"Ibo, you seem a bit sad?"
Kamiyagawa's tone was kind, like that of a gentle elder, with an ineffable hint of guidance in his words.
Nowadays, Kamiya didn't even really need [One Thousand Silver Needles] to pry.
Most people couldn't resist this.
And the little boy Ibo fell into the category of "most people." Under such a guiding inquiry, his internal emotions surged, and the blue that symbolized sadness deepened.
"Grandma Kuan passed away more than ten days ago," Ibo murmured.
"Grandma Kuan?"
"Yes, Grandma was very good to me. Although the others with me are also kind, Grandma Kuan was the best. Moreover, it was Grandma Kuan who brought me as a baby out of the Mizuho Capital. Without her, I might have died long ago."
It seemed that Ibo's sadness was due to the "reality" of a family member's passing.
Mentioning Grandma Kuan, Ibo's desire to confide grew stronger, and he glanced again at the Yatagarasu standing behind Kamiyagawa, saying:
