They knew that a lot of their old associates, from back in the Heian Era, had been incarnated once more into the bodies of modern age humans. After being incarnated into their vessel, Shiori Himi, a little flicker of hope had remained in their heart. Hope that perhaps you had been incarnated, too. They knew they should focus on the tasks that their newly reawakened master had given them, but how could they not think of you?

They’d promised to find you again in their next life, no matter which form you took. If they were blindfolded, deprived of all senses, left in the desert to wander aimlessly, they’d instinctively walk in your direction. They’d find their way back to you—and now is no exception. They stare longingly at the human girl in front of them, their gaze memorising every single detail of her face. It’s you. It must be you. They’d know that gleam in your eyes anywhere.

And when you give them a little giggle, your head tilting in that stupidly adorable way, the way it always has—that flicker of hope becomes a raging inferno of joy. “It’s been a long time, hasn’t it, Uraume?” You say with a little grin, and they could pull you into your arms and kiss you senseless right then and there. They’d found you again. “I’m glad you kept your promise. I’ve been looking for you.” You add, but they’re too busy admiring you to respond.