Tokyo: The Intruders' Perspective
"Are you sure they will agree?"
Koyuki Yagyu didn't quite understand the logic of the Sorcerer from the Jiuju Faction.
She and her twin sister, Yukihime Yagyu, were warriors and samurai of the Yagyu Dojo in their home world. Their sword skills were piercing and sharp. Even if they encountered more than a dozen heavily armored cavalrymen, they could escape unscathed or wipe the enemy out using the terrain.
The Sorcerer in front of them—Michiko Nishikiori—was not as strong as them in a head-on physical confrontation, but her methods were strange. She could kill people behind their backs using curses and spirits. Even the twin swordswomen could be killed directly if they weren't careful.
Arriving in this modern world of metal and glass, the Yagyu twins were already flustered and uneasy. But Michiko seemed to be like a fish in water.
She was even thinking about taking the "Treasures" that they had sensed upon arrival.
The twins were not illiterate. They had looked at the modern maps. They knew roughly how far Kyoto was from Tokyo.
Can she really sense something from such a long distance?
And does she really think she can just walk in and claim the throne of Japan's Number One Master?
"Believe me, they will agree," Michiko smiled confidently, referring to Yukino and Miko.
As for how she sensed the treasure far away in Kyoto…
"It's not that my perception can reach that far. It's that the aura of the Treasure has spread so far."
Speaking of this, Michiko's usually calm face finally revealed a trace of burning greed.
No matter what it is.
If I can get it, becoming the Number One Master in this Japan will be nothing but a stepping stone.
She had already scouted the headquarters of the Japanese Government in Tokyo, even if only from the periphery. She did not notice any practitioners. There were no wards, no spiritual pressure, no auras.
There had never been any trace of practitioners in the capital of this entire country, which meant the rest of the country was probably even worse.
Even if there were no "Treasures" to steal, this modern world was a treasure trove in itself for a dark Sorcerer!
I can practice Corpse Refinement at will!
I can harvest souls at will!
There are walking "resources" (humans) everywhere. If she harvested enough of them, could she reach a realm that had never been seen before? By then, directly consuming the essence and blood of an entire city might not be unimaginable!
Without the restraint of other rival sects or a strong government, Michiko felt like a shark in a koi pond.
However, how to go back and forth between the two worlds was still a problem the three had not yet solved.
But there was no rush. This kind of thing would be discussed after she took the Treasure in Kyoto.
Kyoto: The Old Site of the Bureau of Onmyo (Onmyoryo)
The "Great Onmyoji"—who was Great only in name—Kyoaki Hashimoto, had finally taken off his pretentious title in shame.
After the recent popularization of science (and terror) by Grandma Mitsue, Hashimoto finally understood what a real Great Onmyoji was.
There are True Gods in this world.
Naturally, there are creatures below the True Gods.
Godhood is an unexplored field. That is a height that mortals cannot imagine.
After all, if a mere Extraordinary Person (like Mitsue) is viewed as a "God" by mortals, then how majestic should the actual Gods (like Seiran) be in the eyes of the Extraordinary?
In ancient times, the title "Great Onmyoji" meant someone who was near-God. Such people were called Legends, Great Sages, or Saints depending on the culture.
Hashimoto thought carefully and realized he had nothing to do with any of those modifiers. The title "Great Onmyoji" was a bit too hot to hold now.
What if my ancestor came back to life and wanted to compete with me, the "modern" Great Onmyoji?
I would just kneel down on the ground with a 'pop' and beg for mercy!
Leaving aside whether his ancestors would forgive him, just wearing the same title made Hashimoto feel too much pressure. He sighed heavily.
Hashimoto was extremely reluctant to let Grandma Mitsue go to guard the Mingwang Temple. Today, Mingwang Temple is a place that mortals cannot approach. The death toll from the Demon's awakening was not small, even if it had been covered up by the Chaebols.
Therefore, without Grandma Mitsue around to protect him, Hashimoto had no sense of security at all. He missed the old medium's thick arms…
Returning to his roots, Hashimoto went to the old site of the Onmyoryo, established in the Heian-kyo era, where the ancient Onmyoji worked.
He had searched many ancient books but had not yet found the true inheritance left by his ancestors.
With mixed feelings, Hashimoto stayed at the old site. In his hand was a rubbing of the ancient text, the Zhanshi Luejue (The Brief Summary of Divination). He had flipped through it so many times the corners were curled.
Hashimoto had memorized the works of Abe no Seimei, the legendary Great Onmyoji. But he still read them from time to time.
Grandma Mitsue had told him once:
"Don't be blinded by the secular world. Sometimes, the things you desire are hidden in places that are easily overlooked."
The first page of the Zhanshi Luejue is a drawing of Abe no Seimei.
Hashimoto didn't know if this drawing captured the true spirit of his ancestor. In the picture, Seimei is sitting in front of a bamboo curtain. His hunting robe (Kariginu) is wide, slightly different from the modern improved version. He holds a folding fan in his hand, covering his face with a mysterious smile.
This fan is famously called the Seimei Fan.
There is a pentagram (The Seimei Kikyo) engraved on the tail of the fan.
Hashimoto observed the drawing with a frown.
He was shocked to find that Abe no Seimei did not seem to have any other magical instruments or talismans in the drawing. If he had to choose one source of power, it would probably be the Seimei Fan in his hand, right?
It should be.
Otherwise, the legend of the Seimei Fan would not have been circulated so widely.
So what is the elemental attribute of the fan?
Wind?
Suddenly, Hashimoto had an idea. His mind felt like it was covered by fog, but he was piercing through it. He was so anxious that he broke out in a cold sweat, standing up and pacing back and forth.
Wind, Wind, Wind…
The fan creates wind, and human power is the dominant force behind it.
In the Bagua (Eight Trigrams), Wind belongs to the hexagram Xun.
Xun represents obedience and entry. It symbolizes the human body as a universe that controls the outside world.
So, can human power really control Xun (The Wind/Spirit)?
No! That is definitely not something that ordinary people can do. You need a medium!
The thoughts in his brain turned faster and faster. His turbid old eyes grew brighter and brighter.
What exactly did Abe no Seimei want to tell future generations?
Why is this specific portrait included in every copy of the Zhanshi Luejue?
His heart beat wildly. He felt as if he had broken through a secret. In his bright eyes, there was the excitement of penetrating the Truth.
Just a little bit more.
Just a little bit more!
What am I missing!?
Wind, Xun, Wind, Xun...
"MR. HASHIMOTO!"
A loud shout instantly pulled Hashimoto back to reality from his fast-paced enlightenment.
He froze in place, looking stiffly at the disciple who had barged into the room.
After a short moment of daze, Hashimoto's face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye. He clenched his fists tightly, and his whole face looked as if he was going to murder someone.
Just a little bit!
I WAS JUST A LITTLE BIT AWAY!
"M-Master? Master?"
The disciple's call attempted to awaken the teacher-student bond, but it ultimately made Hashimoto lose his temper completely.
He glared at the disciple. His eyes were ugly. It was as if he was looking at a dead person. He was already thinking about how to banish this idiot to a remote mountain shrine. He didn't want to see this face again!
"Master... Yukino, the Second Daughter of the Yukinoshita Family, is here. She wants to go to the Back Mountain with her friends."
Yukinoshita?
Hashimoto's face changed. His murderous rage was replaced by confusion. His brows furrowed.
Why is Yukino Yukinoshita coming here?
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