The carriage started moving again.
These samurai, usually arrogant and domineering, were beaten like cowering turtles, each using their swords as crutches, walking forward in a very disheveled manner.
The Middle-aged Noble sat in the carriage, trembling: "Where are the two exorcists from? I've never seen you two before. I've invited all the exorcists in this vicinity."
Yamabuki immediately transformed from a bandit into a noble exorcist, sitting cross-legged in the carriage, meditating with his eyes closed, looking like an otherworldly master.
As for Saitō Furōfushi, she still looked like that wild girl. It must be said that although the villages outside the city were desolate, the interior of Heian-kyō was quite prosperous, and the wealth gap between nobles and commoners was enormous.
Saitō Furōfushi had no particular feelings about this; the Soul Society was actually the same.
The Seireitei and the Rukongai were completely two different worlds.
The nobles living in the Seireitei had food and drink, secure lives, guards protecting their safety, and entertainment. But for the ordinary people in the Rukongai, just surviving was already their utmost effort; even survival was a luxury.
And this world has a high-martial system; no matter how many commoners there are, they cannot resist the nobles. Even tens of thousands of souls in one district combined cannot defeat a Captain. How could they resist?
Over time, some gave up, while others managed to survive.
"How do you know your daughter is possessed by an evil spirit? Not just sick?" Yamabuki asked.
In the world he lived in, there were also frequent exorcism activities in the West, but as technology became more and more advanced, people discovered that most so-called "demonic possessions" were actually just patients suffering from mental illness.
As for the few remaining cases, whether they were truly caused by demons… no one knew.
Yamabuki had received a materialistic education in his previous life. Before transmigrating to this world, he never believed that ghosts existed in this world, let alone God or demons.
Even if they did exist, the so-called "gods" were just life forms superior to humans.
The Middle-aged Noble began to recount his experience.
"My daughter used to eat very little; a tiny bit of food per meal was enough. But recently, her appetite has suddenly increased, and she eats as much as several adults at each meal. Moreover, she often makes the voice of an unfamiliar man. At first, I thought my daughter was sick, but later an exorcist told me that my daughter was not sick; she was possessed by an evil spirit. And it's a very ferocious evil spirit. I've invited all the exorcists in the vicinity, but no one can resolve this spirit. My poor daughter!" The Middle-aged Noble covered his face and wept.
Yamabuki pinched his chin. Are there really monsters in this world? If so, he really wanted to observe Hagoromo Gitsune's black silk—ahem, no, he accidentally spoke his mind. If possible, he wanted to see if these so-called monsters were actually Hollows.
After all, in the world of Shinigami, there is no monster setting.
Half an hour later, the carriage slowly arrived at the Middle-aged Noble's mansion.
Under pressure, the Middle-aged Noble could only invite these two great deities into his room. If they could cure his daughter's illness, that would be best. If not… he hoped they wouldn't chop him down!
"Kumohime, Daddy's back. This time, Daddy brought back two very powerful exorcists," the Middle-aged Noble said. Two people who could beat dozens of samurai into a chaotic mess, never mind whether they had magic power, just that level of martial prowess was already terrifying.
Though it was daytime, the girl named Kumohime sat in the shadows. Logically, with the sun so bright outside, even if the room was dark, it shouldn't be that dark. But as the girl sat in the shadows, the surrounding space seemed like ink, making her face unclear.
Yamabuki and Saitō Furōfushi both sensed the girl's strangeness and instinctively gripped their swords.
However, when the girl walked out of the shadows, Yamabuki completely lost it.
The girl was: thin-bodied with a round face, thick lips and small eyes, less than 1.4 meters tall, with sparse hair.
"What kind of demon are you?!" Yamabuki was so scared he immediately drew his sword.
This evil spirit is too powerful, isn't it? To torment a girl like this! Watch me enforce justice on behalf of heaven!
As soon as he entered this room, he felt a chilling spiritual pressure. There were two souls in the girl's body: her own soul and the soul of an evil spirit.
In fact, so-called evil spirits are just ordinary human souls with grudges, not as terrifying as everyone imagines. If this kind of evil spirit's grudge deepens further, it will evolve into a common Hollow. A Hollow needs to devour many souls to evolve into a Menos Grande. A Menos Grande devours many more souls to evolve into a Gillian. Only one out of a thousand Gillian can evolve into an Adjuchas, and only one out of countless Adjuchas can evolve into a Vasto Lorde.
Now, the strongest Vasto Lorde in Hueco Mundo has been captured by Yamabuki and taken to Soul Society for experiments.
The disparity between them is self-evident.
Yamabuki strode over, his Zanpakutō in hand. The evil spirit seemed to sense the killing intent emanating from Yamabuki and a young girl's voice urgently cried out to the Middle-aged Noble, "Father, save me! Don't let him come closer!"
The Middle-aged Noble was in tears, "Daughter, your father has no way either."
Yamabuki grabbed his Zanpakutō and directly pressed the hilt against the girl's forehead. A very ugly middle-aged man's soul flew out of the girl's body.
"So, you're the one causing trouble here, huh?" Yamabuki said with a sinister smile.
"You are… a Shinigami… Shinigami-sama? I was wrong, I won't dare to do it again!" The middle-aged man's soul trembled.
His meager power could only bully ordinary young girls; he couldn't even handle an adult with strong willpower.
Yamabuki didn't want to waste any more words with him. He picked up his Zanpakutō and pressed it directly against his forehead, sending him straight to Soul Society, to wait in the Zaraki District, East 80th Street.
The girl's body softly collapsed to the ground. Yamabuki waited for her to return to her original appearance. A moment later, the girl woke up with a whimper, but her monstrous appearance hadn't changed at all.
Yamabuki's expression was serious: "Could it be that there are other evil spirits in this girl's body? Watch me drag them all out!"
At this moment, the Middle-aged Noble had already stepped in front of his daughter: "Actually, this is my daughter's original appearance. Look at her eyes; she has already recovered."
Yamabuki looked at this young lady, who was not much better looking than a monkey, with a strange expression.
That's not right! That's not right! The young ladies in the setting are supposed to be beauties! Why is this one so ugly?
Did I open it the wrong way?
How about this! Young lady, how about I send you to be reborn one more time?