"For your sake." Kasahara Hikari shrugged cutely.
The three demons and one human continued drinking, until they gradually began to yawn.
In the blink of an eye, twilight had already descended, the mist darkening, enveloping all of Tokyo in a pale halo of light, the kind that changes color when the sunset filters through the clouds.
"What are your thoughts?" Fujiwara Reya asked Yoshitsune.
"? As long as there’s wine to drink and won to accompany ..." Yoshitsune said, propping his cheek and smiling.
Fujiwara Reya patiently waited for him to continue.
The little monk, with soft skin and delicate features, spoke like a girl, always slow and deliberate with gentle speech, it was indeed challenging to imagine him as a Ghost King who devours people without blinking.
Mrs. Kasahara was also watching him.
Tamamoya was drunk, her gaze chasing a few dragonflies.
The mild autumn breeze swayed the evening glow, flocks of birds slowly returned to their nests under the sunset, disappearing into the silhouettes of distant buildings.
Ti flowed slowly, the towering skyscrapers lined up like giant sleeping cats lying motionless, her sense of loneliness grew stronger at the view.
Fujiwara Reya reached out and grabbed her wrist.
Tamamoya rolled her eyes at him, her expression proud and cold despite her intoxicated gaze: "I, the king... don’t need your concern... hiccup~"
Fujiwara Reya simply embraced her.
"In the thousand plus years as the Great Jianshan Ghost King, aside from wine and won, it’s been battles..." Yoshitsune continued leisurely, his gentle voice paired with his handso looks, critically charming to middle-aged won, "All these years I haven’t found much aning in living, haven’t accomplished much, haven’t had many friends... oh, Ibaraki counts."
Mrs. Kasahara suddenly asked, "In the forty years since Ibaraki died, you haven’t made a public appearance. It’s said you went to seek vengeance on your enemy?"
"Yes." Yoshitsune looked towards Fujiwara Reya.
Fujiwara Reya was taken aback.
"Why are you looking at ?" he said with an innocent face, "Forty years ago, I hadn’t even been born yet, it couldn’t possibly be ."
Yoshitsune laughed and said, "It was your father."
"?"
Fujiwara Reya was dumbfounded.
Father, is there any father who would set up his son like this... first selling his son to the Great God, then finding him the world’s strongest nesis, aren’t you afraid he’ll be dood?
Mrs. Kasahara clenched her fists, "Are you here for revenge?"
Tamamoya drunkenly straightened up, looking over at Yoshitsune, murmuring, "Beat, beat him to death..."
"Sleep for a while, I’ll handle this." Fujiwara Reya pulled her back into his embrace.
"Beat, beat you to death..." Tamamoya murmured indistinctly, narrowing her eyes, transford into an all-white fox and started snoring in his arms.
Today’s series of events had truly worn her out, both physically and ntally. Exhausted, she didn’t maintain her human form and directly turned into a fox.
Yoshitsune sipped a cup of wine, showing a slight smile, "Rest assured, if I want to seek revenge, it would only be on the elder. I wouldn’t do sothing like turning to pick on the younger ones because I can’t beat the older ones."
"Have you seen my father in the last decade or so?" Fujiwara Reya asked.
Yoshitsune slowly nodded, "He beat up several tis."
"Where is he?"
"In another world."
Fujiwara Reya contemplated the aning of these words.
Another world, referring to a parallel world presumably... no wonder soone as powerful as Amaterasu couldn’t find him, turns out he took his family to hide in another dinsion.
Mrs. Kasahara pondered for a mont and asked, "What is the purpose of your visit today?"
"Ah, no purpose..." Yoshitsune yawned out of boredom, "The Fox Clan found , said they wanted to rescue their queen. I have so connections with this fox, and besides, she’s pretty, so I thought I’d lend a hand. If I could court the fox in the process, all the better..."
Mrs. Kasahara montarily found it sowhat absurd.
"Well, she’s mine now." Fujiwara Reya clutched the fox in his arms a bit tighter.
This fox, now sharing a body and mories with Kuri... keeping Kuri with him ant allowing the queen to be a bit wronged.
Yoshitsune sighed regrettably.
But the regret disappeared in an instant, and he once again put on a gentle smile.
The delicate-looking little monk indeed appeared deceptively innocent, Fujiwara Reya could almost be certain he’d been kept by many wealthy won mistaking him for an ordinary person.
"How do you plan to conclude today’s situation?" Mrs. Kasahara asked.
"Just discuss among yourselves, I only have one request, that whatever treatnt the Tengu and the foxes receive, we of the Ghost Clan should receive the equivalent, or else I’ll co back and cause a commotion again." Yoshitsune yawned as though tired, stood and stretched lazily, "I’m off, heading to another world to find new won."
"Hey, wait," Fujiwara Reya stopped him, "Can you take to see my father?"
Yoshitsune shook his head, "The thod to travel across worlds was taught by your father, if he doesn’t want to see , how could I find him? Every ti he seeks out, it’s only because he’s been frustrated by his wife and wants to vent it out by beating ..."
A mighty Ghost King, yet acting like a disgruntled little wife, face full of grievances...
Mrs. Kasahara covered her mouth with her small hand, looking at Fujiwara Reya with a smile, "Better behave in the future, or I can be quite fierce too."
"Understood." Fujiwara Reya obediently smiled back at her, then turned to Yoshitsune and said, "Transfer the thod to ."
Yoshitsune placed a finger on his forehead.
A string of golden runes entered his mind.
"Alright, let’s drink together next ti." Yoshitsune clasped his hands in a bow, smiling, as he straightened up, his body transford into a faint ghost-like image, disappearing without a trace.
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