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CHAPTER 72: THE ONE WHO STEPPED OUT OF THE RED THREAD
The thread of red held the Wraith’s arm motionless in midair.A single thread.So fine that, set under ordinary sunlight, anyone would have taken it for a stray strand of hair. But beneath this ink-black sky, it was the only thing in the entire rear courtyard that still dared to touch the ten black-star monstrosity.The creature could not move.Hikaru raised his head and looked at the colossal arm hanging suspended directly above him, the blackened tip of one finger less than a hand’s span from his brow. Cold dripped from the claw down onto his face, foul and slimy, as if someone had just pried open the lid of a well that had been sealed for a hundred years.He let out a breath.That had been close.The jade in his hand still had not broken. But from within it, threads of red continued to emerge, slowly, patiently, like blood drawn out into silk. They wound around Hikaru’s wrist, climbed his forearm, then stretched out before him, weaving into a fragile mesh that draped over the Wrait
CHAPTER 71: THE JADE THAT WILL NOT BREAK
In the rear courtyard of the Hashira estate, the ten black-star Wraith lifted its head.It roared.The sound split every pane of glass on the second floor at once.The crack of breaking spread through the estate like a cold wave. The glass panels had been pressed until thin white lines crept across them, as if one more beat of that sound would crush the entire upper floor into a rain of glass shards. The members of the Hashira Clan could no longer hold on to the lofty airs they had carried so long. Those who had stood behind the windows waiting to enjoy a spectacle now staggered back in panic. Some even crawled across the tatami, terrified the massive figure below would lift its head and see them.Nazekawa was not faring much better.He was still seated, but the hand gripping his cane was visibly trembling.That was a ten black-star Wraith.Not the clan’s curse eroded by time.Nor the starving fragments of soul from earlier.What stood in the rear courtyard now was a temporary malign
CHAPTER 70: TEN URNS OF BLOODY SKULLS
“Found it.”Hikaru’s voice was very low.But the instant those words fell, the black vortex before him suddenly stalled.It did not dissipate.Nor was it swallowed entirely by the seven talismans.It was like a beast being dragged by the neck toward its chains, then, the very instant before being pulled down, catching the scent of fresh blood. All of the black smoke pressed toward the center of the formation suddenly froze, then slowly began to swell, like a sack of skin filled with something thrashing inside.Hikaru’s brow furrowed.Something felt wrong.A moment ago, he had glimpsed the source of the curse. The mansion of black curtains, the Devouring Spirit Jar, Genda, and Kujou Raito. With the current pull of his formation, a few more minutes at most would have been enough to lock down the position of his opponent completely, perhaps even forcing a severe backlash on the Devouring Spirit Jar itself.But now the flow of energy on the other end had suddenly shifted.It was no longer
CHAPTER 69: TRACING BACK TO THE SOURCE
At the same time, somewhere else.Inside a suburban villa with its windows covered by black curtains, Genda was sitting in front of the Devouring Wraith Furnace, slowly drinking tea.Kujou Raito sat across from him.Raito’s expression did not look good, but he still forced himself to maintain the calmness of a man used to giving orders. Outside, several of his subordinates stood guard. In the backyard, temporary livestock cages had been set up. The smell of blood, fur, and filth mixed together, forming an atmosphere that was both fishy and suffocating.Genda, on the other hand, looked very relaxed.He was fat, with a short neck and fingers covered in bone rings. The filthy yellow robe he wore swayed from time to time with the black smoke rising from the bronze furnace before him. Inside the black flames burning in the furnace, starving faces would occasionally surface before sinking back down.“Raito-sama, there is no need to worry.” Genda took a sip of tea, his voice full of confiden
CHAPTER 68: THE BLACK VORTEX
The talisman in Hikaru’s hand ignited.It was not an ordinary red flame, nor was it the same purifying white light as Shiratori from before. This time, the light burst out from the talisman scripts written with cinnabar and gold dust. It was red like fresh blood, yet its edges were covered in a thin layer of gold, as if someone had pulled a burning thread out from beneath the earth.The seven charcoal braziers around the ritual altar crackled at the same time. The ashes spun faster. At first, they were only faint little circles, but then the rings of ash began to rise from the mouths of the braziers, twisting into thin strips suspended in the air. Those strips of ash did not scatter with the wind. Instead, they slowly revolved around Hikaru, as if drawing an invisible circle with him at the center.Kaori stood nearby. The trace of doubt on her face changed at once.She did not believe in Wraiths.At least, she still insisted on saying that.But the scene before her eyes had already fa
CHAPTER 67: ONE HUNDRED AND TEN PERCENT
Down in the rear courtyard, Hikaru paid no attention whatsoever to the commotion on the second floor.Even if he had heard it, he would not have cared.From the day he had stepped into the trade of an Onmyoji until now, he had heard far too many barbed remarks. Some had said he was too young to be trusted. Some had said his shrine was poor, certainly without any true line of inheritance. And some, after watching him succeed at an exorcism with their own eyes, had switched immediately to calling him Master.The living were often quite ridiculous.Before danger fell on their own heads, they could judge anything with their mouths. But the moment darkness truly began to crawl up behind their backs, they were the ones who ran the fastest.Compared to those scornful and jealous gazes, Hikaru cared far more about the formation before him.He had replaced the yellow paper with the high-grade kind Maruhi had brought.The brush tip dipped into cinnabar, brushed across the gold dust, then came t
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