Oh his manner of dress was most decidedly familiar, and the scent... Ammy sniffed again, and it was definitely Japanese, though not the way she was used to. Huh. Moving closer when he knelt, offering a bow of greeting before sitting, tall and graceful as any court lady might.

I speak, though this form is unsuited for human words. The tip of her tail, black as a brush, had waved and characters appeared in the air. Legible for the moment, then fading from sight, as if painted in ink that had vanished.

Welcome Munechika-san to the Library. I am Amaterasu.