"Oh."
Faced with Higu Maru's accusation, Yae Sakura did not react much. She was practically one burp away from being completely satisfied.
"You!!"
Seeing Yae Sakura utterly unmoved, Higu Maru finally sulked her way back into Yae Sakura's shadow.
However, after Higu Maru returned to Yae Sakura's shadow, Yae Sakura's gaze began to flicker slightly.
After clearing the bowls and chopsticks before her, Yae Sakura took out her Miko outfit and changed clothes with soft rustling sounds in the room.
Once she had changed, Yae Sakura walked over to the rack by the wall.
Two swords rested on that rack.
Reaching out, Yae Sakura picked up both swords from the rack, fastened their sheaths at her waist, and drew the blades.
Yae Sakura remembered the origins of these two swords clearly.
One was Kite Bird, the sword left behind by her mother, who had died when Yae Sakura was young.
The other was Crimson Plume, a weapon Xu Yanwu had later forged for her.
Yae Sakura usually maintained these two swords well, but... whenever she saw them, memories of the past would always rise unbidden in her heart.
Memories of Yae Village... and memories of Kallen.
Memories of the days when she had lived as a Miko.
And also... memories of slaughtering every person in Yae Village.
And... she had used Kite Bird, the sword her mother had left her.
Sometimes, Yae Sakura wanted to ask herself why she still wore this Miko outfit.
Yet whenever she asked Xu Yanwu that question, he would bring up Kallen.
Then he would smile and joke that Kallen was a nun while Yae Sakura was a Miko. Both served before the gods, yet neither she nor Kallen treated their own god very well.
Then Xu Yanwu would tell Yae Sakura that her appearance