the future awakening the Spirit King was impossible, it was still possible here in Ichigo's now present. Did that mean the being could fully awaken and take control as he should? Was it even possible?

"I know what you're thinking." The being's voice cut in and Ichigo instinctively twitched. "But no, I can never fully awaken again."

He took a breath again, and Ichigo tried to calm himself down and think as rationally as possible. Seriously, this is the first time in arguably eons, that he feels so utterly wrong footed. "Firstly, don't read my mind." Ichigo demanded. "Second, if only a spark of my reiatsu awakened your consciousness, then why wouldn't more of my reiatsu help you wake up in the outside world? And third, I've used reiatsu in the past, I mean, I'm a Shinigami, I use my reiatsu all the time but only now you're awake?"

"Hm," the being mused, his steps halting as he turned to once more stare Ichigo in the eye. "Let's go in reverse order here seeing as the first of your points is the most… intriguing."

Ichigo asked the heavens for patience when dealing with this man. How could it be that a simple request to not read his mind was the most complicated of the lot?

"You answered your own question, little Messenger. You've been playing Shinigami this entire time; do you think something as simple as pure Shinigami reiatsu could trigger my consciousness? I would have been awake a long time ago if that was the case!" the being cackled, his honestly baffling demeanor only making this exchange even more bizarre for Ichigo. "To answer the second point, I must first confirm if you know why I have been dormant all these years."

The orange head felt his hackles rising involuntarily as he thought back to what Kisuke had told him and what he had learnt himself as the Head of the Most Great and Noble Clan of Shiba. Kisuke had been right, the Spirit King had been sealed in stasis about a couple decades before the first Quincy War, and while that fact had been true, the full information had not been for Kisuke to know and so even as resourceful and nosy as the blonde was, he never actually knew.

"To support the worlds and balance the cycle of souls." Ichigo began stoically. "Because you made a mistake and used up too much of your reiatsu -your divinity." He accused.

The Spirit King's earlier countenance blanked, and his eerie black eyes would have been terrifying under any other circumstances. "If you were anyone else, I would say you don't understand. But I believe, if there is anyone out there who comes close, it would be you, Apostle."

There was that word again, that Title. Ichigo had gained many monikers over the years in his previous life as Kurosaki Ichigo, Ryoka turned ally turned Captain -and he had gotten many more in this life as Shiba Ichigo- but he had never, never been called this one.

"So, you admit making Ywach was a mistake?" he asks instead, because getting off track would only make this conversation go nowhere.

The being quirked a teethless grin that bordered on insanity. "I made a mistake. Whether making that Childe was a mistake or not, I shan't confirm." He stated with finality, the topic closed and sealed as if it had been written into the universe that it would not be brought up again. "Even if you were to give me all your balanced reiatsu right now, Envoy Shiba Ichigo, I would only awaken for no more than 5 minutes in the real world."

"What?!" Ichigo squawked in almost-but-not-quite indignation. He had a lot of reiatsu, and the Spirit King was telling him that everything he had would be utterly insignificant.

He cackled again, obviously enjoying rattling the orange head as if it were a particularly funny game. "Don't feel insufficient Apostle. You may have a lot of reiatsu in you, but even I cannot absorb it all in one go. If you threw everything you had at me and fell into a reiatsu loss coma until you recuperated, I would only absorb maybe 13% of it."

Ichigo sweat dropped at that assessment. What a cursed number.

"What if I sent you reiatsu in smaller doses? That way you could absorb it and I wouldn't be crippled." He asked.

The Spirit King shook his head. "Not going to work. Any excess reiatsu I have goes into the Balance of the Worlds. I couldn't stack up the power even if I wanted to. The only reason why it would work for five minutes if you gave me that 13%, is because it would be an immediate usage without time to let the worlds take it instead. Awakening is tough on my vessel- my body too, waking up five minutes every day or so would wear me out even further. No, I can't wake in the walking world -I shouldn't."

Well that plan is a bust. While Ichigo couldn't care less if the Spirit King was awake or not, it would have made things much easier. For one, that pesky Central 46 could be annulled maybe. It would be a dream come true for Ichigo at least, but 5 minutes was not enough to do something like that and it didn't seem like he had reiatsu to spare to just smite them from the heavens or something.

"Now," the Spirit King's voice broke Ichigo from his musing and he turned back to look at the being as he knelt and dipped a hand into the lake they were still standing on. "back to the first of your points. I am happy to inform you, that I am literally not able to read your mind."

Ichigo furrowed his brows as he watched the being twirl nonsense patterns in the water, the reflections of the stars distorted with his movements, and Ichigo could have sworn he saw little fish under the lake. "You're a God. I was under the impression you could do it."

"I can." The Spirit King asserted. "But you, little Apostle, are beyond my reach and outside my purview."

"Why do you call me that?" Ichigo interjected, honestly it was getting slightly annoying.

The being lent forward, an almost maniac glee reflected in his smile if not his black eyes. "Because that is what you are little Shiba. One who was sent off. An Apostle, or Messenger, or Ambassador, or Envoy. It's all the same in the end."

Ichigo groaned as he passed his fingers through his hair. He was getting a headache in his literal mind, how was that possible?

"Do you know what Apostle means?" He asked. "I'll tell you. Apostle came from Greek. Απόστολος, literally 'one who is sent off'. The purpose of such sending off is usually to convey a message, and thus "messenger" is a common alternative translation too."

"But that," Ichigo stammered, feeling unsure of himself. "I don't understand."

"You are outside of my purview, so I can't see you and know your story, but there are facts left there that I can gleam because I was meant to do so." The Spirit King elaborated vaguely. "Do you remember; that day you were sent off?"

Ichigo felt his breath hitch in his chest as a smell of burnt flesh, blood and fire assaulted his nose. As flashes of corpses and rubble littering the entire worlds blinded his vision of the mindscape they stood in. The explosions in the background made his ears ring as he tried to strain himself and hear the cries of help so he could reach and-

"There is no time, it's not stable enough to last any longer, I'm not even sure it will work. Be careful and promise me you'll find a way to fix this mess."

He choked on the next breath.

Kisuke had, he had- why had he-?

"I have a backup, one would say." The Spirit King's voice resounded and Ichigo felt the beautiful mindscape fold in around him until he was once again standing in front of the knelt Being. "I can't use it, but in case of irreversible catastrophe, it triggers and aligns things." He revealed, his tone soft as a whisper as if he were telling a secret never to be told. "I don't know what exactly happened, but that echo is in you. Whatever happened in the future, my failsafe was activated and everything that could have gone wrong was nulled to make sure what needed to be done happened." His eyes turned up from the patterns in the water to stare up at Ichigo as if he were an illusion. "It brought you here. Someone not under my purview who has yet to be born arriving amidst the crying heavens like a gift from a God in a far away land."

One who is sent off.

Ichigo bit his lip as all this information swirled in his mind. Kisuke hadn't known it would work, and maybe it really wouldn't have except… divine intervention was one way of putting it.

"You call me Apostle." Ichigo spoke up. "Apostle of what?"

The Spirit King laughed and laughed so much Ichigo was sure the being would sink into the lake. Seriously, he was getting on his nerves. "What else would you be an Apostle of? Think of the universe you hail from! An Apostle of War."

#24#

Shunsui watched as Retsu-senpai pressed a hand enveloped in a pale green glow to Ichigo's chest and focused on the way the Orange head continued to breath in, however slowly it may be. Frankly, focusing on the way Ichigo continued to take in air reminded him to inhale and exhale. Shunsui had never seen his friend like this, and while Jūshirō sometimes gets bedridden to the point where he can't really get up from bed, he hardly ever loses conscious like Ichigo had done earlier today.

"How is he Senpai?" Jūshirō asked from his seat next to Shunsui. He also looked paler than usual, and while any other day Shunsui would insist the white haired man rest, this time the pallor had nothing to do with Jῡshirō's illness.

Retsu-senpai hummed in thought before she moved her palm to Ichigo's forehead one last time and then settling back in Seiza across from the two with the orange head in his futon between them.

"This is peculiar." She began calmly. "On the outside it looks like he's coming down with a bad cold; usually our high reiatsu means we don't get common sickness but…"

"But?" Shunsui pressed, his patience wanning after so long without answers.

"But." Retsu-senpai stressed the word, her eyes flickering up to give Shunsui a disapproving glower that had him instantly shrinking into himself. "His reiatsu is oddly low for him, as if he had expended most of it only recently but the facts don't add up either." She frowned, and Shunsui felt he was justified when he shuffled back a bit. "I checked the entire Hueco Mundo team once they arrived at dawn, he seemed perfectly fine then. I can't find anything wrong with him, besides his low reiatsu and fever." She turned her gaze to look up at a nervous retainer who stood in the corner of the room worrying her lower lip as her gaze stayed glued to Ichigo. "He will need constant supervision to monitor his fever. If to goes up, call for me. If anything changes, call for me. Either way I will return tomorrow morning to asses him again."

The retainer straightened, her jittery emotions smoothing over now that she had instructions to follow. She bowed to the waist and promised. "We will follow your words, Unohana-taicho. I will let Daisuke know once he arrives. He is Ichigo-sama's main retainer."

"Good." Retsu-senpai nodded. "I can always count on the retainers to follow medical advise when it comes to your charge."

The retainer straightened up and gave a nervous smile. "Of course Unohana-Taicho. Ichigo-sama will be taken care of."

Retsu-senpai smiled and stood to take her leave, her gaze flickering to Ichigo before quickly moving to the two of them. "Take care of yourselves as well. It would not do to have more captains collapse."

Shunsui sweat drops as Jūshirō stifles a laugh which only makes it sound like an aborted cough. Honestly, it seemed like Retsu-senpai would forever treat them like kids.

She smiled again, and without a by your leave strode out the room.

Shunsui was just relaxing now that the kind fourth squad captain had left, taking her overbearing presence with her when multiple crashes, what sounded like a ripping of rice paper and cracks of floorboards met his ears which had him instantly tensing up again.

That would be Wataru, Yasahiro and Daisuke. Shunsui had wondered if they would -literally- come crashing into Retsu-senpai's check up and earn her ire. Looks like they had avoided that catastrophe by the skin of their teeth.

#24#

"I don't like it." Ichigo told him in no uncertain terms.

The Spirit King hummed, his twirling fingers changing the mirror image in the lake on a whim. "You don't have to like it for it to be real. It's a fact, and even if I wanted to, you are outside of my purview, remember?"

Ichigo twitched at that, feeling like the more the conversation went on, the less it made sense. "And what does that even mean."

"I can't see the future anymore." The Spirit King admitted. "You're mere presence clouds it because I can't see you. I don't know what you can do, I don't know what you will do and I can't effect what you do either. You're a being from another God, and even if that God is a version of me, that means I can't touch you."

"But-" Ichigo stammered, a ringing in his ears making him feel lightheaded. "But I'm just- It's just me; just one person. How can that- how can I -"

"Right now, Shiba Ichigo -Little Apostle of War- you can see more into the future then I can. I don't know if what you have changed is for the better or the worse, and while if I were conscious at the time, I could at least have a passing knowledge of how the future would pan out before you arrived, I haven't been conscious, and that means that I don't know the future anymore -perhaps I never really knew it to begin with." The Spirit King explained calmly as if this were affecting someone else and not him.

"Did you know this would happen?" Ichigo asked him. "Or well… did the Other you know this would happen?"

The Spirit King's eerie black eyes stared into through him before answering. "Yes, it is one of those messages left in your soul. He knew and did it anyway."

"Why?" Ichigo choked out.

The Spirit King stopped his playful twirls in the water for a second before he seemed to brace himself and slowly splayed his fingers as if reaching for something. Before Ichigo could ask again, a black nothingness expanded from his hand as if eating the beautiful cloudy and starry reflection of the lake and Ichigo took a step back, uncertain of what was going on but the darkness stopped a couple feet away from him before he could do anything else.

"Desperation."

#24#

"Good Morning Ji-sama." Yasahiro greeted in a cheery tone that was only slightly forced. "The sowing of the vegetable fields started yesterda, I hope I did a good job on that one. Daisuke says it's very similar to what we have done in previous years, so I think it's okay, though I wish I could have asked for your opinion on it." He paused, his eyes flickering to the vases of flowers arranged on most of the furniture of the room before he concentrated once more on the unconscious orange head. "Wataru-ji somehow hasn't burnt down the 10th. I think that speaks more of Daisuke's competence, but don't tell him I said that."

A creek of wood had Yasahiro turning up to look outside the room and towards the garden he could see through the open Shoji doors. They had decided to leave them open so fresh air could come in for a couple hours a day and Unohana-taicho had okayed it. When he had first been told that Ichi-Ji had collapsed, he had thought something had gone wrong with the mission, but that hypothesis had quickly been discarded once he had been told the full story.

"Isshin and Sosuke are at work right now, and while I know both have been given permission to leave early, they seem to be working even more. I swear they think that if- when you wake up and found out they were 'slacking' you would be disappointed." He continued, the mundane recount of the going on helping him to focus on anything but the fact that Ichi-Ji had been unconscious for three days already. "Mei-basama has helped me on some Clan Head matters. I think she actually did whack Elder Shichiro over the head the other day with her tabi; I thought you were joking when you said she would do it!"

Nothing. If Ich-ji were awake right now, Yasahiro could almost imagine the teasing smirk that would curl his mouth and the way he would ruffle his hair as if he were still a child and not catching up to Ichigo's physical age already.

"Wake up?" he pleaded.

#24#

"Did you think Gods don't despair?" The Spirit King asked, almost curious and not accusing. "We have our own limitations, vast although they may seem."

"There are other Gods?" Ichigo asked instead, not needing to answer to know the God knew what he meant anyways. No, of course he didn't think Gods despaired.

The man gave a melancholic expression as he closed his hand into a fist and the blackness in the lake reseeded. "Once, so long ago it's like a dream. Time doesn't pass the same for us Gods you know."

"You continue to say us." The orange head pointed out. "Gods, Our, Us. That's plural. I thought other Gods no longer existed."

The Spirit King chuckled as he turned up to Ichigo. "Little Apostle, whether you feel like it or not, you are a God. Not The God, but a God. At least, that's the closest label I have for you." The being smiled as Ichigo spluttered in the background before focusing back on the water. "You are above my notice as a being outside my purview. You have lineage from all races of the world as a God should -progenitors of the worlds as we are. You're reiatsu may not be a match for mine just yet, but you have so much time, you may someday reach it."

"I can't be a God." Ichigo denied vehemently. "I'm not."

The Spirit King nodded; his expression not unkind but also not sympathetic. "True, you really aren't a God, but I do not think there is a word in any language that can be used to describe you."

"And God is the closest you could choose from?" Ichigo asked dubiously.

"Well, a God is any supernatural being who is controlling some part of the world, or some aspect of life, or who is the personification of a force. With your… controlling of the future, you certainly fit the definition." He explained.

"Then the Shinigami as a whole would apply." Ichigo denied vehemently, this is ridiculous.

The Spirit King shook his head. "A God is also not under any other being; and whether you or I like it or not, as the only God left, you do not fall under my purview which means you kind of are a God." The being sighed, as if Ichigo was the one being unreasonable. "But fine, do as you like little Apostle. It doesn't matter what you are called, only what you are and that can never change."

Ichigo rolled his eyes, but let his shoulders untense anyways. "Finally, something we can agree on."

#24#

"Ichi-ji, you will never believe what Sōsuke and I found Yasahiro doing the other day!" Isshin exclaimed excitedly, almost bouncing where he sat cross legged on the other side of the futon from Sōsuke. Honestly, he should have just come visit Ichigo-sama on his own if he had to put up with Isshin's boisterous cheer.

"Lower your voice Isshin." Sōsuke reminded the other. "Ichigo-sama shouldn't be waking up to your yells."

Isshin chuckled nervously as he scratched the back of his head. "Sorry."

Sōsuke sighed but didn't deign an answer. He focused his attention on the laying orange head and wondered, not for the first time, when Ichigo-sama would awaken. It was almost uncanny to see this strong individual look ill, and while his fever had at least diminished, the man still looked paler than usual and he was still running a slight fever. Today marked a whole week since the man had collapsed, and Sōsuke didn't need to be a genius to see how the usually rowdy Shiba Clan was starting to be affected by their Clan Head's situation.

It was baffling at times, to see how utterly loved a single individual could be.

"-walking down the engawa over on the south wing of the Main Compound." Isshin's voice broke him from his pensive state, and he turned back to look at his friend. "We found Hiro-chan and Miku-chan sitting under Granpa Ryōtarō's Elm tree! I swear they've been talking a lot more lately, maybe she's Hiro-chan's girlfriend~"

Someone squawked from the open shoji doors, and he wasn't really surprised to see Yasahiro standing there with a blush several shades dark and an indignant expression on his face. Isshin had the worst of luck, Sōsuke would have been more surprised if this conversation didn't get back to Yasahiro somehow.

Isshin scrambled upright with a nervous smile and before he could say anything, he was tackled, and the duo fell with an oomph. Sōsuke watched the twins wrestle on the patch of grass outside the room, their frames tense and their mock scuffle more for show than anything as their actions were unable to hide the underlying worry that seemed to hang over everyone.

He turned away from the two, focused his eyes on the steady breaths the orange head continued to give and mimicked it. He's still alive, it's fine.

It's not.

#24#

"You should return." The Spirit King said out of nowhere in a tone that sounded impassive. "You have been gone for too long. I thought my letter would have reached you and you would be ready for my call but that wasn't the case. Because I pulled you in without your know, you were unable to regulate your time."

Ichigo did a double take at this information. "My… time."

The being gave a rueful smile. "I told you remember? Time does not affect us the same way other mundane beings do. You may feel it's only been an hour, but much longer has passed on the outside."

The Outside.

Oh no, the Outside!

"How long has it been?" Ichigo asked, a nervous ball settling in his stomach as he thought of everyone's reaction and how long he had been gone. "A couple hours? A day?"

He hummed, poking the lake as if it held the answers to the universe before looking back up. "Two weeks I believe."

Ichigo felt his heart plummet. "Two weeks?"

"Give or take."

"How do I leave?" Ichigo asked almost desperately. "I can't be here any longer. I need to-"

He reeled back in shock when all of a sudden the Spirit King was right in his face as if he had always been there. "Take a step back little Apostle, and fall over the edge and back into the waking world. You may feel drained a while, being here at the edge of reality takes a lot out of even us."

Ichigo felt his heart hammering in his chest as he unconsciously took a physical step back to get away from the being and felt his feet catch nothing and he was falling.

Falling, falling and fallinguntil.

Wake up.

#24#

Ichigo felt his inhale stutter inside hi chest as he snapped his eyes open and found the ceiling of his room staring back at him. He was laying on his futon, and two of the shoji doors facing the inner garden were open letting in a fresh smell of oak and autumn that had him relaxing. He's not in that encompassing everything he had been in before, he was back to reality and even just the smell of his compound had him feeling at ease.

It was a bit quiet though, and from the looks of it, right now was supposed to be some of the noisiest times of the day but he could only vaguely hear movement in the building and only when he strained himself. What kind of alternate universe had he been dropped into to find a silent Shiba compound.

No one else was in the room with him, so with a slight grunt he sat up so he could better observe his surroundings and find out how long it had really been. The movement made his head pound the slightest, and as he straightened, a wet cloth that had likely been on his forehead fell to his lap. He found his room absolutely covered in flowers, but before he could do more than blink in puzzlement, he felt his head flare up in pain and all but curled into himself to steady the pounding that he swore he could feel everywhere.

"You should not have gotten up." A kind yet reproachful voice cut into his agony as he felt a hand settle between his shoulder blades with a cold and yet warm sensation. "Let's lay back, shall we Ichigo?"

Honestly, the voice could have thrown him over their shoulder like a sack of potatoes and Ichigo would not have been able to find the energy to protest so it was no surprise that he found himself being guided back onto the futon and he was finally able to focus on the face of the person who had spoken.

It was a bit hazy at first, but after a couple blinks he was able to put a name to his helper. "Retsu-senpai?" he asked dazedly.

She nodded, and Ichigo saw her lips move but no sound came out before he took another breath, focused on rhythmic feeling of his reiatsu and tried again.

"Retsu-senpai." This time his voice was steadier, and while she didn't nod again, she either repeated her earlier question or asked a new one that he could finally focus on.

"Please tell me what you can feel." She sounded as composed as ever, but Ichigo could tell, if only due to so many centuries of knowing her, that she was hiding her worry under her healer demeanor.

"My head feels fuzzy." He answered her question, knowing that he would not get any answers of his own until she had hers. "I also feel… heavier- sluggish."

"As expected." She replied back kindly. "You also still have your fever, though it has gone down from what you had originally. It's a good sign that you're awake."

Ichigo took another breath as he took in her words. He wondered what everyone had thought he had or what had happened between his time… away.

"You've been unconscious for shy of 20 days, there will be many people happy to hear you have awoken."

Wow, he really had been away for more than 2 weeks. Curse the Spirit King and his impatient attitude.

Suddenly a thought came to mind, and he felt himself go pale as a horrifying realization dawned on him. He turned to Retsu-senpai who was observing him with a smile that looked like lilies but spoke of damnation.

"The paperwork." He breathed, the words almost strangled out of his throat.

Her smile twitched, the expression closer to her Kenpachi persona than her other one. "I have it on great authority, that both lieutenant Wataru-kun and your Heir Yasahiro-kun, have been doing a splendid job."

Ichigo felt a chill go down his spine that had nothing to do with his apparent fever. Well, that meant that Ichigo was literally stuck to this bed for however long Retsu-senpai thought he needed and probably even more. He wasn't sure who he would have a harder time convincing, Retsu-senpai, his Clan, his best friends or the brats that he was fine.

"By the Spirit King." He swore, more vehemently than ever before now that he knew the asshole personally.

He deserved it.

To be continued…

Decree# 3 of Shiba Life: Don't speak of the decrees outside of the Shiba family. Exceptions are made for honorary members.

Decree# 42 of Shiba Life: The answer (When in doubt).

Decree# 73 of Shiba Life: Donkeys cannot be kept in any of the bathing facilities. (by Dream_En AO3)

Decree# 98 of Shiba Life: Cursing by the Spirit King is only allowed when you really mean it.

A/N: I wonder if anyone got the reference on Decree# 42.