Do you need me to erase this memory for you?

Before long, all the yokai Arata had summoned returned to the world of Heian-kyo. After absorbing his own severed limbs, Tsuchigumo obediently climbed back onto his summoner's shoulder.

Four pairs of legs had regrown beneath his previously empty body, though compared with the color and texture of the rest of his spider form, they still looked especially slender and pale.

Clearly, he would need a long period of recuperation to recover his former strength completely.

After dealing with Shinnō and Tsuchigumo, Arata walked toward a corner of the inner hall. All that remained was to hand over the former's legacy, and then he could leave.

Tap, tap, tap...

Hearing those footsteps coming steadily toward her, Amaru gradually gathered her scattered thoughts. Her trembling gaze, confused and helpless, settled on the unfamiliar, indifferent shinobi.

On this absurd night brought about by the Sky Ninja, she felt she had lost everything and had no idea how to face the young man approaching her.

After a little while, Arata crossed half the fortress's inner hall and stopped before the girl. Without warning, the solid ice shattered.

The only barrier between them was broken, deepening the panic in Amaru's eyes.

He had shattered her peaceful life and killed her teacher, yet in a sense, this unfamiliar shinobi had also saved her village and her. She truly did not know how to face him.

Arata did not speak immediately after stopping. Instead, he examined the girl's condition.

Sheltered by the sturdy triangular corner of the inner hall and his Ice Release, Amaru had suffered no real injuries.

The only exceptions were her reddened hands, which had sustained some mild frostbite.

Arata remembered that she had hurt them striking the ice wall when she saw Zero-Tails ravaging his Shadow Clone. It was nothing serious; with the