I unleashed a Hundred Demons Parade in the Ninja World

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not only that,

Rippling, menacing veins began to appear on his arms, the backs of his hands, and his forehead, and fangs and claws appeared at this moment.

'bass.'

A cherry-pink demonic flame suddenly rose from its body.

Bloodstains were cut open on his skin by an invisible force, and the unsealed blood began to seep into the outer layer of ice.

None of this is a human behavior.

All of this transcends the changes of the past, as if it is using all its power to change in an irreversible direction!

【but,】

So what?

Even if one becomes a ghost,

I want one too!

[Wake you up!]

"Blood Demon Technique: Demon Transformation!"

"Blood Demon Technique: Blood Burst!"

‘Crack. ’

The ice covering the boy's body shattered at that moment, and with the power of his demonic transformation, Ara finally crossed this last step, which was also the final step.

His internal energy was completely depleted, his bones and tendons were in disarray, and his whole body was covered with a layer of blood-red ice armor.

However, he finally reached the yokai girl who was asleep and trapped in eternal winter.

On that day, in another world, the other person also responded to their prayers with all their might, risking rejection from the world.

However, your hands are really cold.

【Shirley.】

After the last bit of warmth, belonging to humans or perhaps ghosts, landed in that slender palm, the world fell completely silent.

Chapter 302 This is my Onmyoji.

Preserved flowers

It is a pure white flower that blooms amidst ice and snow, possessing the power to heal all living beings, a power that humanity most desires.

"Are you here also to ask for the preserved flower?"

'Then take it.'

I stand atop the snow-capped mountain, looking down at the diverse array of people below, foreseeing the future of these visitors.

Pitiful.

Over the past century, I have seen far too many travelers.

For a century, their yearning has never wavered. They have traveled thousands of miles, climbing Mount Shirakawa for various reasons and excuses, all for the sake of obtaining a single petal of the 'Flower of Immortality'.

However, their burning passion upon receiving the petals would be extinguished in an instant by the merciless wind and snow, freezing them, along with their bodies, forever in the snow-covered landscape, becoming part of the mountain's beauty.

Why do humans always crave power they cannot control?

However, this longing was shattered one night.

His appearance was like spring blossoming on a cold ice field, like flowers and grasses that had been silent beneath the ice stretching out their branches freely.

Everything was so absurd.

'Does everyone really want the preserved flower these days?'

I looked at the human in my field of vision with disgust.

[Young]

[Weak]

Not worth mentioning.

I must have heard the rumors about 'preserved flowers' from somewhere.

Oh well,

Hurry up and tell me your wish!

However, after a long period of silence, the opening was an apology.

【Feel sorry. 】

Ah,

I scoff at it.

This kind of feigned indifference has been used more than once.

Humans are such a troublesome bunch. They chase after what they crave, yet they try to win sympathy by feigning weakness and pitifulness.

But now, I need your help.

The little guy in my field of vision suddenly became resolute, not just in his gaze, but also in his inner self.

In that instant, all weakness was contained within its very bones.

And what did he say?

power?

Whose power?

Mine?

Isn't it a 'preserved flower'?

I didn't answer, but just silently watched that frail little guy, as weak as an ant. The nameless contract also bound our fates together.

Yes,

This weak human really does want to borrow my power.

Because I could feel the unease, trembling, fear, and certainty emanating from its soul.

Whatever you want.

Considering you're the first human to want to rely on my power.

But how much of my power can someone as weak as you possibly wield?

Ultimately, it was a case of overestimating one's abilities.

When we met again, some time had already passed, right?

a year?

Two years?

Three years?

I don't remember, after all, time has no concept in the ancient and unchanging snowfield.

If one had to use a single object or landscape to depict the passage of time and the continuation of days, then it would undoubtedly be the ice sculptures standing atop this snow-covered peak.

This is a hair clip, used to hold hair up.

His voice had become more composed, but his face was still delicate and his childishness indicated that he was still a child.

Is this the return for all these years of using my strength?

Although it was completely unnecessary

but........

Perhaps it was because all of these were things I had never seen before.

That's why I unconsciously picked up the little round ball skewered on the wooden stick again. He said it was candy from the human world, and it was edible.

【So sweet. 】

I frowned slightly.

This unique flavor is somewhat beyond my comprehension.

However, it's not entirely opposed.

I ate the thing called candy in small bites, thinking to myself that this time, he still didn't ask me for the 'eternal flower'.

Could he be a special human being?

I do not know.

A month?

Two months?

Or six months?

The last time we met was the last time.

bloody,