In the world of Type-Moon, it all begins with becoming Morgan's husband!

“Since you have chosen to do this, you must have your reasons.”

"So--"

“Since you have chosen to do this, Madam, you must have your reasons.”

You have temporarily kept Watanabe no Tsuna at your residence—this is a kind gesture.

But what you don't know is...

This act of kindness will mark the beginning of a new tale of demon slaying.

120. The "Schemes" of the Onmyoji Couple (4,000-word chapter)

You left Watanabe no Tsuna at the mansion.

However, you can still sense a thick barrier between him, you, and Minamoto no Yorimitsu.

You realize that if you want to know what happened to Watanabe Tsuna, you need to get closer to him.

You decide to discuss the details with Minamoto no Yorimitsu.

night.

The water flows down, startling the deer that gathers in the pool, then slightly tilts its head back, pouring the clear water onto the other side.

On the tatami mat.

Ian and Minamoto no Yorimitsu had already gone to bed.

As husband and wife, they naturally expressed their intimacy towards each other.

But none of them showed any signs of fatigue at this moment.

Finally, Minamoto no Yorimitsu spoke first.

"Husband, are you still awake?"

“Yes,” Ian replied quickly.

"As expected, you can't sleep either..." Minamoto no Yorimitsu said with some emotion, "Are you thinking about Watanabe, just like me?"

"Yes."

Just as Minamoto no Yorimitsu said.

Watanabe's appearance reminded the two of many things that happened in the village.

This feeling intensified, especially when he shared the same goal as Minamoto no Yorimitsu.

"That husband——"

Minamoto no Yorimitsu looked at Ian beside him and put his arm around his neck.

Do you think we need to give this child some help?

"Then, what do you think, Madam?"

Ian also looked at Minamoto no Yorimitsu and put his arm around her waist.

In a fleeting moment of short-sightedness, the two exchanged glances and reached a consensus.

We definitely need to help.

The problem is, how can we help?

Watanabe no Tsuna's problem is too complicated.

Minamoto no Yorimitsu didn't have a good solution.

Seeing his wife in this state, Ian felt a pang of heartache.

He pondered for a moment, then spoke:

"Madam, I do have a solution."

"any solution?"

"that is……"

Ian looked at the "Higakiri" and "Hizamaru" placed on the side of the sword holder—these were wedding gifts given to the two of them by their father, Minamoto no Mitsunaka.

Minamoto no Yorimitsu was fond of martial arts.

Such a weapon is naturally the most suitable.

The Great Onmyoji's eyes now held a hint of ingenuity.

“Madam, since Watanabe is so concerned about his half of the sword blade…”

"They must be very sensitive to this kind of thing."

"If we show off our martial arts skills in front of him, we'll definitely have a chance to communicate with him, right?"

"Eh?"

Minamoto no Yorimitsu's eyes gleamed slightly.

"That makes sense."

"Then, my husband, shall I show it to him? What do you think?"

“No.” Ian shook his head.

"Madam, I'll take care of this."

"What about me?" Minamoto no Yorimitsu asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Your words—"

Ian looked at the beauty in his arms.

"There are more suitable things to do."

You have made a promise with Minamoto no Yorimitsu.

[You begin practicing the use of the Higekiri in your and Minamoto no Yorimitsu's residence.]

This is a very novel thing.

[Because apart from Minamoto no Yorimitsu, no one knew that you were also a skilled swordsman.]

They started discussing it extensively.

These words quickly influenced Watanabe no Tsuna.

You often saw him holding that broken sword blade, secretly observing your movements from the shadows.

[You know your opportunity has arrived—it's time to collaborate with Minamoto no Yorimitsu and put on a great show.]

"Drink-"

Ian spoke with a powerful, forceful voice in the courtyard.

Immediately, he struck the wooden stake in front of him with great force using the wooden sword in his hand.

Then, a conspicuous mark appeared on the wooden stake.

In this situation, no one would doubt the man's skill in swordsmanship.

If he were holding a real sword, the wooden stake in front of him would probably have been cut in two by now.

All of this was observed by Watanabe no Tsuna from the shadows.

Holding the broken sword blade, he gazed at Ian, who was wielding the blade in the courtyard, his red eyes filled with an undisguised longing.

He gripped the nearly broken sword hilt and carefully imitated the man's dashing sword-wielding movements.

And after "studying" like this for quite some time...

A gentle voice came from the side.

Are you imitating your husband?

The boy was startled and quickly turned around, only to see Minamoto no Yorimitsu looking at him with a warm smile.

He felt awkward;

He is uneasy;

He was incredibly flustered, just like a playful child caught by his mother.

Watanabe no Tsuna hid the broken half of his sword behind his back and shook his head repeatedly.

"That's not true... I wasn't imitating anything."

Such a clumsy trick could not fool Minamoto no Yorimitsu.

but--

She didn't intend to expose the inner thoughts of the uneasy Watanabe Tsuna in front of her.

She brought up something else.

"Watanabe, if I remember correctly, your purpose in coming to Kyoto was to find a great Onmyoji, right?"

"..."

Watanabe no Tsuna did not respond directly to Minamoto no Yorimitsu, but simply nodded silently.

"That--"

Minamoto no Yorimitsu looked at Ian before him, his eyes filled with the tenderness between husband and wife.

"Actually, Mr. Abe is the great Onmyoji you've been looking for, isn't he?"

"?!"

Watanabe no Tsuna glanced at Minamoto no Yorimitsu, then at Ian, his eyes filled with disbelief.

After a long while, he managed to squeeze out a sentence.

"Really, really?"

"of course it's true."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu remained as kind and gentle as ever.