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"What could possibly make you travel so far to find someone as poor and destitute as me?"

"It's a dream."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu answered while wiping Ian's back.

"Dream?"

"Yes, a grand dream."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu's purple eyes began to recall the dream that had been swirling in his mind.

"The dream was very long, and you may not be interested in it, Master."

"So let's just summarize it as having a prescient knowledge of several 'oddities' that we had to overcome."

"It would be foolish to fight him as a martial artist."

"And you, Master—"

Minamoto no Yorimitsu looked at the man in front of him.

"He is the one who has preserved this hope for me."

You don't doubt Minamoto no Yorimitsu's words.

Because it sounds reasonable.

[The eldest daughter of the Seiwa Genji clan, preparing in advance for an ominous dream, in case she is unable to restore her family's glory.]

Although it may seem somewhat pragmatic, it also reflects a sense of responsibility.

After all, it's always better to be prepared than to try to fix things after they've gone wrong.

"So, that's why you insisted on having me teach you, no matter what?"

"Yes."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu made no attempt to conceal his thoughts.

"As the eldest daughter of the Seiwa Genji, she should naturally be respected as an Onmyoji like you."

"Only in this way can one truly master this skill."

"..."

Seeing that Ian did not answer him, Minamoto no Yorimitsu did not press him any further.

With her graceful figure, she removed her outer robe, leaving only her suitable undergarments, and then slowly walked into the pool of water she had discovered.

Her beautiful long purple hair floated gently on the water's surface, like scattered willow branches.

"My apologies, Master."

As Minamoto no Yorimitsu said this, he stood in the water and gently wiped the chest of the man in front of him.

She remained as cautious and meticulous as ever, showing absolutely no trace of the bravery one would expect from a martial artist.

Her fingertips pressed against the towel in her hand, letting it gently trace the contours of Ian's chest muscles, leaving familiar, damp marks.

"Master's body is exceptionally robust."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu felt the rock-solid texture emanating from his fingertips.

"Even if it's just being a laborer for a term, shouldn't one have the aura of a leader?"

"Why have we ended up in this state?"

You're not the only one whose words have hidden meanings.

[Minamoto no Yorimitsu also has many questions about your current situation.]

This is not something difficult to understand.

In her eyes, you are a renowned Onmyoji, a figure of great renown and influence throughout Heian-kyo.

But now you live in a dilapidated house, struggling even to make ends meet.

Anyone capable of thinking will inevitably have doubts.

"That--"

Ian stared directly at Minamoto no Yorimitsu.

"What kind of life do you think I should live?"

"..."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu pondered for a moment and then replied:

"Someone of your status should at least be famous and respected by thousands, right?"

"At the very least, one should live out one's life in a place of splendor and luxury."

After hearing these words, Ian replied with a smile.

"Lai Guang, you seem to have a very high opinion of me."

Aren't you afraid that your expectations will be dashed?

"If things don't go well, there are plans for what to do next."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu answered calmly.

“Master, you don’t need to worry about me—you should know that I’m not the kind of person who acts impulsively.”

"..."

Ian did not respond to Minamoto no Yorimitsu.

But she wasn't surprised.

After all, this kind of silence isn't the first time.

"Anyway——"

"Master, please let me fulfill my promise."

"Things must have a beginning and an end."

After saying this, Minamoto no Yorimitsu and Ian looked at each other.

It is clear.

She was seeking the opinion of the man in front of her—regarding the final step of the bath.

If you refuse at this point, the martial artist might really give up.

However, you don't intend to do that.

After all, you're essentially the same as Minamoto no Yorimitsu—someone who likes to see things through to the end.

Therefore, you do not intend to refuse her request.

“I understand.” Ian nodded.

"Then let everything have a beginning and an end."

"Thank you, Master, for helping me."

After saying this, Minamoto no Yorimitsu removed his hands from Ian's chest.

sneak into.

Two ripples spread across the water's surface from the slender white hand, which, along with the damp towel, transformed into fish that plunged into the sea.

They swam nimbly and skillfully in the clear water.

As Minamoto no Yorimitsu himself promised, this change would be the final step in her completing the entire ceremony.

That was the purpose of their visit.

arrival.

The two made a pact-like contact underwater.

Minamoto no Yorimitsu's face flushed slightly.

"Master, you are indeed extraordinary."

"Even underwater, it feels as warm as sunshine."

"Yakou."

Ian looked at her.

"Is this enough for now?"

"The entire process is now completely complete."

“Continuing like this will not be good for your reputation.”

“No.” Minamoto no Yorimitsu shook his head.

"Master, I think I have already said it."

"One should finish what one starts—I hate it most when someone hastily writes an ending for a story like this."

"Please also rest assured."

“There is no impure relationship between us, so there is no such thing as damage to our reputation.”

"..."

Ian remained silent.

This signifies his tacit approval of Minamoto no Yorimitsu's actions.

Everything became an unspoken understanding.

The soft towel tumbled underwater, occasionally creating small whirlpools.

Jade artifacts are sculpted and refined during this process, taking on exquisite shapes.

The warmth spreads through your hands, converging into an enduring legend.

"Master."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu continued to express his sincerity.