Ruger saw a dazzling little ball of light, gentle and lively. The many Spirit Furs swayed on his body like grass stirring in the wind, moving to a wondrous rhythm. He believed that, at this moment, the many Spirit Furs could perceive that same little ball of light.
When the gentle, lively glow faded, it revealed Stray Hair One floating in the air. For a fleeting moment, a sense of holiness welled up within Ruger.
But it lasted only an instant.
"Ah! Hahahaha!"
Stray Hair One wriggled frantically like a bug that had fallen into hot water.
Buried beneath the hairs, Ruger could not help rolling his eyes. The faint sense of holiness he had just felt vanished completely.
The Spirit Furs scattered and began fluttering around nearby.
Ruger finally emerged from his hairball state. During that brief moment when the Spirit Furs swayed on his body, he had felt like a stretch of land. Those Fuzzies were like crops planted on him, like trees, grass, mountains, and rivers. Then Stray Hair One had risen like a dazzling ray of light that brought everything to life. That was what had given him, as a witness to it all, the illusion that this fellow possessed something holy.
"Ahahahahaha!"
Laughing loudly, Stray Hair One suddenly darted toward Ruger and landed on the tip of his nose.
"Master! Master! Look, take a look at me! Aren't I completely different now?"
As it spoke, it began wriggling on the tip of Ruger's nose, turning this way and that. But however it turned, it was still just a hair.
Ruger watched with a smile. Even as its master, he could not make up some flattering nonsense, but he could feel its joy, and even more keenly, the happiness of the surrounding Fuzzies. Tufts of hair