I unleashed a Hundred Demons Parade in the Ninja World

Seeing Kidomaru struggle, Ara immediately raised his hand and pulled down his collar, revealing his prominent collarbone and the faint scars on his right chest. A strange black coffin pattern was extremely eerie and ominous, coiled around his chest!

On all four sides of this pattern is a menacing black and red flame pattern.

Judging from the momentum of this eerie flame, it clearly intended to burn the strange coffin surrounding the center to ashes.

But in the end, it could only occupy its surroundings in a frustrated, defensive posture.

Kidomaru's gaze was instantly drawn to the strange patterns.

He immediately recognized the source of the black and red flames as the same threat that the bastard Onmyoji had previously given him, and it was also the hunting agreement between the two of them!

That power came from a powerful being that both terrified and yearned for!

But this terrifying being, which required the combined might of countless powerful demons before him to dare to confront, was now suppressed by another unknown seal!

How terrible is this?

Superficial observation

There's no denying it; this damn Onmyoji's self-assessment is not an exaggeration at all.

However!

Even with this visible fighting spirit before him, and with the festival of some foolish god approaching, the unruly and frenzied bloodline within him still prevented him from easily abandoning his determination to go to Mount Ooe to fight!

especially,

"I should have said that you shouldn't try to control my choices!"

"I'm not your shikigami,"

"I am Kidomaru, son of the Asura Demon King!!"

He glared menacingly at the young human who was very close to him, and a ghostly hand with hideous veins was already raised, intending to reach out towards the former's slender neck!

A torrent of demonic energy poured down from his body.

The self-linking chains emitted a chilling, deadly sound.

In the blink of an eye, the strange sky was stirred up into an inverted black vortex!

"Okay, I won't interfere with your choice."

"But in the end, please answer two questions for me, no, for yourself."

Ara held up two fingers to Kidomaru and, without waiting for a response, began to speak to himself:

"First, this is the first festival of the God of Fate. Whether or not there will be such festivals in the future, it will not be the first time."

"Secondly, did you choose that hairpin just to leave it lying in your ninja pouch forever?"

You've been following me!

The words that reached his ears instantly enraged Kidomaru, and at the same time, his two hands, which were hanging down, unconsciously clenched the ninja pouch tied to his waist.

At this moment, both the desire to kill and the dilemma of going to the Festival of the God of Marriage became secondary after this little secret was revealed.

This feeling is no different from that of a boy who is in a relationship and whose relationship is exposed in public by his father. At that moment, a series of emotions such as anger, shyness, and shock are all intertwined.

Faced with Kidomaru's questioning, Ara responded with an unusually calm expression:

"This is just a small town that rose to prominence thanks to Kyoto. There are no luxury shops; all you can find are stalls set up on the street."

"As I said, although that simpleton has new clothes, he doesn't have any accessories to match them. You must have secretly remembered that, which is why you lingered a bit longer when you passed by those accessory stalls."

"As for why it's a hairpin, just look at the ninja pouch you're clutching tightly and you'll know."

Upon hearing this, Kidomaru looked at his left hand as instructed, and saw that a thin horizontal line was faintly visible on the ninja pouch that he was tightly gripping.

There is only this thin horizontal bar.

Worried that the magatama might leave scratches on the small item, he took out all the small coins he had stored in his ninja pouch.

"You should understand, don't underestimate the insight of my eyes."

Ara withdrew his finger from the mural in front of Kidomaru's eyes and then lightly tapped his temple.

"Alright, that's all my advice. The choice is yours now."

"Whether you go to Enmusubi Shrine or come with us to Mt. Oe."

After saying that, he pulled Izumi along and headed towards Kyoto.

He had originally planned to rest in the town for one night, but the rumors circulating among the residents made it impossible for him to stay any longer.

After all, it takes time for those messages to travel from Mount Ooe to this place, and the actual battle situation has likely progressed considerably by then.

If you go late,

Whether the outcome was that Shuten-dōji was beheaded by Minamoto no Yorimitsu, or the Demon King overturned the predetermined fate and forcefully defeated the Minamoto clan's punitive army, it was not what he wanted to see.

"Oh, right,"

"Don't worry too much about the value of the gift; people who truly accept you won't care about the price of the gift."

As if struck by a thought, Huang suddenly stopped and spoke to the working demon behind him.

When they mentioned words like cheap, expensive, and street stalls, I sensed a subtle emotional fluctuation in their eyes.

It's likely that she felt the gift she bought was too cheap and didn't match the gorgeous dress.

Even evil spirits have their own dignity.

Upon hearing the sound, Kidomaru subconsciously looked towards the Onmyoji who had already walked some distance away.

Although he didn't finish speaking, his inner thoughts were churning with some kind of obscure emotion. This bastard always seemed to be able to guess what he was thinking.

However, it completely disagrees with the theory of 'cheap' and 'expensive'.

Having lived in human society for a period of time, he clearly understood human nature's pursuit of money.

"A brat is a brat,"

"Look here, this is the first gift I've ever given to someone I like, it's just a very ordinary hair clip."

Ara, who saw through the demon's thoughts, immediately pointed to the four-leaf clover hair clip that Izumi had pinned to her hair and said.

This was a graduation gift he gave to Izumi a long, long time ago, and it wasn't much more expensive than a bowl of Ichiraku Ramen.

But Quan took great care of this ordinary hair clip that had already faded a bit. Even though he bought many more beautiful and expensive hair accessories afterward, he was unable to replace this faded little item.

In Quan's words:

"I like."

That's it.

Chapter 777 Actions You Can't Decide On: Stay Away From Me!

East of Kyoto,

A fork in the road with three directions.

As the scoundrel of an Onmyoji receded into the distance, Kidomaru ultimately made a choice contrary to his bloodthirsty nature:

Instead of going against the latter, he went alone to attend the first festival of some foolish god.

This was a difficult decision he made after struggling all night, but after making the choice, the violence and restlessness in his heart strangely subsided.

Even the Asura Demon King bloodline flowing through his body has returned to normal.

Why is this happening?

To be honest, even they themselves don't understand it.

But an unattainable feeling told him that he had to personally deliver that little item from his ninja pouch to that idiot.

After all, this was a gift he bought as an ordinary 'worker', after setting aside his inherent pride and restraining his innate bloodthirsty nature!

Lost in thought, Kidomaru's left hand, which was close to the ninja pouch, involuntarily gripped the pouch tied to his waist again. This action had been happening frequently since he bought that human hairpin, as if it contained an enormous fortune that could rival that of a nation.

However, his fingers quickly stopped as he tried to grasp the small object and feel its presence.

Because the bastard Onmyoji discovered the small gift he had bought, he ignored him and led him back to where he bought it, and made the stall owner repackage the 'smooth' hairpin.

[Honestly, the Goddess of Fate is a girl, you should at least wrap up the gift you gave her.]

[You bought this gift with your own money, why are you so nervous? The stall owner even offered to bandage it for you, and you just ran off without a word.]

[And another thing! Now that it's already packaged, stop being so nervous, touching it and grabbing it all the time.]

My ninja pouch is for carrying weapons; it's very durable and won't lose anything.

[No one other than the head of one of the three great Yin-Yang families could snatch this world from you. Of course, those family heads wouldn't do something so pointless.]

Besides, you've already imprinted your own scent on the hairpin, why are you worried about losing it? Calm down, okay?

Now that it's already packaged, don't keep handling it; you'll damage the packaging.

Did you understand?

The bastard Onmyoji's reminder suddenly echoed in his ears, causing his restless left hand to completely leave the vicinity of the ninja bag.

After all, his attention last night was entirely focused on the gift that looked 'brand new' because of the packaging, and in the gaps of his daze, he ignored what that bastard said, letting it go in one ear and out the other.

However, paid leave...

【interesting. 】

The system crash lasted only a few breaths, but by the time Kidomaru focused his attention again, that damned Onmyoji had already reached the edge of his field of vision.

An unknown impulse stirred within him, causing him to suddenly shout out just as the two dark figures were about to disappear from sight:

"Don't die on Mount Ooe,"

"Your life is mine!"

One breath,

Two breaths,

Three breaths,

Suddenly, the Onmyoji, who was almost disappearing on the horizon, raised his empty left hand and waved it casually in the air without turning his head.

Seeing this, a faint smile unconsciously appeared in Kidomaru's narrow, demonic eyes, and then he started walking along the opposite road.