As for Kamiyagawa, he began drawing his sword with a stiff smile.
The bright and clear Tachi was unsheathed inch by inch from the scabbard, emitting a crisp sound like a mountain spring striking against a boulder.
"You won't cleanse me? You won't cleanse me!"
The Zashiki-warashi, having been ignored, let out a furious voice from the ceiling.
Those half-human, half-beast filthy red feet lifted high and stomped down viciously towards Kamiyagawa and Mary!
If that foot had landed, an ordinary human would surely have been crushed instantly, dying a gruesome death.
"You're asking for it."
Kamiyagawa's pupils constricted, becoming profound and spirited.
He didn't even call for Hannya.
Relying solely on his own strength and the Breath of Aun to regulate the muscles in his body, he moved like a swift lynx, arching his body to dodge the Zashiki-warashi's stomp with ease.
The dynamic and splendid Black Patterned Battle Garment left afterimages in the room, like a black specter.
