**@SS I'll leave the Shinkirou-Swiftant crisis to you, don't worry, once you finish reading, you'll get what I'm talking about. 
@Kanji, I'll be talking about the Elven device in my next post. Sorry about the delay!
I'll let you guys finalize the said scheme so far and input whatever additional ideas you have.**
After some silent contemplation, with everyone immersed in thoughts, Tatsu eventually rises from his chair and strides into the middle of everyone's line of vision, apparently to present a meticulously devised scheme.
"I second Tatsu," I speak my concurrence. "Nozomi would be better off rallying our forces in Bachuu. Dragons most likely number weakly in that region of Etrirea and she can detect one a mile away. If the Shadow resurfaces, Ichirin and Myzura should be able to leash him in, without fear of enemy movement. Nozomi can also act as intelligence for the couple." I catch her eyes.
"You'd do well to understand our present situation and relay it in its entirety to them, Nozomi," I emphasize the urgency in my tone, not harshly. She nods profusely, eyes wide with pleading concentration.
"As far as reconaissance go, I reckon a small amount of us would be more appropriate. Tatsu's right; it's not a war we want, it's stopping and killing Shakura. As much as I'd prefer both Suzette and I to be together, Tatsu and I are best suited for this mission. I'm going to need his elven abilities for instant transportation and ensnaring purposes, and he's going to need my cloaking skill and understanding of the Lair's architecture. Besides, we've measured each other in that fight you saw; we are the only ones now, who possess powers on par with the Dragon Army."
"Well... Okay, your reasons aren't unfounded, Swift. But please, promise me... Promise me that you and Tatsu will flee immediately, if you sense overbearing danger." Suzette grabs hold of my hand, her eyes pinning mine, searching for insurance. I feel helplessly besotted by her assertive charm.
"Yeah, don't overdo it, you two," Nozomi echoes Suzette's concerns. "Keep a low-profile... And you guys had better do a good job!"
"That's a tad pressurizing, what if we have to be outstanding to do a good job?" Tatsu asks, teasingly.
"Then you'd... I wish you, uh,
instanding success!" Nozomi defiantly replies, not catching on. Tatsu sighs and covers his forehead with his palm, winking at me from beneath it.
"Oh, stop toying with her, Tatsu, just please, be safe, alright?" Suzette grips my hand tighter.
"You were wha-?" Nozomi exclaims, in unrestrained confusion.
"My word," Tatsu promises, acting quite oblivious to Nozomi sulking at him.
"And mine," I add. "Of course, the same goes from me to you, as well, Su. Asgard is the first area the dragons would try to fully occupy. Unlike me, you won't have Tatsu and Fayuro as companions. So, I'm going to have one of my inner aspects escort you, along with Tatsu's summon. It's like a third eye to me; that way, I'll know if something happens."
"Swift, I wish I was stronger, I really wish I was, but as of now, whatever other powers I have are as dormant as ever. If I could activate them, you wouldn't be burdened so much," Suzette says.
"It's okay, Yogensha didn't empower me with just vitamins. I told you what happened on Fayuro, didn't I?" I coax her.
"Yogensha?" It's Tatsu's voice. "You met him, too?"
As Tatsu and I take turns expounding on the phenomenon between Yogensha and us, what both of us make of it and how we tested the dimensional powers against each other, all of us sit up. Eyes follow our gestures, as we explain the impossible, first with mouth, then with hands. Every now and then, whistles and cries of "Ooohh" and "Aaaahh", mainly from Nozomi, puncture the tales. The boards creak, the winds rustle the windows, and the lights flicker and dim, faintly acknowledging the power we have been impregnated with. We finish, our extravagant, surreal beginning awkward now, in the face of incomplete knowledge on the dream spirit. The silence screams for an ordinary noise. From somewhere in the infinitely vast world, thunders roar ubiquitously.
"Aside from the sudden aid of an anonymous millenium-old dimensional spirit, there is one other thing," my voice squeezes out softly, but the last syllable of every word trails loudly within the wood-mounted, enclosed complex. "I can't trust Shinkirou as our headquarters."
"As expected of an ex-general of the Dragon Army," a voice sounds behind me. Aisha has awakened.
"Since when?" I ask, almost demandingly. I couldn't sense Aisha listening in on us; her presence was so translucent, as if she had been sleeping, all this while. Now, it is as lucid as Suzette's hand.
"DragonSin, did you really think this old dragon would not have received hearsay of your fame? Your dogged reputation, as a notorious assassin of the dragons, was once the controversy of world events, dear boy!"
"I wouldn't be surprised," I retort, up on my feet. "But I was asking how much you overheard."
"Mom..! Swift..!" Suzette intercedes. I clutch her hand, this time, reclining in submission of Suzette's feelings.
"I'm sorry, Aisha, I didn't mean-" But Aisha beckons me to stop.
"Pray, do continue, Swiftant, what about the locals?"
"The commoners know of your real identity. Will they allow us to do as we will, in their village? That's not the only issue, someone in the authorities must know the true situation out there, that's why they built Shinkirou as an invisible fortress. Why do they let you roam freely here? Are they friend or foe? I can't fathom their motives. They could as easily sell us out on a whim as they have permitted your residence here. I can't put my trust in this place."