Natsume Chikage had no way to directly answer Mido Orihime's question, because he had far too many secrets.
So he could only brush it off vaguely. "What golden thing? I have no idea what you're talking about."
Orihime pondered it for a moment and felt that it was not impossible.
According to Hitomi's explanation, his daily behavior was not much different from that of an ordinary person.
Besides, what she saw through her eyes was different from what ordinary people saw. Perhaps she was the only one who could see it. Even he himself, as the person in question, might not be able to see that golden glow.
"If you can't see it, then forget about it for now." Orihime decided to observe him slowly in the future.
Natsume Chikage let out a faint sigh of relief after hearing that.
Orihime turned to look in the direction of the festival.
In her vision, the sky was red, while the ground was made up of twisted bones, flesh, and blood vessels.
The humans around her were distorted, wriggling chunks of meat, and even their voices were unbearably shrill.
In the past, Orihime would not have reacted to any of this. After all, she had been used to seeing such things since childhood.
But now, things were different—
She turned to look at Natsume Chikage, the only person who, like her, looked normal.
"More importantly, I've never been to a festival before. What should we do now?"
Hearing Orihime's words, Natsume Chikage could more or less guess that she had rarely visited festivals.
As for himself, he was actually much the same.
First, there were no memories of visiting festivals in the original owner's memories.
Second, he had not lived in Japan in his previous life, so he had not experienced many