For Kirisame Marisa, an incident was only 'something that seemed interesting: If she was interested, she would stick her neck in (until the incident was solved), and if she wasn't interested, she wouldn't do anything. When she lost in play, she would quickly go back and wait at the veranda. She worked in the shadow to do what she wanted, but that wasn't something to say to other people, so she kept it her own secret. She would do what she wanted. As long as she felt like it, she would keep going forward. She wasn't a youkai. She wasn't an adult either. She was a girl, and because she was human, it was possible for Marisa, and for those who couldn't do that, she looked bright. Adults were those who had finished growing. Youkai were those who had been forgotten in the past.
Among them—even though Kirisame Marisa was alone, she kept on proceeding forward. Even though there were times she stopped, she looked far ahead. For Marisa, incidents weren't
endings, but only points along the way. That was why for Marisa, what was going on in front of her eyes right now was nothing other than 'something that seemed interesting.' —It's like a parade. While going down slowly from the sky, she thought that. Marisa, who had climbed high enough to reach the moon, had a panoramic view of the world that was ending. It wasn't a human parade. It was a strange march with ayakashi. The bewitching parade drew spectators and kept going forward. The scene of that side and this side mixed up could look like a parade depending on how one looked at it. It was like a Night Parade of One Hundred Demons— No, that wasn't it.
—Night Parade of One Million Demons.
It was a revelry of humans and others that could be called that. "But—she looks like she's having film" tt
Marisa spoke while looking up. Kirisame Marisa was big Naruto fan.