Thick, dark clouds blanketed the sky, and a foul wind swept across the fiercely contested battlefield.
Groups of Celestial Beings, with varied attire and grotesque appearances, formed a motley army. They wielded sharp weapons and surged forward like a breached dam, rapidly occupying and covering the land.
Opposing them were groups of people in armor, holding Katanas. The two tides of people clashed, merged, and tore each other apart, slowly wearing each other down.
The shouts of battle shook the heavens, echoing the roar of cannons.
Yet, within this battlefield, a scene seemed frozen in time.
A black-skinned, white-haired samurai held a dying, black-haired samurai in his arms.
"That is one of the most profound scenes in your memory. How does it feel to witness it again?"
At the edge of stopped time, Mu Yang asked the middle-aged man with black skin and white hair for his thoughts.
"Hoo~ The killing intent in my chest is boiling!" Nizumizu Jirocho raised his smoking pipe with his right hand, slowly exhaling a puff of smoke. The killing intent in his eyes was undisguised.
"I'm giving you a chance to make up for your regrets, what will you do?" Mu Yang extended his right hand, and a Bracelet floated and spun in his palm.
Nizumizu Jirocho was stunned, and his gaze involuntarily glanced at the Bracelet that was emitting a faint light.
Mu Yang didn't speak, silently waiting for Jirocho's choice, while Jirocho looked at the two figures in the center of the stopped space, his eyes gradually deepening, as if he had crossed the boundaries of time.
A moment later, there was still no sound in the silent space, but Jirocho's hand had already grasped the Bracelet.
"I've received your answer, I hope you can fulfill your wish."
Mu Yang turned into a puff of smoke and dissipated. The stopped space shattered, and the intensely battling battlefield outside also stopped, gradually turning into ashes that floated in the dim sky.
The haziness gradually dissipated. Jirocho slowly opened his eyes, gazing at the ceiling in the darkness, silent.
"I'm getting old. I'm actually reminiscing about the past, doing something so ridiculous..."
Muttering to himself, Jirocho raised his left hand, seemingly to place it on his forehead. But as his arm emerged from the covers, a faint light on his wrist caught his attention.
The familiar Bracelet, made Jirocho's eyes widen, and all sleepiness vanished.
'Not… a dream?'
His dormant heart began to quicken. Unforgettable, profound memories, accompanied by the 'thump-thump-thump' of a war drum, surfaced before his eyes. They were his debts...
A cool evening breeze drifted into the room through the window cracks, cooling the middle-aged man's surging blood. It reminded him that it was already late at night, carrying away his passion and some other things as well.
A wisp of smoke circled the room before escaping through the window cracks with the wind, joining the wind as it swept across the city, heading towards the next building.
He stealthily entered the dreams of several more chosen individuals, bestowing upon them the coveted spots.
A cool night breeze swept between the towering city buildings, departing Kabukicho Ichibangai for other districts.
At the Yagyu Mansion, Mu Yang couldn't find Kyuubei, who was disguised as a man.
At the Hattori Mansion, Hattori Zenzou, excited about his hemorrhoids finally healing, was bouncing around the room. If it wasn't the middle of the night, he might have blasted a high-energy song as background music.
At the Sasaki Mansion, Sasaki Isaburo stared expressionlessly at the Bracelet on his wrist.
In Imai Nobume's bedroom, within the Mimawarigumi headquarters, Nobume also stared expressionlessly at the Bracelet on her wrist.
In a corner of Edo, at the residence of the Serino Clan, an Onmyoji family.
In the bedroom of the clan leader, Serino Douman.
The traditional Japanese bedroom had minimal décor, with hardly any unnecessary ornamentation. The overall style was defined by simple elements like tatami mats, bamboo, stone, paper, and wood. Simply designed furniture was arranged according to a specific pattern, quietly placed throughout the room, making it seem quite spacious and visually comfortable.
Perhaps due to the Onmyoji family's influence, some of the simple furnishings in Serino Douman's room were not mere objects, but Tsukumogami that had developed sentience.
'Should I say, "as expected of an Onmyoji family?"'
The blue smoke circled the seemingly spacious, but actually cramped, room, carefully observing the Tsukumogami before drifting to the side of Serino Douman's futon. It stared at the grim sleeping face of Serino Douman and sighed.
"This guy… is pretty miserable."
Serino Douman, the head of the Serino Clan, was a decent person. As a child, he was friends with Ketsuno Seimei, from a rival family. However, he was forced to break off the friendship by his father. Later, due to family reasons, he was forced to compete with Ketsuno Seimei.
Of course, he never won…
No matter what the competition was, Seimei could always defeat Douman with absolute superiority, and casually use various types of Thousand Years of Pain to inflict damage on Douman's tender behind.
Serino Douman's hemorrhoids were likely the work of that black-hearted Ketsuno Seimei.
Later, to improve the hostile relationship between the Onmyoji clans, he successfully married Ketsuno Chris, the younger sister of the Ketsuno clan's leader, due to an agreement between the two families.
But not long after, Ketsuno Seimei went back on his word, tore up the agreement, and took Ketsuno Chris away. The relationship between the Ketsuno clan and the Serino clan further deteriorated, and the two clans entered a state of opposing each other in everything.
"Judging by him sleeping alone, it goes without saying that Chris has certainly been taken away by Seimei."
Mu Yang circled Douman's head. "No curse marks on his face yet. Hasn't he come into contact with Antenmaru?"
Mu Yang continued to spin, "Say, why is his expression so contorted? What's he dreaming about?"
Curious, Mu Yang stopped circling and delved into Serino Douman's dream.
In a room identical to the outside world, the lights were bright.
Dressed in a pure white bridal gown was the person he longed for day and night. Douman was panting heavily, a flush of excitement on his cheeks. Suppressing the urge to transform into a lecher, he slowly reached out his hand.
Smiling, Ketsuno Chris held up a sanitary napkin. "Sorry, I'm on my...you know."
The scene shifted...
In a cramped toilet, Douman held a newspaper in one hand, the other reaching for the toilet paper holder, only to find it empty.
He looked down. The toilet paper holder was empty.
Douman shouted towards the door, "Hey, Chris, the toilet paper is gone!"
"Hai~~" a clear voice responded.
A minute or two later, footsteps sounded outside the door.
Just a moment. Douman opened the bathroom door and glanced around. Seeing no one, he looked down and saw a package of sanitary pads at the door.
The scene shifted…
Several similar scenes appeared one after another before Mu Yang's eyes, linked together, repeating endlessly. Douman looked like a demon fallen into hell, his face contorted in a grimace.
"How do I even get involved in this kind of dream?"
Looking at the succession of mini-dramas unfolding before him, Mu Yang was at a loss.
After pondering for a few seconds, Mu Yang dispelled Douman's nightmare and asked directly:
"Do you want to become stronger? Do you want to defeat Ketsuno Seimei?"
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