Ryūshiki stood before her, his silver-white hair cut short and tousled, with a pair of white, compound horns.
The outer horns were short and straight, while the inner horns were long and straight, with a second branch winding out from their rear edges.
Yes, they were unmistakably shaped like dragon horns.
He was neither tall nor particularly broad, but those towering dragon horns gave him enough presence to command the scene.
His clothes were unusual, too. They retained the white robes customary to the Ōtsutsuki, but had pockets on both sides and a hood attached behind the collar. The hem reached his knees, with a swallowtail split at the back. Even the patterns were distinctive, with lifelike golden dragons embroidered in prominent places.
A thumb-sized black tomoe hung from his slender neck, starkly contrasting with the pale skin exposed at his collar.
Both his eyes were Byakugan, but what kind of ocular power lay hidden within them was anyone's guess.
"..." Ryūshiki kept both hands in his pockets, his cheeks moving as though he were chewing something.
He reacted coldly to Isshiki's prostration, merely watching Kaguya with a calm, indifferent gaze.
After chewing for a while, he blew a bubble [this was not bubble gum; an explanation would follow later].
Pop!
The bubble burst, leaving a sticky mess around his mouth.
Resigned, Ryūshiki pulled a small hand out of his pocket and seemingly casually peeled the remains of the bubble from his mouth. Rather than tossing them onto the ground, however, he rolled them into a little ball and slipped it into his pocket.
His failed bubble did nothing to diminish his presence. He asked a question whose answer he already knew. "Kaguya, was it?"
"..." Kaguya remained silent. A century of peaceful, beautiful life, along with her hopes for