[It's not exactly the answer he wanted. In a story, this would be the first turning point with all the proper build-up. There'd be a dramatic monologue or two, swelling music. Something more than a passable agreement he's still not sure he trusts.
Not that there's anything he can do about that now. The ayakashi prepares to jump again. Keito throws out his hand, closes his eyes and obeys the first impulse that enters his head.]
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Not that there's anything he can do about that now. The ayakashi prepares to jump again. Keito throws out his hand, closes his eyes and obeys the first impulse that enters his head.]
K-Kameki! I choose you!