A loud

screech,

followed by the slithering rustle of creeping vines that propel themselves forward like a dark-colored sea of snakes. Venomous snakes that drip poison in their wake, leaving behind a burning acid that sizzles into the ground and scorches everything that grows upon it.

'I have

complaints

against whoever thought this was a good Grade Two cursed spirit to bring into a

forest! '

Kinji grouses. One of the dark vines lash out at the sound of his voice, and the boy smacks it away. His forearm is left an ugly, mottled mess of blood and acid-burned flesh 'for only the briefest of moments, before the wound closes in on itself and his body repairs the damage as if nothing had ever happened to begin with.

'You seem to have many complaints about this exchange event in general, ' Shiki notes idly, and observes the maddened Grade Two cursed spirit lashing out at her classmate. ' ' Its form is rather plant-like, though, isn 't it? '