Suzuhiko-hime sat atop the vast stone statue, her bare feet dangling; one foot rested on the stone pedestal while the other, adorned with a golden ring, lightly touched the ground.
She leaned forward toward Kamiyagawa, ethereal and drifting, and from the ample cloth covering her chest, she drew a key that flickered with a faint glow.
Kamiya reached out to accept it, feeling a warm and smooth sensation, as if an indescribable and mysterious power surged within the key.
"After adding charm with a mask, am I really given an important tool? You say you feel the power of Spirit Art and a demonic deity's strength from within me, but why do I feel that this fire-proof woman is just a dead ringer for looks..."
Kamiyagawa weighed the [Key to the Takamagahara Dojo] in his hand, its faint glow seeming to guide him toward a certain place in Takamagahara.
