Kenichi Amamiya had just been certain that he had seen something fly past—and that it had come from inside. That was extremely strange, because neither Otsutsuki Feizai before him nor the accompanying instruments had detected any abnormalities. Yet there was clearly something wrong with this place. Kenichi's eyes turned thoughtful. He kept feeling that there was a problem here, but he did not know what it was. After all, he had merely glanced over there by chance before noticing it. Now, he could not see anything unusual, so he could not be certain. Without certainty, he naturally would not say anything. Besides, even if there was a problem, if he was the only one who could see it, then it would not be particularly serious or difficult to handle. With that thought, Kenichi yawned and chatted with Otsutsuki Feizai about these things. In Kenichi's view, the things Feizai guarded were rather boring. They did not carry much significance themselves, and some of them had problems as well. Kenichi's gaze grew contemplative as he looked at the objects before him and at Otsutsuki Feizai's lonely expression. He understood that this place did not merely guard these things—it was also a prison that bound the Otsutsuki Clan. The line between jailer and prisoner was not so distinct after all. Kenichi sighed.
He continued chatting with Otsutsuki Feizai. However, Feizai was clearly not suited to Kenichi's genjutsu. Otherwise, he could at least have enjoyed life a little. Though Kenichi felt that the guard duty here had already become little more than a formality, since something had just escaped from this place. With that in mind, Kenichi had some ideas. He looked at Otsutsuki Feizai, then toward the direction where he had seen that thing earlier, narrowing his eyes. This naturally caught the attention