"This should be far enough," Yura-chan gasped as she bent over to her knees.
The shikigami of her ancestor's spirit was looking around the room piled high with boxes even as Tsurara glanced around with something like wondering curiosity and exuberance.
"Is this the store room?" the yuki-onna asked.
"It's my room!" Yura protested angrily.
"Yura-chan," Hidemoto the 13th said. "This girl is a yokai, isn't she?"
"Ahh..." Yura started to say.
"It's all right, you want Rikuo to come to Kyoto, right?" Tsurara asked. "As soon as he's finished training he'll rush right over!"
"Well, we just want his sword," Yura noted.
"Not necessarily," Hidemoto noted. "While I sealed Hagoromo-Gitsune all those years ago, it was Nuraihyon that actually defeated her." He walked over to stand in front of Tsurara looking over her curiously. "Are you Setsura-chan's daughter? Or is it granddaughter?"
"I'm Tsurara," the yuki-onna noted. "How do you know that name?"
Yura's attempt to process what had already been said was derailed by the next statement.
"Oh, Setsura-chan and I had quite a fun time at the victory celebration Nuraihyon imposed on Keikain house," Hidemoto noted as he either failed to notice the looks of dawning horror on both girls' faces...or was just ignoring them. "I think she was a little deep into her cups and upset over some boyfriend or another..." he paused with a rather happy smile that set both Yura and Tsurara to twitching. "Anyway, when were you born? And who was your father? I've heard sometimes that youkai pregnancies can last a very long time."
Eyes twitching, Tsurara wavered and fell back even as a cracking noise emerged somewhere from Yura's direction. Hidemoto looked around and snickered a little, one hand covering his mouth.
Outside, Ryuji grimaced bitterly and couldn't resist glancing in at his ancestor. "You are a troll. And coming from me that's saying something."