"There probably isn't any." Kamiyagawa took a step forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with the white shadow of Kesshou Makenyu. He gazed at the relentless flow of the river, speaking softly, "If you cast a line here, I'm afraid you'll only catch an evil spirit."
"That's truly a pity."
"Heh."
The corners of Kamiyagawa's mouth slightly lifted, forming an expression that barely counted as a smile.
He was supposed to say something more, but all his words got stuck in his throat, turning into a clump of searing hard lumps.
Instead, it was Kesshou Makenyu who remained as carefree as ever: "Kid, don't make such a face. I've been waiting here for you, fully prepared to hear you tell me about your admiration and awe. After all, I'm pretty amazing, right?"
Kesshou's white shadow swayed, and the pillar of Red Spider Lily he leaned against swayed gently as well. Its slender petals softly stretched in the wind, like a kind of unspoken yet understandable comfort.
