[She lets his hand rest there for a moment before pulling away. Falling back on the familiar motions of brushwork, she swishes her tail this way and that. The tip is her brush, the air her canvas, and like magic, black ink appears before him.]
天照
[It's translated by the communicator into Amaterasu as she steps back to watch his reaction.]
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天照
[It's translated by the communicator into Amaterasu as she steps back to watch his reaction.]