Rikuo’s eyes narrowed. In his human form, he felt the weight of his grandfather’s legacy—a weight that felt too heavy for his teenage shoulders. But deep inside, his blood began to hum.
"Young Master," Karasutengu squeaked, landing beside him with a frantic flutter of wings. "The Shikoku Yokai... they’ve struck again. Another local deity’s shrine has been desecrated. Tamazuki is erasing our influence, piece by piece." Nurarihyon no Mago Episode 19
"Let them come," Rikuo’s voice was now a deep, resonant rumble. He stood up, resting his hand on the hilt of his blade, Nenekirimaru. "Tamazuki thinks that by destroying shrines, he can destroy our Hyakki Yako . He doesn't realize that a parade of a hundred demons isn't built on stone and wood. It’s built on loyalty." Rikuo’s eyes narrowed
Suddenly, a gust of wind tore through the courtyard. The shadows elongated, swirling around Rikuo like ink dropped in water. His hair lengthened, turning a striking silver-white, and his stature grew. The boy was gone; in his place sat the Night Lord of the Nura Clan. Another local deity’s shrine has been desecrated