However, when the sun rose, and he looked nervously into the mirror under the light of the morning sun, Kusamakura tilted his head at what was reflected. Weird, he thought, tilting his head in the opposite direction. He couldn’t tell if what he was holding was a fake or clouded, but when he held it up to the thicket, the smooth mirror surface reflected the gra.s.s. Therefore, if it reflected another animal, like a sparrow slipping into the foliage, then that same thing would actually be there in reality. If that was the case, why was only Kusamakura not being reflected?
Why? Why was that?
It was often written in horror books that ghosts didn’t have a physical body. He wasn’t dead, but he wondered if he didn’t have a reflection because he wasn’t human. When he tilted his head in thought, someone suddenly spoke to him from behind.
“What are you doing, Kusamakura?”
The face he saw in the rustling thicket was from the head of the rokurokubi, Shunshou. His head at the end of his outstretched neck, circled around him. Doesn’t that make you dizzy, Kusamakura wondered in amazement, unsure how to answer him. Shunshou fully appeared in front of Kusamakura who was silent with his head still tilted.
“Oh, is that a mirror? &h.e.l.lip;&h.e.l.lip;Why do you have something like that?”