Shota is surrounded by monsters!

Meanwhile, Shota had already fled to the Nura Clan at lightning speed.

"Exorcists from abroad? Experts in exorcising vampires?"

Nurarihyon was taking a bath in the open air when he heard Shota's words and said, "You can handle this yourself."

Rikuo has already gone to school, and Nurarihyon has no intention of getting involved in this matter.

"...Then I'll go fight myself. Don't blame me if I destroy your territory." Shota shrugged, then asked, "By the way, have you ever heard of that monster named Kiss-Shot with something like 'Heart Under the Blade'?"

"..."

Nurarihyon was somewhat surprised by the appearance of this name and said, "She's come to Japan?"

"You know him?"

“She came to Japan during the Edo period.” Nurarihyon said with a touch of nostalgia, “She even fought against my son.”

"...No way? Who won and who lost?"

Nura Nurarihyon's son, the second leader of the Nura Clan, was arguably the man who brought the Nura Clan to its peak. That commander-in-chief, possessing half-yokai and half-human blood, was practically a god of strength.

"It's a draw. He didn't bring all his demons, and that vampire didn't bring his familiars either."

"Is that right?"

"Yes. That's right. I remember it very clearly. My son wanted to pursue that vampire back then, but she gave him a good scolding before he gave up."

"...Luckily, it didn't work."

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

"No, it's nothing."

Thankfully, Kiss-Shot didn't become a Nura Clan member's wife, otherwise it would have been too awkward. But even so, it still feels a little strange.

After all, Shota really wanted Kiss-Shot to have his child.

Why not go and Nurarihyon II?

……

No, I only have respect for Mrs. Wakana, nothing more.

Shota quickly banished the terrible thought from his mind and said, "Then I'll be going now."

"Let's go, let's go. Remember to call for help if you can't win. Oh, by the way, do you still have the Blade of the Heart?"

"What kind of knife?"

"If you don't have one, then forget it. It's just the Demon Blade Heart Crossing, which is the same level of weapon as the Demon Blade that Rikuo is using now."

Nura Garou, who loves knives, exclaimed, "It would be wonderful if I had the chance to use one."

"That weapon that Rikuo used? The one that only cuts down monsters?"

"Anyway, you don't like knives. There's no point in explaining it to you."

Nurarihyon waved his hand and said, "Go and take care of this yourself."

"but……"

Nurarihyon said in a somewhat meaningful tone, "If you can't control that vampire, be careful."

"Probably not?"

After thinking for a moment, Shota said, "I don't think she would harm me. After all..."

However, those things were all based on my intuition.

Even if I told you, no one would believe me, right?

After leaving the Nura Clan's old house, Shota deliberately found a sparsely populated place and then sprinkled the two drops of blood that Kiss-Shot had given him onto the ground.

An aura of vampires began to permeate the air.

Like a samurai awaiting a challenge, Shota sat on the ground with the Lion King in his arms.

Waiting for the enemy to arrive.

Fifteen minutes later.

A giant of muscle, over two meters tall, walked over from the left. He held a greatsword with a wavy blade in both hands and wore a headband to keep his messy long hair in place.

Right foot?

Shota certainly wouldn't bother memorizing tongue-twisting English names. He only needed to know which body part each person should wear.

Next, approaching from the right, was a very slender man. His gaze was extremely cold, but even more striking than his appearance was the cross he wore—three times larger than an average person's, not just three times larger than what an average person would wear, but three times larger than a person. That cross was simply made of what appeared to be pure silver, without any craftsmanship whatsoever.

Left foot.

Approaching Shota from the front was a priest with spiky hair, his eyes half-closed and half-open. Unlike the other two, he carried no weapons.

But he took away the most—his arms.

There's a dangerous aura about them. Just the three of them, yet Shota felt as if he were surrounded by all the exorcists in Tokyo.

"Not Heartunder Blade, wait, who is this guy?"

The first to speak was the man holding the cross.

"There's blood on the ground, probably Kiss-Shot's blood."

"It looks like she's trying to seduce us."

The language they were using was Latin. Unfortunately, Shota, who grew up in Europe, was fluent in almost all European languages. In fact, he could easily make a living as a translator.

"No, you two need to use the local language to get things done here. That's basic knowledge, isn't it?"

It was the priest who spoke.

"However, this guy seems to be related to Xinxia, ​​but not as a member of his family?"

"Probably the person who saved that guy. But if that's the case, all we need to do is knock him down and then force him to reveal the vampire's whereabouts, right?"

The language they use now is standard Japanese.

"I have a question."

Shota slowly stood up, interrupting their conversation, and said, "The part of Kiss-Shot that you took from her is still on her body, isn't it?"

"..."

The three remained silent, as they sensed a powerful aura emanating from them.

"Then I'll take that as a yes."

Shota decided to eat one of them first, otherwise, if he were outnumbered three to one and got kited, it would be troublesome... There was a vampire, a half-vampire, and a human among them. Simple, he'd just eat the big vampire first.

Shota then placed the knife on his right side.

The nimble tail hooked onto the hilt and then slowly pulled the knife out.

"What are you so nervous about? You dare to gang up on the mother of my most ideal child, but you don't dare to lay a hand on me?"

"Or... do you only know how to deal with vampires?"

"rub--"

The sword is drawn.

"Chaotic Crimson Lotus!"

"Ow!"

Chapter 104. The Reason

"vomit--"

Shota quickly scratched his throat with his paw, trying to spit out Masashi. If he accidentally swallowed some saliva, it would be really bad. Rea also realized the severity of the situation and quickly lifted Shota's mouth towards the ground, shaking it like a package.

Fortunately... Mashiro eventually came out.

"You scared me to death, meow."

Shota collapsed to the ground once again, looking at the puddle of slime on the ground, and said, "You're more trouble than you're worth, meow!"

"Hehehe."

On the contrary, Mashiro seems to have too much faith that Shota won't hurt her, so she doesn't seem worried about dying at all. Instead, she's unusually excited about Shota's one-day trip inside her body and is currently peeking out with a silly grin.

"Smack!"

Shota slammed his claw into Mashiro's head, but two of her hands were still stuck in place. Shota had no choice but to look back...

"I'll do it, Kousaka-kun."

"..."

It was Senjougahara who spoke. Shota shuddered. He was about to refuse the request when he found Senjougahara looking at him with an indifferent, routine gaze.

"I've studied a little biology, so it shouldn't make you feel uncomfortable."

Senjougahara crouched down, speaking in a manner reminiscent of a doctor, "Ah..."

"Ok?"

"First, take a good look inside your mouth; that will make things much easier."

That sounds very professional. As expected of Senjougahara, Shota opened his mouth with a "meow," and the flash from the back of Senjougahara's phone shone into Shota's mouth.

The restless tongue, sharp teeth, and throat opening are all clearly visible.

"Snapped."

Senjougahara turned off the flash and said to Shota, "Don't make a 'meow' sound. If you can't make an 'ah' sound, make a 'woof' sound..."

"..."

"Wang-"

Shota obediently did as instructed, while Senjou Ryori minimized his hand and inserted it into Shota's mouth.

Ah, Senjougahara's fingers, I really want to lick them.

"If you want to lick it, lie on all fours and shout 'Woof!'"

Senjougahara seemed to have read Shota's mind and said something that made Shota have no choice but to press his tongue down to prevent himself from licking Senjougahara's fingers.