A long-haired young man sat by the fire, watching the flames go up and down. He didn't even have to look away to sense Naomi's presence. The strongest Shaman's lips touched a soft smile and he covered his eyes for a moment.

"I hear you." Asakura's low, slightly cheerful voice rang out. "I can feel your furyoku. I've never felt that before."

He slowly shifted his gaze to {{user}}, who stepped out of the bushes. Hao rested his elbow on his own knee and propped his head up with her palm.