“&h.e.l.lip;&h.e.l.lip;I mean, even if you give it to me&h.e.l.lip;”
“Take it. As my feelings for you.”
Fufu, the cat let out a laugh as she turned back around. She then once again strummed her shamisen as she sang. Not understanding the cat’s behavior, Kusamakura stood there dumbfounded. Cats were unpredictable creatures, but that was completely incomprehensible behavior.
“&h.e.l.lip;&h.e.l.lip;a mirror, huh.”
Nevertheless, his gaze dropped to the “mirror” that was forced on him. Mirrors were a human tool that he had read about in books several times. He didn’t like how the cat’s behavior seemed to have some ulterior motive, but he was excited to have something he had only seen in books. It looked like a metallic sheet, but he wondered how it worked. He held it up in front of him as his curiosity was spurred on. Perhaps because it was a dark night, nothing was reflecting back. Come to think of it, Kusamakura didn’t know what his own face looked like. If he were a youkai that could pop out his eyes, it would have been different, but he was normally unable to look at himself. Just what sort of face did he have? Even if he didn’t look like the heroes from his books&h.e.l.lip;&h.e.l.lip;Kusamakura’s heart beat excitedly wondering what he looked like.