[ And he's contributing to her fears, her worries and how downright weak she feels right now. Well done! Her eyes are welling up, but she won't let those tears fall. Can't let that happen in front of him. She bites hard on her thumb and smears her blood on the sheet of paper. Izumo will show those gods and Nezumi how worthy she is. ]

I ask the grace of Inari, god of the harvest, to fulfill my prayers! I ask the grace of Inari, god of the harvest, to fulfill my prayers!

[ No, no, no, this can't backfire now. This can't end with her being the fool. She starts mumbling, ]

Take an Arashine into your hands and cleanse it, take a Nigoshine into your hands and purify it, to make eight servings of Sacred Wine, at the peaceful, gentle sound of Yahirade...

[ But by the fourth line, her voice begins to waver. ]