"What was that form just now...?"
Looking at Mama Bear, who seemed somewhat exhausted, Sakamoto Ryoma somehow felt sweat trickling down his back.
The black lightning and storm flashing through the night, that enormous body, and that beastly form—every single one of them was a source of fear to humans.
"That was Mama's true form. Mama is tired now, so let her rest. Can I leave the rest here to you?"
Yukina raised her head and glanced up the mountain path.
Nearly ninety percent of the hundreds of massive Chang Ghosts had been crushed by her and Mama Bear's Noble Phantasms, yet the remainder still charged in this direction without fear of death.
"If we can't even handle opponents like these, then I'm afraid we can't call ourselves 'samurai.'"
After several seconds of silence, Sakumura drew Pheasant Feather.
He was going to get a little more serious about dealing with these disgusting monsters.
The chaos of the night did not cause much of a disturbance.
"Thank you for your hard work, Miss Bear Weaver."
Fujimaru Ritsuka arrived at the mountain gate. After learning what had happened the previous night, he solemnly spoke to Bear Weaver and Yukina.
"...Since it was something my Master asked of me, it was no trouble. Those things weren't particularly strong either. It's just that their Noble Phantasms were a little unfamiliar to me."
Bear Weaver already looked refreshed again as she smiled and rubbed Fujimaru Ritsuka's head.
"We really have Miss Bear Weaver and Miss Yukina to thank for last night. There were so many of those monsters—if they hadn't stepped in, Oryo and I probably wouldn't have been able to handle them."
Ryoma seemed to have relaxed, speaking in a somewhat lighter tone.
"Miss Fujimaru, has Kanna awakened?"
Sakumura, who had guarded the mountain