Kapitel 64: Ghost Army
The next day.
Dawn.
In the female priest's room, Miroku who was sleeping on the bed, slowly opened her eyes.
"No dream?" She muttered in a daze as she rubbed her eyes.
It took her a moment to fully come to her senses.
"I really didn't dream… Could it be that what Ars-sama said is true?" Miroku said unsure.
There is only one priestess in the Land of Demons (Oni no Kuni) per generation.
Priestesses could use Fuinjutsu (Sealing Techniques), and what made them special was a Dojutsu (Eye Technique), called [Future Telling].
As the Priestess of the Land of Demons in this generation, Miroku naturally could use it. Unfortunately, [Future Telling] a Dojutsu was more of an accidental ability. It allowed she to predict when someone would die.
The true effect was to allow her soul to return to the past when she died. As she does this, she informs her past self of the event and the people around her when this happened.
Precisely because of that, Miroku didn't dream of her death, which made her doubt.
She shook her head and said softly: "There's no point in thinking too much. I just have to see what happens next."
After saying that, she tidied up the bed, then went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. She refused any help to the chef who wanted to help her.
"Hopefully Ars-sama likes my cooking."
...
Ars was awakened by his biological clock, with messy hair, he covered his yawning mouth.
"Hoam~... Turns out it's already morning. Haaa… I wonder why people still use this kind of bed, it's so uncomfortable."
Throwing his hands up, straightening his waist, he complained about how rough the mattresses were.
Leaving the room, he washed his face with water in the basin. The cold water in the morning makes him no longer sleepy.
"Ars-sama, breakfast is ready."
A shrine maiden comes to inform him.
"Mmm. Lead the way." Ars nodded.
The two of them walked through the vast temple area.
Arriving at the dining room, Ars found Miroku sitting at the dining table.
"Good morning, Ars-sama. Do you sleep well."
"Morning. Not bad."
Sitting across from Miroku, Ars didn't tell the truth.
On the dining table, there are several foods available, such as vegetable soup, grilled fish, rice, and egg rolls.
Ars took the bowl filled with rice that Miroku gave him. Then he started eating regardless of the etiquette.
"How does it feel?" Miroku asked nervously, this was the first time she had cooked food for men.
"Nyam Nyam Nyam... Pretty good."
Ars is accustomed to modern civilization's food, which will be seasoned. He was a bit unaccustomed to eating simple food like this. However, it would be impolite to refuse the host's banquet.
"It's good that Ars-sama likes it. There's still a lot, please add more if it's not enough.
"Okay."
The two of them ate without much conversation.
...
Ars finished all the food on the table, he didn't like wasting food.
"When is Ars-sama planning to depart?" Miroku asked.
"Now."
"Huh, now?"
Miroku was stunned by that answer.
"What are you waiting for? Wasn't the Ghost Army only 10 kilometers away from the Land of Demons? If this continues, this country will fall into war. Besides, I can't use large-scale attacks in densely populated areas. The best time to attack is now." Ars answered casually.
Even for him it would be hard to overcome 10,000 troops if he was restricted. For example, he must protect people, and his attacks must not accidentally kill others
"I see... Ars-sama's decision was wise." Miroku marveled at him looking far ahead.
"Well, then I'll be going."
"Wait Ars-sama!"
Miroku grabbed the hem of Ars' shirt and held it down.
"Anything you want to say?"
"If Ars-sama doesn't mind, may I come with you. As the priestess, I want to confirm the result with my own eyes."
"Sure."
"....???"
Miroku didn't expect her request to be accepted so easily. In her opinion, the other party would try to stop her, after all what she did was quite dangerous
Isn't protecting clients the basic job of Shinobi?
Who will pay them if the client dies?
"Let's go."
"[Fly]."
Not knowing what Miroku was thinking, Ars used flight magic on himself and the girl beside him.
"Hyaaaaa!!!"
Miroku shouted while floating in the air, and subconsciously hugged Ars for a hold.
"Miroku-sama!"
Several nearby temple guards heard Miroku's screams, they immediately came to the location. When they saw the two fly up, their eyes opened wide.
"Put Miroku-sama down!"
After recovering from their daze, they pointed their spears at Ars.
"Quickly lower your weapons, this is a misunderstanding, Ars-sama has no malicious intent."
The guard porters obeyed Miroku's orders, even though the weapons in their hands had been lowered, they remained alert.
Ars gave her time to explain to the temple guards.
Of course they refused to let the priestess go out with someone they'd only known one day, but Miroku ignored them.
"Sorry to keep Ars-sama waiting." She said with a face as red as an apple. After all, she was on Ars's back, which made her very embarrassed.
"Does not matter. We've delayed long enough, time to go."
This time, Ars left without encountering any obstacles.
While 300 meters in the air, Miroku tightened her hands around Ars' neck and didn't dare to open her eyes.
"Open your eyes, maybe this will be your first and last experience of flying. Don't miss seeing this beautiful sight."
Ars's voice echoed in Miroku's ears.
Miroku gradually dared to open her eyes. What greeted her was a beautiful sunrise.
"Very beautiful..."
This was not the first time she had watched the sunrise, but looking from the ground, and from the air had a different sensation.
"Not bad." Ars commented.
After living for more than a millennium, he had long since become numb to the beauty of the rising sun.
"Can all Konoha Shinobi fly?" Miroku asked curiously.
"Of course not. In fact, Ninjutsu for flight is much rarer than Bijuu. As far as I know, I haven't met anyone who can fly besides myself.'
Ars excluded users of the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan, who could substitute for the perfect form's Susano'o.
"Doesn't that mean Ars-sama is very strong?"
"You just noticed? I already said it yesterday. Just watch how I exterminate the Ghost Army." Ars said indifferently.
"Um, I'm looking forward to it."
After that, the two of them stopped talking. Occasionally Ars asks Miroku for directions.
After 15 minutes of flying, the two saw rows of stone statues walking in long rows.
"This reminds me of Emperor Qin's Terracotta Army." Ars muttered quietly.
Even after seeing over 10,000 troops, his mood didn't change.
"So scary… If they get to the Land of Demons, no one will survive."
This sight was too shocking for Miroku.
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