Her voice held panic.
This wasn't right.
She was the predator.
She was the one who pinned prey beneath her to drain their vitality.
Why—why was it reversed now?
"Let me go—!"
Her hair surged crazily, attempting to entangle Kanbe Hikaru once more.
But those remaining strands of hair were still burning and couldn't form into shape at all.
Kanbe Hikaru looked down at her, his crimson eyes appearing exceptionally captivating at this distance.
"What did you say just now?"
His voice was calm.
"Saying you would tie me up and wait for that shrine maiden to return?"
"Saying you would have me drained of my vitality in front of her?"
He tilted his head slightly, the movement stirring a cool breeze that blew across Yura of the Hair's neck.
"What now?"
"Hmm?"
Yura of the Hair's body froze.
She could feel his hands pressing down on her wrists, holding them tightly.
She could feel his knee wedged between her legs, unable to move.
She could feel his weight pressing down on her, making it hard for her to breathe.
And even more so, she could feel—a dangerous aura.
It wasn't killing intent.
It was...
Covetousness?
"Y-you, what do you want to do—"
Her voice trembled slightly.
Kanbe Hikaru did not answer.
He just looked at her.
Then—
[Yura of the Hair]
[Quality: Artifact (Comb)]
[Affinity: -30 (Full of Hostility)]
It actually worked!?
Kanbe Hikaru's eyes lit up.
And just then, at this very moment.
"Kanbe Hikaru."
A voice came from the side.
Cold, indifferent, yet seemingly carrying an implication that made one's spine chill.
Kanbe Hikaru's movements halted; he seemed to realize the inappropriateness of his current actions.
The Oni Samurai turned his head.
Kikyo stood not far away.
Dressed in white robes and red hakama, with a longbow in hand.
Her black hair draped over her shoulders, shimmering faintly under the sunlight.
Her expression was very calm, calm to the point of being terrifying. Her pitch-black eyes looked at Kanbe Hikaru, then at Yura of the Hair, whom he had pinned beneath him.
Silence.
Deathly silence.
This scene was indeed not quite right.
He was pinning down a scantily clad female demon, his hand still pressed against her forehead—a posture so ambiguous it made one's imagination run wild.
But fortunately—
He was an Oni Samurai.
The advantage of a deadpan face was once again fully demonstrated at this moment.
Kanbe Hikaru's expression remained calm.
No panic could be seen on his pale face, and his crimson eyes were as calm as still water.
He stood up from Yura of the Hair, his movements as natural as if he were doing something completely normal.
He calmly rolled off Yura of the Hair and stood up.
"This is a demon, a demon that came to attack me."
"I saw."
Kikyo nodded.
Still calm, expressionless.
But Kanbe Hikaru always felt something was wrong.
Fortunately, he was 'calm' enough as well.
Yura of the Hair, on the ground, tried to take the opportunity to escape. However—just as she crawled up, a white light landed in front of her.
A Sacred Arrow.
The arrow was nailed three inches from her feet, its shaft still humming.
"Don't move."
Kikyo's voice was calm: "Move again, and the next arrow won't be a warning."
Yura of the Hair's body froze in place, not daring to move again.
She looked at the arrow, then at the shrine maiden in white robes and red hakama not far away.
Finished.
This shrine maiden's spiritual power...
Too strong.
So strong that she didn't want to face her directly as an enemy at all.
So strong that, at this moment, she didn't even dare to have the thought of running away.
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