The hood of the cloak had been pulled back over Ibaraki-dōji's head, revealing the two protruding demon horns. Soft, long white hair hung down from them, loosely bound, draping out from the gaps in the hood.
Not only that, the Ghost of Rashomon also re-bound their hands and feet with shackles and chains.
The right hand, which didn't actually exist, was also completely wrapped in bandages.
The fierce look from before was no longer visible on her; it seemed as if she had returned to being the delicate "Jirihi."
"You've come, Kenjiro?" Ibaraki-dōji was not surprised by Kamiya's arrival. "Perhaps I shouldn't call you that, because you're not really a dog demon."
"Weren't you also not Jirihi? Call me Kamiyagawa."
"Alright. Outside, how is Mount Oe? Are Hoshiguma and Kaneguma still alive?"
"Hoshiguma and Kaneguma are both well. As per our agreement, I will take over managing this place, so Mount Oe will also be fine."
