The only plan Xu Zhiqiu could think of was to wait until Inuyasha and the others attacked the castle, then seize the chance to escape. For now, she would have to wait a little longer.
She could only stay in this castle filled with miasma for the time being. After meals, she worked on her project assignment, writing down whatever answers came to mind and marking anything she could not figure out.
When Naraku came in, Xu Zhiqiu was still writing.
Her dress had gotten dirty, so Xu Zhiqiu had changed into a black outfit with a little embroidery, comfortably sized cuffs, and a hem that made moving around easier.
The ancient clothing of Little Island Country had been adapted from hanfu. This fictional world did not adhere too closely to modern traditional kimono styles: some had loose hems that made walking easier, while others consisted of white inner garments beneath several outer layers. It was a fictional world, after all, with plenty of variety in its clothing.
Naraku walked over to Xu Zhiqiu and watched her write.
When Xu Zhiqiu noticed him approaching, she merely glanced up before continuing. She was writing in Chinese, anyway. A monster from Little Island Country like Naraku would not understand her writing. Even if some characters were the same, their meanings differed.
So she continued writing without a care. When she had almost finished and his gaze was still fixed on her work, she stopped her brush and looked at the monster sitting beside her. "Did you need something?"
"No." Naraku admired Xu Zhiqiu's writing, already forming an idea. It seemed she had gone back for her second-round interview during the time she had been away.
"Oh." Xu Zhiqiu gave a brief acknowledgment, took out a fresh sheet of paper, and began doodling