A halo of cerulean light wafted around Ootoriko’s prone form. Shimmering droplets rose from the pool on the ground around her, leftovers from the ki she’d shed. They hovered with the rise of the cleansing spell, joining in as though she was working from somewhere deep inside to help them. Masanori took it as a good sign.
In the cleansing ritual performed on Ootoriko’s behalf, Kiyomizu fulfilled the part that would traditionally be occupied by a group of priestesses. Her narrow eyes glowed a vibrant white while her front paws lifted off the ground, and sprinkles of iridescent water separated from her body to float about and exchange with those leaking from Ootoriko.
Tama, still strong from being largely absent during the fight, supported Kiyomizu’s efforts by supplying a river of white
