You find yourself in a small, dark room. You feel pressed against what feels to be rolls of fabric? No, not exactly a room, a linen closet maybe?
You're not alone, either. It's hard to see, but there is someone with you. Crystal blue irises stand out in the darkness, and what seems like a bright head of hair. Anaguma, it has to be, but...smaller and blonder than before? Younger.
Muffled voices can be heard from the outside. Young Anaguma seems to have an ear against to what must be the door, eavesdropping. You attempt to position yourself comfortably in the crowded space and listen in as well. Two men are arguing.
"...can't be serious, Soujirou."
"'Tis my decision to make. I am its guardian."
"His guardian. But we, myself included, are his servants. I will support whatever your decision may be, but they will not."
"Then what would you have me do, Tanzan? No matter the outcome, I would invite dishonour upon myself."
You hear an audible sigh. "Kazuma..."
"...is a very studious boy, yes." The man named Soujirou finishing Tanzan's sentence. "He would grow to be the embodiment of a shinobi's ideals should he continue on his path. But Otonabe does not call to Kazuma, Tanzan. It--he calls to Anaguma. To bestow Otonabe to Kazuma dishonours him and the memory of my clan and master. Should he go to Anaguma...'tis an insult to you, Kazuma, Nodoka, Hiro, Matsuba--everyone."
Deafening silence everywhere. Anaguma fidgets uncomfortably beside you. The room seems to sway gently, and you hear the sound of wood creaking. Could you be on a boat?
"We both love Anaguma like he were our own but...why does ancestor Otonabe call to a Garlean boy?"
"...I know not why."
"Hm. I am no onmyoji but there are stories of bonds between men and kami, surely you've heard them. Perhaps having him remain in Kazuma's presence may create such a bond? You would dishonour no one should your ancestor simply change his mind."
"Perhaps. I will meditate on the matter..." You hear a chair creak along the floorboards "...but we will speak of this another time, the boys have their next lesson shortly."
You hear Soujirou's footsteps grow quieter and quieter. The darkness begins to distort as you withdraw from the memory and return to the present day.