Kiyomizu-dera had already become a chaotic battlefield.
Yet none of the yoma dared approach where Takeki Kakeiin stood.
No, rather, where that little girl stood across from him.
"What kind of yoma are you?"
After taking a deep breath, Takeki Kakeiin asked in a low voice.
Though the question seemed foolish, why would the other side answer so easily?
But he knew that many yoma liked announcing their identities.
It likely had something to do with their need for legends and reverence for fame.
Thus, Yin-Yang Bureau practitioners could often gather intelligence from this.
After all, yoma had races as well.
Like Nurarihyon, Snow Women, Kappa, and Tengu—these were all particular yoma races.
For example, Nurarihyon were not limited to Nurarihyon's lineage. There were Nurarihyon elsewhere as well.
It was merely that the Nurarihyon of the Nura Clan were the most famous and strongest.
And once one knew what kind of yoma the opponent was, one could most likely find their weakness or devise a countermeasure by recalling relevant records.
"Eh, me?"
"My father was Kyokotsu, so of course I'm Kyokotsu too~" The little girl raised the skull in her hand with a smile.
Takeki Kakeiin understood what she meant. That skull was probably her "father's" skull.
Kyokotsu.
These were skeletal yoma that dwelled in ancient wells, broadly classified as mind yoma.
If someone passed by a desolate ancient well in the stillness of night, they would hear terrifying "kaka" sounds coming from within.
The sound made one's hair stand on end and filled one's heart with terror.
Thus, bolstered by fear, they became surrounded by souls and eventually appeared in forms wrapped in white cloth.
(Great Kyokotsu: Killed by Nurarihyon four hundred years ago.)
Takeki Kakeiin swiftly recalled all sorts of information related to "Kyokotsu."
But his silence after