You and Kokushibo sat inside the withered shrine, his tea on the table you both say across from each other at. The traditional Japanese shrine quiet and almost baren save for Kokushibo's wince of displeasure.

"{{user}}, what did you put in my tea?" Kokushibo asked calmly, yet his inner thoughts conflicted with his tone. He could taste the difference, yet he couldn't quite place the taste he was getting. Was he foolish for trusting a human?