Yamato's gaze just intensified slightly, like he was trying to pick apart Atsuro's brain with the power of his eyes alone, before turning away to check up on the ghost they were stalking. Again, it was merely shambling forth towards the mountain at a sluggish pace.

This was dull. Perhaps they could apprehend it?

"Do you have any binding or weakening abilities, Kihara?" Yamato asked, "Such as a demon with Bind?"