That was the true form of Yura of the Hair.
Kanbe Hikaru bent down to pick up the comb.
The comb's teeth clicked in his hand, as if begging for mercy.
[Comb of the Hair]
[Quality: Demonic Artifact]
[Current Favorability: -30 (Hostility, Fear, Humiliation)]
[Evaluation: A comb used to groom the hair of the dead. Because it absorbed too much resentment, it gained consciousness. It is now very afraid of you, yet also hates you.]
Kanbe Hikaru raised an eyebrow.
Still -30 favorability... In a way, this could be considered a deep grudge.
But it didn't matter.
Kanbe Hikaru fiddled with the red comb in his hand.
This thing felt warm and smooth to the touch, like jade, but with a texture slightly like bone.
"Is this your true form?"
He asked.
The comb didn't speak, but the red skull on it opened its mouth, emitting the voice of Yura of the Hair.
Muffled, with a sobbing tone.
"Let me go..."
"Squeeze gently... it's going to break..."
Kanbe Hikaru: "..."
Why did that sound so awkward?
"Got it?"
Kikyo walked over.
She stopped three steps away, not getting too close.
Her gaze fell on the comb in Kanbe Hikaru's hand, her brow slightly furrowed: "Is this that demon?"
"Mm."
Kanbe Hikaru handed the comb over: "Do you want to take a look?"
Kikyo took half a step back.
"No need."
She said.
"Dirty."
That word again.
Kanbe Hikaru felt helpless.
He tucked the comb into his bosom.
"Let's go."
He said, "This thing is useful to keep; maybe it can be used for combing hair in the future."
Kikyo glanced at him.
That look was very complex.
It was like looking at a hopeless pervert.
"That is a comb for the dead."
She reminded him.
"I am a dead person."
Kanbe Hikaru didn't care.
He readjusted the position of the Hiraikotsu on his back and strode forward: "Let's hurry on our way; we need to get the Hiraikotsu back quickly."
Kikyo stood still where she was.
She watched Kanbe Hikaru's back.
That gray figure was carrying a giant bone boomerang on his back, a comb turned from a demoness in his bosom, and a bloodthirsty demon blade Muramasa at his waist.
No matter how you looked at it, he didn't look like a respectable person.
But...
She looked down at her own hands.
When she drew the bow just now, her fingers felt a bit tense.
It was because her heart was in disarray.
Because that demoness was pressing too close?
Or because... he didn't push her away?
"Hoo—"
Kikyo let out a soft breath, suppressing those messy thoughts.
She was a priestess; her heart needed to be calm.
"Wait."
She called out and followed him.
Her pace was a bit faster than usual, directly passing Kanbe Hikaru and walking in front.
Her back was straight, her black hair swinging behind her.
Kanbe Hikaru thought for a moment.
Is she still angry?
He quickened his pace to catch up.
"Kikyo."
"..."
"Your arrow just now was truly accurate."
"..."
"Really, if not for your arrow's intimidation, that Comb Spirit would definitely have run away."
"..."
"Are you angry?"
Kikyo stopped walking.
She turned her head, her cold and beautiful face showing no trace of anger.
Only calmness.
"No."
She said.
"I was just thinking."
"Thinking about what?"
Kikyo's gaze fell to the spot in his arms, where the comb was kept: "When you use that thing to comb your hair in the future."
"Remember to stay away from me."
After saying that, she turned and continued walking.
Her white top and red hakama swayed gracefully.
[shikon no tama: naohi tells you:'She is jealous.']
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