Isse scurried away to his dorm room, trying to keep his anger to himself. He was stressed, very stressed. Clearly, he misunderstood what was going on there, yet he doesn't know that false sight. He began to question once again the source of mysterious anger. What was it, really? Why was he born naturally with this detestation of unknown kind? The nature of the spirit of the Yatagarasu itself became blurry to him; as it was when he had saw the same experience in the past few times this fit of inner anger has made a notable presence in his mind, in the course of his life.

He dived into the bed once again, forgetting all he had saw earlier. All his tension was released with one big exhale to the air, and buried his face into the pillow, where he bathed in the comfort of his bedroom.