Genji Heavy

After staying in the shrine for a long time, it is still useful.

Hikari thought so at the time.

Otherwise, she didn't think she could let a child who was often frightened by monsters follow her so easily.

Of course, her destination is the shrine, which should also account for a large part of the reason.

Hidekiri led Natsume all the way to Temizuya, then scooped up a spoonful of water with the wooden spoon beside him, turned around and signaled Natsume to stretch out the wound.

Natsume hesitated for a moment before stretching his arms forward, revealing the scratches on his palms.

It may be that after he fell just now, because of the approach of the monster, he unconsciously rubbed against the ground a few times, and now his palm seems to be completely red.

Higekiri gently squeezed Natsume's hand, checked briefly, and then poured the water from the wooden spoon towards the wound.

Natsume couldn't hold back, and gasped softly.

"Well, don't bother, I'll do it myself, just go and rinse under the faucet over there."

He wasn't very used to bothering people, and felt very embarrassed.

Higakiri smiled, then scooped up another spoonful of water, and continued to rinse Natsume's wound, "Tap water? That water doesn't work."

A simple smile dispelled the tense atmosphere around him.

Natsume opened his mouth blankly: "Huh?"

"Look carefully at your wound." Mustache made a gesture, "If you say it, it can be done."

She looked at Natsume gently, with encouragement in her eyes.

Natsume lowered his head in a daze, and carefully looked at the scratch on his palm for a while.At first, there was nothing, but he didn't know what was going on. He looked hard, and somehow saw traces of black air emerging from the wound.

Black gas?

He hurriedly looked at the wound on his knee again.

Sure enough, it was an ordinary fall, but now he looked at it, and it looked like it was entangled with black air, and the black air was much denser than the one on the palm.

"This is……?"

"The filth left by that demon."

Higakiri took another spoonful of water and poured it down on Natsume's palm.

"Now do you understand, why do you have to use the water from the water house?"

The water in the Temizuya of the shrine has the function of washing away the filth of the world, and it is suitable for washing away the filth left by the demon.

Following this procedure, Higekiri washed all the wounds on Natsume's palms and knees.

After all, the other party was still a child, and a human child at that. For the thousand-year-old Tokiri, she did not recommend helping such a child who had just suffered a disaster, doing small things within her power.

And Natsume, who discovered something new about youkai for the first time, was stunned for some reason, and obediently let Hikiri play with him.

The icy cold water of Shoumisha made his hands and legs wet, but they were quickly restored to dryness by the night wind, leaving only some tightness after the water evaporated.

But even though it was summer, Natsume trembled a little when it was wet and dry like this.

But it didn't end there.

After treating the wounds on his palms and knees, Higekiri patted Natsume's shoulder lightly.