“Oh right. I have a daughter,” said Sekirai absent-mindedly as he greeted a random stranger. He was late for a meeting with his own daughter, Maya, at WcDonald’s. Very late. Like 30 minutes late. Like what-kind-of-a-father-are-you kind of late. In any case, he was late.
And he asked Maya if she bought him a cheeseburger.
“So what do you think about this ‘MomoMask’ person," asked Maya while trying hard to make a calm face.
Sekirai replied, “well it’s nice and all that someone still upholds the masked tradition of Momoyuri.”
Maya sighed. She knew there was no masked tradition in Momoyuri until now. “Do you know who he is? I mean some people say it’s Elijah McGreen.”
“Elijah?” Sekirai exclaimed, “It can’t be! I mean he doesn’t look like Elijah to me. Maybe it’s you!”
“What? Me?” Maya shouted, “How can it be me? I mean I’m a girl, and Momomask is a guy. I have black hair, he has blond hair.”
Sekirai replied, “Ah! But haven’t you heard of buying wigs? Also, you could have easily hidden the cape!”
“Well, you have a cape,” Maya pointed out.
“I’m different. I am the night…”
And so, once again, Sekirai glides through the night, striking palms to the faces of his family members. He strikes confusion among all the inhabitants of DesCha East. And so, the legend of Sekirai continues.
- written by Aenthin for Sekirai Miyamuri