“Onmyoji, monsters, and…”

“what are you.”

Carrying a shoulder bag in one hand, Sakurai left the airport along the evacuation passage.

Then…

He saw a series of people blocking his path.

He is dressed in all kinds of colorful clothes and looks just like a gangster.

The moment they saw Sakurai, these guys couldn’t help but step back as if they had seen something disgusting and filthy.

His eyes were full of vigilance and disgust.

Among them, a white-haired woman in a kimono subconsciously made an offensive gesture.

There was a chill in her eyes and aggression in them.

It seems that it is because of Sakurai’s words “you are something”.

In other words, this little carrot head with short brown hair and brown eyes.

Is he the leader of these [monsters]?

“Shirley, that’s so rude.”

The little carrot-head choked the white-haired girl and took a step forward to stand between Sakurai and the bad boy.

Unlike everyone else who is a monster, in the eyes of him who has three-quarters human blood, Sakurai is just a handsome guy with a weird aura.

This thing tastes weird.

“Hello, nice to meet you. I am the grandson of Nura Nabi, my name is Nura Rikuo. May I ask…”

“Are you Mr. Sakurai Eito?”

“Grandpa, please let me pick you up.”

“Everyone was worried about my safety and followed me.”

“Well… I apologize to you on behalf of Shirley. She just cares too much about me and actually has no ill intentions.”

A series of words came out like a machine gun. Before Sakurai could speak, the little kid who called himself Nura Rikuo put on an attitude that said, “If you don’t forgive me, I won’t get up.”

“You are apologizing to me, right? In that case…”

“Fight with me. No matter who wins or who loses, this matter will be exposed.”

“Of course, if you want to go together first, I have no objection.”

His fingertips brushed across the blood-red pendant hanging around his neck, and invisible mist came from all directions, engulfing Sakurai and the guys in front of him.

A large-scale illusion field.

The final result of defeating the urban legend, one of Sakurai’s little tricks.

“If that’s what you mean…”

With a grunt, Nura Rikuo mustered up the courage to mobilize the demonic power in his body.

Completed a height-enhancing surgery.

Um…

Scarlet eyes, a stern face not much colder than Sakurai’s, and long hair that was half black and half white and hung horizontally in the air.

This guy…

How did it change so much???

Sakurai couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows, but he suppressed his doubts for the time being.

For some reason, he was originally in the mood to make a big scene, but when he saw this guy’s appearance, he suddenly lost all interest in swinging his knife.

“Well…”

“Forget it, I forgive you.”

His fingertips slid across the pendant again, the hazy mist dissipated, and the group appeared in front of the airport again.

This group of people with a strong presence seemed like a drop of water sinking into the sea, without causing the slightest ripple.

Let’s take a look at the standard common sense of urban legends.

“Anyway, what do you want me to do…”

“You’re willing to pay me in advance to get me to come. It’s impossible that you just want to meet me.”

With the corners of his mouth slightly raised, Sakurai looked at Nura Rikuo who had shrunk again, and for some reason he wanted to bully this guy, and asked this question even though he knew the answer.

The character collapses!!!

If people who are familiar with Sakurai saw this, they would probably be shocked.

Sakurai, who prefers drawing his sword to talking, would actually act like this.

Perhaps it’s because the hybrid of human and monster named Nura Rikuo has some similarities with Sakurai.

After all, in a sense.

Maybe Sakurai is also mixed-race.

A hybrid of human, mermaid and merman.

To be precise, it is a hybrid of human and spirit.

“That, Grandpa said.”

“I hope to be able to meet you and tell you everything.”

With a grunt, Nura Rikuo finally mustered up the courage to say this sentence.

“Forget it. Rather than meeting that old monster, I’d rather use my own way to get the information I need.”

“So…”

“That’s it.”

“Monsters.”

Sakurai intentionally prolonged the word “we” and ignored the angry monsters and the somewhat bewildered Nura Rikuo, and took a deep look at the dead-eyed young man who had not spoken from the beginning.

He smiled and disappeared on the spot.

Learn about the ultra-high speed from Hachishaku-sama that can catch up with a speeding car.

When he reappeared, Sakurai was alone and his expressionless face returned to normal.

Such a performance should be enough as a smokescreen.

From the moment he met Nura Rikuo and his group, Sakurai began a performance.

A performance by a frivolous man with bad taste who disguises his personality as frivolous.

Now that the bartender has disappeared, Sakurai, who has lost his support, chooses to hide himself in the fog.

“So…”

“Let me ask you this: do you want to tell me what I want to know and then disappear, or do you want to be tortured by me until you collapse and then tell me what I want to know?”

Sakurai pulled out the scarlet dagger with a swish, then squatted down and pressed the Aragami fang against the rat that was struggling frantically and making squeaking sounds as it was stepped on by the tail.

“Don’t pretend. I can smell your stench from hundreds of meters away.”

“You’re the one who killed someone, right?”

“Forget it. I really prefer to do it myself rather than have others tell me.”

Sakurai Aragami said this as he moved closer to the junction between the mouse’s body and head.

An invisible source of fire was entwined around it, illuminating Sakurai’s eyes as well as the mouse’s frightened look.

“No… spare my life!!!”

There was a crazy cry, and the squeaking sound of the mouse turned into a hoarse and somewhat awkward human voice.

It desperately begged Sakurai to let it go.

“Then, what I want to know…”

Sakurai Aragami stretched out his voice and leaned forward, and the dagger that blew away hair and cut the mouse’s hair gave him a middle part.

“I’ll give you a hint, Yuyokofun.”

Sakurai still has a favorable impression of mice.

At the beginning of the story, he was able to fill his stomach a little thanks to the blessing of the big rat.

“three two……”

Before Sakurai could count to one, the madly struggling mouse told everything it knew like pouring beans.

“That’s good. Then…”

“I’ll give you a ride, just like we agreed.”

With a snap of his fingers, the flames wrapped around the Fang of the Wild God engulfed the unbelievable letter and burned it to ashes.

You want to live after killing someone?

There is no such good thing in the world.

Sakurai’s worldview is simple: whoever kills dies.

A red light invisible to the naked eye appeared on the mouse that had completely lost its sound and merged into the pendant around Sakurai’s neck.

6. The Dark Saint Living in the Capital, Yuyuko

Do you like devouring human livers?

You are really brave, Yuyuko.

In that case, it seems like I have one more reason to kill you.

What should I do? I feel more and more at ease.