I, Wang Ha, the Three Red Unparalleled Assassin

He chops wood, carries water, and prepares breakfast, meticulously handling each task like an ordinary old man.

If those overworked and exhausted workers of Type-Moon were to see such a leisurely life, they would surely be incredibly envious and yearn for it. (At this very moment, Gilgamesh is still working himself to the bone.)

"My lord, you're up so early again. You could have just left all these things to me."

As the old man happily finished his chores, the newly awakened Himari stretched and went to the stove to make breakfast.

"I despise laziness, and I especially despise the idea of ​​getting something for nothing. Never say such a thing again."

The old man of the mountain shook his head and refused Hishimi's suggestion. He was mostly alone and did everything himself. He was used to this simple and unpretentious lifestyle.

Himari nodded her little head and stopped arguing, focusing intently on preparing the kitchen utensils. Of course, the first thing she prepared was Kaguya Houraisan's meal.

After these few days of growth, Kaguya Houraisan's physical condition is almost the same as that of a one-year-old child. In addition to liquid food, she can also eat some easily digestible foods.

Having witnessed the growth of several generations of the Amakawa family, Himari was quite experienced in this matter, so the old man of the mountain entrusted her with the responsibility of arrokuyama Kaguya's three meals a day.

Wisps of smoke rose from the backyard of the bamboo house, the cleaver made a crisp "thud" sound as it chopped vegetables on the cutting board, and the fire in the stove crackled and popped as it burned the firewood.

Sunlight streamed through the window into the room, and Yakumo Yukari, who had been lying on the floor all night, trembled slightly with her eyelashes, as if she had woken up.

Although her head was still a little dizzy, her years of experience in the martial arts world prevented her from doing anything foolish. Without understanding the situation around her, she continued to play dead.

"Am I being captured? They didn't kill me on the spot, could it be that they want to take a powerful demon as their shikigami?"

Yukari Yakumo pondered silently in her heart, and after recalling Himari's existence, she felt that her guess made some sense.

After realizing that no one was around, she tried to move her body slightly and felt the torture device on her wrist. She tried to struggle but couldn't get it off.

"Demon power? I can't even mobilize demon power, damn it! It must have been imprisoned by some method."

Yukari Yakumo completely gave up on the idea of ​​escaping. Even in her prime, she couldn't escape someone else's grasp, let alone after her abilities were sealed.

Those who understand the times are wise; as long as you have your life, you don't have to worry about not being able to escape. The most urgent task is to figure out the other party's main purpose so that you can come up with a corresponding countermeasure.

After carefully considering the pros and cons, Yakumo Yukari opened her eyes and knelt down on the ground to wait, muttering to herself.

"Our treatment is a bit too miserable. We slept on the floor all night. No wonder we feel sore all over."

But what's the use of self-deprecation now? You have to swallow the bitter pill of your own actions, no matter how much you regret it.

Himari carried breakfast into the bamboo house, and the old man of the mountain followed slowly into the house, where he saw Yakumo Yukari sitting on the ground, looking up at him.

"Himari, you go and take care of A-Zhu first. I need to have a word with this guest."

Upon hearing the old man's words, Yakumo Yukari chuckled and raised her handcuffed hands, waving them around.

"Guests? This is the first time we've ever seen a host treat guests like this."

"An uninvited guest is naturally an unwelcome guest. It's just that your mobility is temporarily restricted. Do you still have any complaints?"

The old man of the mountain sat cross-legged, his gaze fixed on Yakumo Yukari's eyes. His deep blue eyes revealed no emotion, and his aura was quite majestic.

"Of course I have no complaints. I still have the self-awareness of a loser. Let me introduce myself first. My name is Yakumo Yukari. And you are, sir?"

Not sensing any obvious killing intent from the old man of the mountain, Yukari Yakumo breathed a sigh of relief. Although she was still extremely nervous, her outward demeanor became increasingly composed.

“I originally had no name, but I will temporarily call myself Suzuki Satoru.”

The old man of the mountain, who regarded names as useless symbols, reported the name he was temporarily using to travel the world; it was a symbol he had used during his first reincarnation.

"Suzuki Satoru? I'll remember that name. After all, there are very few strong people who can defeat us so cleanly and convincingly."

Yukari Yakumo carefully examined the man's face in front of her, trying to remember it deeply, but found that although she could see it very clearly, it would inexplicably become blurry in her mind when she tried to recall it.

The old man of the mountain clearly had no time for idle chatter with Yakumo Yukari, and immediately went straight to the point, asking:

"Alright, tell me the purpose of your visit, so that Wanzhong can decide where your fate will lead."

“Although this place is not my shrine, the crime of trespassing should not be overlooked.”

Faced with the overwhelming aura of the old man of the mountain, Yakumo Yukari dared not continue her playful banter and quickly composed herself to organize her thoughts.

"We're here to investigate the Mountain Spider. He used to be a demon king who loved to start battles. His sudden quietness is bound to make other demons suspicious, so we came to check it out."

Yukari Yakumo didn't dare to lie, and she didn't even dare to mix in half the truth. She honestly told everyone what she had done from beginning to end.

"Is that all? It seems your destiny is not yet over."

After confirming that Yakumo Yukari had no other intentions, the old man of the mountain casually tossed the key to the handcuffs to her.

"Open it yourself and then leave. My sword will only slay those whose destiny has been sealed."

The demon girl looked at the key in her palm with great surprise, never expecting that the other party could release her imprisoned demon power so easily.

However, after thinking about it more carefully, Yukari Yakumo felt relieved.

In any case, given the unfathomable strength of the Mountain Elder, even if she were to use her influence as a sage of demons to gather a large number of demons to attack, she would probably end up with the same fate as the Mountain Spider.

"This is the first time I've felt so powerless. Could it be that we've been too lazy for the last few hundred years?"

Yakumo Yukari bid farewell to the old man of the mountain, opened the gap and went inside. Before leaving, she also took two portions of food that Hishimari had placed on the table.

"However, this powerful figure doesn't seem to have much prejudice or malice towards monsters. I should visit him more often in the future."

Emerging from the other side of the gap, Yukari Yakumo appeared on the outskirts of a sunflower field.

Just as Yukari Yakumo had regained her footing, a beam of emerald green magic cannon suddenly appeared in front of her, forcing her to open a gap and casually redirect the magic cannon elsewhere.

"Yuuka, can you please change your habit of greeting us with a magical cannon the moment we meet? I came here with the best intentions to bring you breakfast, and I almost got a beating instead."

"Heh, when have you, Yakumo Yukari, ever done anything that doesn't benefit you? Just tell me, what is the purpose of your visit to me?"

As she spoke, Yuuka Kazami walked out of the flower field, her eyes glowing red. After decades of diligent training, she had become much stronger.

"Don't worry, it's not a big deal."

Yukari Yakumo raised her hand, opening a folding fan to cover half her face. A half-smile played on her lips as she spoke, each word deliberate and distinct:

"That's right, we've found the place of that powerful figure who defeated you before!"

Chapter 104: Barnyard Ah Li

It was past noon, and the sun was blazing.

Fujiwara no Fuhito once again came alone to the outside of the bamboo forest, bowed respectfully, and recited the same words of greeting as before, then stood there quietly waiting.

"Himari, go and bring the guest here to see me. It's best to sever ties with the mortal world as soon as possible."

At that moment, the old man of the mountain, who was taking a sip of tea, heard Fujiwara no Fuhito's call and said...

An old man like him, who has long since retired from the stage of history, would never casually reappear unless something happened that could endanger the entire history of humankind.

"Yes, please feel free to leave it to me."

Himari, who had been standing beside the old man of the mountain and serving tea, put down the teapot in her hand, darted out of the bamboo house, and spent a quarter of an hour leading Fujiwara no Fuhito here.

"Go in, the master is inside."

Himari raised her hand and gestured to the door, then stepped back slightly to open the door.

Fujiwara no Hitoshi stepped into the bamboo house without any hesitation and immediately saw the old man of the mountain sitting at the table by the window drinking tea.

The old man of the mountain still has white hair and is dressed in black. Just like the rumors say, his face is hard to remember. No matter how clearly you look at him, you can't remember his specific facial features.

The only thing that could leave a vague impression was a pair of deep blue eyes as cold and clear as ice, as if they had already seen through the three thousand worldly affairs.

Even so, Fujiwara no Fuhito couldn't help but admire the immortal-like appearance in his heart; the otherworldly aura gave people a feeling of being detached from the world.

"Junior Fujiwara Fuhito greets Senior Suzuki Satoru."

Fujiwara no Fuhito walked to the table and bowed respectfully again. Only after the old man of the mountain nodded in acceptance and allowed him to sit down did he carefully sit in the chair opposite the old man of the mountain.

The old man of the mountain looked up at Fujiwara no Hitoshi and casually placed his teacup on the table.

"I don't want to beat around the bush with you, so I'll just state the purpose of my visit."

Fujiwara no Hitoshi hadn't expected the old man of the mountain to get straight to the point. His prepared opening remarks were cut off before he could even finish them, but he quickly reacted by showing a compassionate expression.

The next moment, Fujiwara no Fuhito's words flowed like a spring, eloquent and vivid, describing how miserable and painful it was for humans to live under the ravages of monsters, and how many villages and towns were destroyed by monster attacks every year.

As he spoke, he even lowered his head and silently wiped away tears, lamenting how difficult the court's situation was, how there was a shortage of professionals such as shamans and onmyoji, making it difficult to resist the attacks of monsters, and he almost painted a picture of a country doomed to perish the next day.

In short, the world suffers, the court suffers, and the common people suffer.

He played a complete sob story, and whether others believed him or cried was unknown, but Fujiwara no Hiroshi believed him completely and cried his eyes out.

The old man of the mountain watched Fujiwara no Hitoshi's performance quietly. Whether what he said was true or false was of no use, the outcome was already predetermined.

As Fujiwara no Fuhito finished speaking, he stood up, bowed again, and tearfully pleaded:

"Therefore, I implore senior Suzuki Satoru, who possesses such great supernatural powers, to have mercy on the people, to save them from danger and suffering, and to rescue the court from turmoil!"

"While some of what you said is exaggerated, it is not entirely detached from reality."

The old man of the mountain mercilessly exposed the exaggeration in Fujiwara no Fuhito's words, but instead of directly rejecting him, he asked:

"However, according to what you just said, there are very few powerful demons among the monsters that cause trouble. Do you know why?"

Do you really think that all the capable and powerful people who have retired from the world are just living a leisurely life at home like carefree clouds and wild cranes?

Fujiwara no Fuhito immediately realized his oversight after being reminded by the old man of the mountain, and felt that he probably wouldn't be able to complete the task assigned by the Emperor.

As one of the rulers of the country, Fujiwara no Fuhito deeply understood that the Emperor simply wanted to strengthen his power and sense of security.

As for the lives and deaths of ordinary people at the bottom of society, no one cares at all.

Unless a natural disaster or man-made calamity suddenly occurs, causing a large-scale sharp decline in population, it will not shake the foundation of the country's rule.

"Himari, see the guest out."

When the old man of the mountain saw that Fujiwara no Hiroshi and the others were frozen in place, wanting to say something but unable to, he knew that the boy who had just been so eloquent had run out of arguments.

Having served as the leader of three different factions, the Old Man of the Mountain may be disgusted by intrigue and deceit, but that doesn't mean he doesn't understand the intricacies of the situation.

Compared to the old man of the mountain who had lived for countless years, Fujiwara no Fuhito could be called a successful politician, but he was still lacking in experience.

When Fujiwara no Fuhito heard the old man of the mountain give him the order to leave, he knew that his bamboo forest trip was over. He bowed slowly in farewell and left with Himari, dejected.

The tranquil bamboo forest returned to its usual quiet, life went on as usual, and the old man of the mountain once again picked up his fishing rod.

Seven days later.

Fujiwara no Fuhito returned to Heian-kyo and immediately went to the palace to report in detail to Emperor Monmu about his experiences, focusing on how the old man of the mountain captured the great demon.

Although Fujiwara no Hitoshi didn't actually see how Yama no Okina and Yakumo Yukari fought, anyone can make things up, and after all, the Emperor didn't witness it firsthand either.