Katamasa stared at the demon towering over him and could not bring himself to act the doddering old fool he had the last time they had met. There was too much anger, too much danger in those inhuman eyes. "She needs to gain her old self back," he said quietly, unbothered by the silent threat the daiyoukai presented.
"At great risk to my pup and to herself?" he asked harshly, itching to wrap his hands around the old man's throat. The only thing that stopped him was the knowledge that the miko would have his head, if she survived whatever it was she was doing right now.
"She will be fine." That said, he turned back to his prayer beads and the alter to which he sat before, intent on ignoring the daiyoukai. Admittedly, he was worried about his granddaughter but he fully believed that the best way to help bring her back to the strong, confident girl she had been before Jirōbō was to let her fight this battle on her own, even if he could sense just how dangerous her foe was on the other side of the city.
Snarling in frustration, he turned and left the small dojo, slamming the screen doors behind him. He readied himself for flight, fully prepared to resort hovering in the air until he could catch her scent, when dark blue eyes the same color as hers caught his attention.
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