"Are you sure you can handle it?"
Amaterasu smiled faintly, opening her large eyes, staring intently at Fujiwara Reya.
"I think it's fifty-fifty." Fujiwara Reya scratched his head.
Is this what it feels like to bare one's soul? To put it extremely, Amaterasu quite enjoyed it. The atmosphere of the conversation was particularly intimate. Whether Fujiwara Reya behaved meticulously or with constant small gestures, it could all stir little emotions within her heart, as if she were enveloped in gentleness.
When it comes down to it, life in Takamagahara was still rather boring. An existence as noble as Amaterasu might not even live as enriched a life as an ordinary woman in the human world.
As she was leaving, cracks in the void appeared before her.
In those cracks, fireworks and colorful clouds shimmered brightly, the ultimate beauty subtly revealing a glimpse of Takamagahara.
