I unleashed a Hundred Demons Parade in the Ninja World

I see,

The young man was dressed in a dark-colored patterned haori hakama, with three long katana at his waist. His eyes were sharp as knives, and his back was as straight as a pine tree. He exuded an invisible sense of oppression simply by walking.

The girl was dressed in relatively simple armor, with a cool and aloof face, a tall and slender figure, and long black hair that fell to her ankles. However, what caught people's attention the most was the large katana she dragged across the ground.

This special weapon is far longer than an ordinary blade; the blade itself may even be longer than the user's tall figure.

However, the combination of the two does not evoke a sense of absurdity or overestimation of one's abilities, but rather a powerful aura of killing intent emanating from all directions.

Judging from their appearance alone, the two of them possessed extraordinary qualities that set them apart from ordinary people, which explains why no one was willing to approach them from dozens of meters away.

Next came the Onmyoji of the Minamoto clan. They marched in a very strict hierarchical order, and the hunting robes they wore, ranging from dark to light, indicated their rank.

Among the accompanying group were some enormous and ferocious beasts, undoubtedly the shikigami (spirits) forged by the Onmyoji of the Minamoto clan.

However, these ferocious beasts, which clearly appeared to be much larger and stronger than humans, were now obediently following the expeditionary force like domestic cats and dogs, showing no intention of attacking or invading the onlookers on both sides of the road.

However, compared to these Minamoto clan Onmyoji with their spiritual powers, what Ara cared more about were the armored samurai who were lagging behind at the end of the expeditionary force.

That perfectly synchronized marching pace, which seemed poised to shatter the entire capital, was unleashed by this very legion.

Like the two standard-bearers on horseback before them, they were dressed in the most heavily armored suits in the sweltering summer heat, with only their cold, blood-red eyes visible beneath their helmets.

That's right,

This special army, belonging exclusively to the current head of the Minamoto clan, is not actually human, but rather spirit puppets created by Minamoto no Yorimitsu using Onmyōdō techniques!

They were fearless in the face of death.

Even the vital points of ordinary people are useless against this special legion.

Although each demon soldier bears the gentian crest, a symbol of the Minamoto clan, engraved on their breastplate, the only one who can truly command this army is their master, Minamoto no Yorimitsu!

Ara stood among the crowd, thoughtfully appreciating the profound heritage of the Genji clan.

Now that Minamoto no Yorimitsu has taken the step of sending troops to subdue them, it means that it is time for him to choose a side.

However, he had already made up his mind about the issue of faction.

The most urgent task now is to obtain a token that can conceal one's presence. Relying solely on the [Mirror of Still Water] to maintain concealment is ultimately not a long-term solution. Once a fierce clash occurs in battle, the concealment effect provided by the [Mirror of Still Water] will quickly disappear.

"Let's go."

After joining in the fun for a while, Huang took Quan's little hand and slowly disappeared into the crowd.

The Minamoto clan's expedition was launched from the north, while they came from the south, so there was no need to worry about Kidomaru clashing with this expeditionary force.

Moreover, with his mission already underway, Minamoto no Yorimitsu wouldn't be concerned with other minor demons besides those from Mount Ōe, or anything other than the campaign against Mount Ōe.

Just as Ara had imagined, when a great Onmyoji riding ahead of Minamoto no Yorimitsu approached to report and ask for his perception, Ara dismissed it without a second thought.

"The shadow was defeated and died because of his own incompetence."

"Now, we have only one goal: to wipe out the Great Jiangshan."

"Put everything else aside for now."

However, after saying that, he still glanced subtly in a certain direction on both sides of the street, but that place had lost its significance and there was no one worth paying attention to.

[Consider yourself lucky.]

[Next time we meet,]

I will surely reclaim the dignity of the Genji.

.........

Some time has passed since the Minamoto clan's army marched out of Kyoto to subdue Mount Ōe, but the streets and alleys of the entire metropolis are still filled with discussions and rumors about the Minamoto clan and Minamoto no Yorimitsu.

"Will the Genji win? Legend has it that Mount Ōe is a paradise for all yokai! There are thousands upon thousands of yokai there, and an invincible demon king reigns over it! For thousands of years, no one, no force has dared to lay a hand on that land!"

"I've heard that the Minamoto clan has a prophecy that the current head of the clan will die at the hands of the Demon King. That's why he's so radical in wanting to conquer Mount Oe, to prove himself, and to prove the Minamoto clan!"

"See that young couple? Those are weapons made by the Genji clan! I was fortunate enough to witness that girl's battle. It was in a pitiful village that had been slaughtered by demons. She rushed there, wielding that giant blade, and fearlessly charged into the horde of monsters. When I could no longer hear any sound, only that girl remained, standing alone in a pool of blood! And those hateful demons were all reduced to pieces!!"

"........"

Amidst such discussions, Huang pulled Quan to a stop in front of a clothing store.

He remembered that there was a bathrobe here that the simple-minded god coveted but couldn't buy due to his lack of money.

Yes, that's the one.

Upon entering, Huang immediately noticed the red yukata lying flat on the clothes rack. The excellent material seemed to have a flowing luster, and the pink peach blossom pattern complemented it perfectly. However, the label "999" on it meant that it was kept on a high shelf, becoming a garment that most people could only admire from afar.

Meanwhile, as he looked around, he did not see the men's yukata embroidered with maple leaf patterns.

"Anyone you like?"

Huang asked the girl beside him, of course not excluding the peach blossom bathrobe that the silly god had taken a liking to.

If Izumi also likes it, then naturally he should buy it for his girl first.

“Anthrax,”

"That's a bit too flashy and impractical. I'm fine as I am now."

Quan gently shook her cheek. Although the clothes displayed in the room all had a unique beauty and were indeed attractive to her, Quan did shake her cheek slightly.

But he still firmly remembered his identity:

They are ninjas who are ready to fight at any time!

These luxurious clothes worn at the celebrations made movement quite inconvenient.

Upon hearing this, the proprietress behind the counter revealed a subtle disdain in her eyes. "That poor girl last time was the same. Her yukata looked so shiny, but she only bought a simple yukata for ten yuan."

However, she was used to such things. At her signal, a man doing odd jobs pulled out a light blue yukata from a shelf on the side. It had no pattern or lining, just like a simple haori.

However, the price is listed as "ten".

"This blue yukata suits your partner's skin tone perfectly, and its simple design matches her temperament... There's a fitting room in the back where your partner can try it on."

Even a tiny mosquito is still meat.

The proprietress began her introduction calmly, without mentioning the price in any of her sentences, but her finger kept pointing to the "Pick" tag.

"no need."

However, Huang directly rejected the other party's proposal.

Before the proprietress's practiced smile could fade and her disdainful expression could fully emerge, he directly pulled Quan to a nearby shelf and began pointing at things casually:

"This one, this one, this one, and this one..."

Of course, even the simple, ordinary-looking yukata in the servant's hands was not spared his attention.

"I don't want any of them, just wrap up the rest."

"Oh, especially this one, I'm giving it as a gift, please wrap it up nicely for me."

Huang finally pointed to the peach blossom bathrobe priced at "999" and said.

Chapter 763 Did you dirty my clothes so you could give me your body to make new clothes?

"Please take care, guest."

The owner of the Kyoto clothing store, along with her servants, escorted her to a spot dozens of meters outside the door.

She had never seen such a wealthy young master from a prominent family!

His extravagant spending spree, even without fancy clothes, was something those self-proclaimed young masters of the capital could never match!

"Boss lady, would you like me...?"

As the two strangers gradually disappeared into the crowd, a servant standing beside the beautiful woman subtly made a gesture of following them with his finger, his eyes gleaming with an undisguised fervor.

Speaking with an accent from out of town and spending so generously, he's definitely a rare and easy target!

Moreover, in Kyoto, a place teeming with all sorts of people, it's not a good habit for outsiders to carelessly flaunt their wealth.

"Keep your little schemes to yourself."

"This is Kyoto. Young talents who dare to come alone without guards are not people like you who can covet them."

"I only took you in as a watchman because of an old friend's request."

"However, if you dare to disrupt my business, don't blame me for not showing any mercy and kicking you out."

However, the voluptuous proprietress, dressed in fine clothes, did not accept the former's suggestion. Instead, she immediately put on a cold face and rebuked him.

That indifferent gaze was as if he were looking at those ineffective customers who came into the store, only looked and touched things, but never made a purchase.

"Yes Yes."

"The landlady is right."

"I understand, I understand."

Upon hearing this, the servant who had spoken immediately bowed and agreed, but the burning passion in his lowered eyes remained undiminished.

"Don't think that just because the Minamoto clan has left the city, you people can do whatever you want during this time."

"Kyoto is not as simple as it appears to you."

"If you really want to return to a normal life, then you'd better think about it."

After giving the bowing servant a meaningful look, the woman strolled back to her shop.

Most of the high-end clothing was sold out, so she needed to urgently order a batch of materials.

After that, Kan Chang straightened up and slowly clenched his fist, revealing white calluses on the web of his hand.

.........

.........

"Dawdling and procrastinating."

Seeing the Onmyoji finally appear when the moon was already high in the sky, Kidomaru was in a very bad mood.

Wasting time in such a boring place is practically the death of him.

“Hey, this outfit suits you quite well. It looks much better than the previous monster cloak. You look like a true believer now.”

"However, the Ghost Realm probably doesn't sell such luxurious clothes, does it?"