[Look, if Natsume didn't take place in the ambiguous pre-digital age, Natori would be able to block trolls on Twitter while also having a gecko on his face. Life contains multitudes.]

Well, I haven't experienced it directly, but shortly before I arrived corrupted specters of people's loved ones apparently started sprouting from the walls trying to lure people in to touch them, so. [Which he figures a jujutsushi, the word he totally heard, should be able to help out with. Natori called himself a haraiya by the way.] I'm told there's a lot on this island that's vulnerable to holy or spiritual power.

...It's an island, by the way.