[Meanwhile he still wishes he could cloak her from the view of everyone who isn't him. No staring, guys!!

He just figured she was catching her breath from running to meet him on time. He has no idea how much a simple little action like adjusting his gloves affects her. Dork.

At least that answers one thing: she never meets up with him while he's wielding Kazuma. What that means, he doesn't know, but it leaves him unsettled to say the least. Please be okay back home, Kazuma...!]

Mmm. [He hums a bit, eyeing her as she takes him in. It's both nerve-wracking and morale boosting to have her appraise him like this. Feed his ego, Hiyori. And she does...! Beaming, his cheeks turn a faint pink color at the praise.]

Thanks. It's my first divine garment. Like what Bishamon has. None of my shinki have ever been one before.

Which says a lot, really, but. Color him surprised!]

Really? But you're always hounding me about that thing!

[He's giving her a disbelieving look now, like maybe she's a doppelganger or something. Or has a cold. Shaking his head, he smiles a bit ruefully this time at her question.]

No. It's my latest one, Rekki. [He pauses, debating on whether or not to tell her, then:] Kazuma.

[Watching her as she touches it, his expression looks a touch pained and wistful. He misses his Kazuma, and hates that he now knows how he died. That's something he'll have to live with forever now.

(HELL YEAHHHH! He's gonna glue those pages together, you can bet your ass!]