It was the hair.
Definitely.
The fact that it was perfectly straight.
And went down to his shoulders.
No, that's not it.
It was his eyes.
Beautifully almond-shaped.
And a dashing shade of green.
He stared at her with those eyes. She's seen so many emotions in those eyes.
Hate, fear, authority, courage.
Love.
Who's that boy, Chihiro? Your nephew?
She would shake her head.
No, just a boy from a dream when I was younger. He was a dragon.
A dragon?
They would laugh.
She would laugh with them.
Then when they were gone, she would cry.
She graduated from college.
She worked in a museum.
She was head of the Japanese History and Mythology section.
She has been working there for more than 3 years.
I miss you.
Touch the canvas, Chihiro, touch it.
She didn't.
Maybe another time.
Slip under the sheets, Chihiro.
Close your eyes.
Stay awake.
You're throwing it away? No!
We have no need for it, anymore.
But it's been with the museum for so long! I have the right, it's my section!
Someone wishes to donate a better version.
Who? He has to come to me.
I carved it myself.
Turn around, Chihiro.
I hope you'll accept it.
It was definitely the hair.
And the eyes. Almond-shaped and green.
Oh, and his smile.
Hello, Chihiro-san, my name is Haku. I changed the original concept a bit, so I'm terribly sorry.
Did his voice...? Was it deeper?
Hai, Haku-san, I must have a loot at it first.
I love it, Haku-san.
I'm glad you do.
Would you like to work for the museum?
I would love to, Chihiro-san.
Then welcome to the family, Haku-san.
He smiled.
Her heart stopped.
Chihiro-san? Is something wrong?
Wake up, Chihiro.
No, Haku-san. I was just admiring your work. Let's name it-
Nigihayami Kohaku Nushi?
Yes. Nigihayami Kohaku Nushi. Perfect.