"Heh." The legendary hero's ghost gave a dry laugh to assert his presence, his eyes flickering like will-o'-the-wisps. "I still don't know your name."
"Kamiyagawa."
"Kamiya, hmm, you are quite impressive, you won beautifully. I am utterly convinced by my loss; as per our agreement during the battle, I, the defeated, owe you, the victor, an offering."
As he mentioned this, a spark lit up in Kamiya's eyes, his spirit revitalized.
Minamoto no Yoritomo, rummaging through the disheveled front of his robe, finally pulled out a black feather that shimmered with an iridescent sheen. "Here, take this. I sensed the presence of a Tengu in you; perhaps you could make use of it."