"You might want to kill everyone in town!"
"I haven't made any bad wishes! You're talking nonsense..." Yatagarasu's anger seemed to extinguish along with the river lights, replaced by a sob mixed with moisture.
"Bad people never admit to doing bad things!"
"Exactly, exactly!"
"My grandma said that wherever you appear, there are no good happenings!"
"You'll kill everyone in town!"
The children continued to shout, their voices overpowering each other.
Their curses couldn't reach the festive crowd immersed in the lively atmosphere, but they clearly drilled into Yatagarasu's ears.
The chick with black wings stood bewildered by the riverbank, confronting the group of peers.
The river water behind wetted her overly long hem, sticking to her feathers, and when blown by the night wind, she shivered with cold.
Yet the excited Human Grass children hadn't stopped their accusations against Yatagarasu, and their tone became more intense:
