Amaterasu remained as still as a statue when she heard Moji's nonchalant explanation. From the sound of it, the boy seemed to enjoy the thought of the monk becoming a part of the darkness she had fought for over 1,000 years. A low, almost feral growl rolled at the bottom of the goddess' throat. The white pointed ears atop her head pulled back as she clenched her fists. Seeing the boy lift a bottle up in front of her caused her to grow even more agitated. Was this a game to the boy?<br/><br/>She glared at the boy as Issun hopped along her shoulder. "I assume you won't make this easy for me, will you?" she wasn't certain whether or not the vial was real. "You just told me that the only way to lift the curse was for me to die. So how can I trust that that is a real antidote?"