Unable to hold it together for the sake of the "prank" the child bursts into tears and runs to her master, clinging tightly to his cloak. "Opacho not mean it Hao-sama!!! Please don't be angry!"

"So yer tha famous 'Hao-sama' I hear so much abou'. Well, thank ya fer takin' such good care of Opacho."

Yes, as he should be. Opacho is a good follower.

This power. This warmth. She could recognize it anywhere. Spirit of Fire. Which meant-- "Hao-sama..." The little shaman whispered, feet automatically moving to where she felt the warmth radiating from his furyoku growing stronger. "Opacho has finally found Hao-sama!"

"Shut up."