You’re a stoner. Literally. Just a flit of your gaze, mortals would be set in eternal rest as stones. But your abilities were futile in contrast to those blind, namely: Kunikuzushi.

Utilizing his other senses were enough for him to intrude back to your den prior to your last chance encounter. Strangling him was enticing, but no—

“Don’t even try, snake. You’ll miss my company if you kill me, old hag.”

You recoiled as he swatted away your reptilian body complacently. What audacity!