He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. Arrays of runes, enchantment methods, and the materials he'd come to know over the last year or so passed through his mind. Regardless of her scans, the materials he would need were limited to a certain selection.
Once he had a preliminary idea and plan, he opened his eyes and climbed to his feet, "Alright, we need to head to my workshop so I can get those scans to make sure I can properly help with your condition."
The walk to the workshop was short and he ignored the look of intrigue on the woman's face. He honestly hadn't even thought to ask her name yet. Once they were inside, he made his way over to a wall littered with fully crafted wands. Over the last year he'd made a wand every few days, give or take. At the moment there were over one hundred wands with only a few that performed the same spell.
Having so many was a show of why he loved wands over casting spells himself. The sheer amount of magical power the wands represented was at least the full reserves of a Satan class individual, if not more. Something his own, personal, reserves couldn't even compare to.
Junichiro snuffed out the stub of his cigarette and pulled out another to light up. He took a moment to find the wand he wanted, he had several different ones for all kinds of magical scanning.
A standard scan didn't feel like it would be enough. He needed to understand how her body functioned on a deeper level to know how to feed her properly with the bracelet he would be making.
After selecting an appropriate wand, he turned to face the woman, "Alright, you wont feel a thing but this should tell me what I need to know to make the item in question. If it doesn't, I've got more options for checking."
After he received and acknowledging nod, he held the wand up and activated it with a miniscule pulse of his magic. The tip of the wand glowed as he gently waved it around like a security guard with a hand held metal detector.
There was nothing visible but the glow to signify anything was happening. Rather than displaying anything, the information was fed directly into Junichiro's mind. He hummed to himself as he gathered the information and stored it in his memory.
Once he finished, he replaced the wand where he'd gotten it from and faced the woman, "Your eating method is rather interesting. It's not so much the soul that you eat." Seeing her beginning to open her mouth, he plowed on, "Rather it's the memories that are stored within the soul."
Unable to keep to herself anymore she interrupted, "Preposterous! I've never once seen the memories of any soul I've ingested. If you're just going to waste my time..."
She trailed off as Junichiro narrowed his eyes at her and caused them to glow, "Do not question my professionalism. While you do ingest souls, you do not digest them. Once you ingest them you strip them of their memories and feed off of the emotions inherent in them, the simplest way to do so is to strip their memories.
The soul, once stripped of all emotions, is then released back into the cycle of reincarnation. You do not retain or view the memories themselves because they are irrelevant to your needs. Technically, you are an emotivore."
Junichiro was actually slightly scared of the woman's ability. Not for any fear of his life or anything, but of what it could mean for the souls going into the afterlife after their encounter with her.
Given his experience with the afterlife he feared what would happen if he were to lose his memories in such a way before his death. It was honestly a rather terrifying thought that threatened to send him down a dark spiral of conjecture and pointless worry.
She stood in surprised silence for a moment before she scoffed, "Bullshit! If you can't help me just say so!"
Snapped out of his thoughts before they could truly spiral, he looked into her eyes and smirked, "Of course I can help you. Honestly? It's even easier than I expected. I just need to give you something to make you weakly empathic.
A diet consisting of a steady trickle of other people's broadcast emotions should be more than enough to keep you well fed by living a normal life around people.'
The yokai froze at that. For the majority of her very long life she'd been shunned by the supernatural community due to her diet requirements. It was torture to always have to hold back her hunger and wait until she could find a proper meal that wouldn't ruffle any feathers.
It got harder and harder every year and was only getting worse as human technology progressed. She was all but certain that in just a couple of decades there would be digital cameras everywhere and it would become just that much harder to find a meal. She didn't believe the boy in front of her very much but he seemed confident and she had nothing to lose.
After all, she wouldn't pass over the Sacred Gear until she was certain the item he was going to make for her worked, "Fine. How long will this take?"
After taking a deep drag on his cigarette to calculate the time, he exhaled the herbal smoke and smiled, "About four hours. Making this will be significantly easier than the item I first thought I would be required to make." He looked around his shop mentally calculating the materials he would need and the work he needed to do and nodded, "Yeah, four hours should be enough. You're welcome to wait inside if you want. I don't like people watching me work."
The woman gave Junichiro one final look over, sniffed, turned on her heels, and left his workshop. Once she stepped back into the house, she quickly located Azazel and Mittelt, "I don't know how you could trust that little boy to help me. The things he said..." She sniffed in derision, "I highly doubt he knows what he is talking about."
That caught Azazel's attention. With a bright smile he faced the busty woman with a bright grin, "Oh? What makes you say that?"