One should never have to imagine that the simple act of waiting could be a frightening thing. There was nothing but time, yet that time would eventually run out. He had the time until sunset, for more reasons than he even realized in this form. There was always the chance that Tamamo didn't even consider seeking him, but that was all part of the gamble. High risk, high reward─ that would be the way this game was played.

While he waited, his senses remained open as well. The wind itself told the tale of many movements, made by many who currently inhabited Ryozanpaku. Among those movements, was Tamamo. He could smell her on the wind, even feel her divine presence caressing his skin through the gentle breeze. Only a small amount of focus was required for him to ignore everyone else he sensed. She was moving, but was she moving for the sake of locating him? If so, he would find out soon enough. Perhaps this lonely rooftop would be occupied by another in due time, or perhaps... a wish would not be made this festival.