[No, he hadn't particularly managed to get much information in between burning down most of the town, but that doesn't seem to be something worth pointing out at this point. What the boy says tallies with what he'd heard from the blue-haired girl, though, and is more detailed beside -- though he has to hope a million is an exaggeration if anyone is expecting to successfully put it together.]
A poem ... [He blinks, then remembers the writing on the fountain before Susano'o had smashed it.] Ah. That poem.
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A poem ... [He blinks, then remembers the writing on the fountain before Susano'o had smashed it.] Ah. That poem.
Who is Davy Jones?