Bab 489: -483- Legendary existence
At the same time, at a distance from the alley on a main street, an elongated black sedan was parked there, with all the windows rolled down.
Inside the black sedan, there was only one person.
This person was not sitting in the driver's seat but in the back seat, leaning against the window, an old man gazing at the distance.
Sensing the spiritual energy and jutsuryoku rising from afar, and seeing the dragon soaring above the alley, a smile appeared on the old man's face.
It was a smile that seemed as if a rigid block of ice had been forcibly contorted, very unnatural.
"A dragon of the Tsuchimikado family?"
The old man spoke with an unexpectedly young voice.
"How nostalgic."
If one were to look closely at the old man who spoke these words, they would notice that he was exceptionally abnormal, with nothing ordinary about him.
The old man wore a black narrow-sleeved kimono and a black outer robe, a style that seemed quite dated. He held a cane in his hand, and his white hair was neatly combed like feathers. His face was covered with sunglasses, giving off a sense of temporal dissonance.
However, the lenses of the sunglasses were not pitch black but a bloody red, adding an eerie touch to this disordered sense of time.
In fact, the old man was indeed eerie.
He appeared quite old, almost like a dead person already devoid of breath. His face was covered by the sunglasses, showing no expression, with only the mechanical movement of lips as cold as ice forming the words.
However, the old man's voice was contrary to the lifeless expression of a death mask. It was very young and rich with emotions, as if a lively person had possessed the dying old man's body. The more peculiar, the more peculiar it seemed.
Even more strangely, for some unknown reason, although the street where the old man's black sedan was located was supposed to be a bustling thoroughfare, right at this moment, it seemed to be sealed off. There was not a trace of life, giving off an eerie, desolate feeling.
This was because the old man had activated a barrier, dispersing the crowd.
The old man was an onmyoji.
Furthermore, he was an onmyoji impossible to ignore in the industry.
"Since Abe no Seimei, the dragon has been circulating within the Tsuchimikado family. But to have someone whose dragon aura is soaring to this extent, apart from Tsuchimikado Yakou, this is the first time. Interesting, interesting. It seems the rumors of the reincarnation are not entirely baseless."
The old man contorted his stiff face into an unpleasant smile as he spoke.
"It seems there might be benefits to coming to have a look. Perhaps I should go over now..."
Before he could finish his sentence, the old man's thoughts were disrupted.
"You already can't resist just on the first day of him in the Onmyou Academy?"
This voice suddenly broke into the world covered by the dispelling barrier, a world that should not have a second person.
"Oh?"
The old man made an unexpected sound, but the smile on his face remained unchanged. He turned slowly, looking to the side of the car window.
There, at some unknown time, a person appeared.
It was a man leaning against the sedan, also gazing at the dragon in the distance.
The man was a giant, almost two meters tall, with muscles bulging on his body. Even wearing a suit couldn't hide his strength and wildness.
He had golden hair on his head like a crown, and beneath the hair was a face that appeared small compared to his physique, with deep-set features that seemed to have South European ancestry.
His eyebrows formed graceful curves, his eyes narrowed into thin lines, and he had a high bridge of the nose and thick lips.
His suit gave him an air of sophistication, mixed with a strong wildness, giving off an impression of sharp intellect.
The man's posture conveyed a sense of experienced worldliness, and combined with his robust physique and kingly demeanor, at first glance, he looked like the head of a mafia, exuding an undeniable charm.
Watching this man, the old man let out a grating laughter.
"Indeed, you couldn't resist, could you?"
As if he had known this would happen, the old man chuckled joyfully.
And then, the old man spoke words that couldn't be ignored.
"It's been over half a century, yet you still reminisce about the old days, Demon (Oni) King."
The old man uttered these words.
However, the man with such rough features had surprisingly gentle eyes as he continued gazing at the dragon in the distance, and he spoke in a composed tone.
"It's just a visit, not really nostalgia." The man, known as the Demon King, glanced at the old man and said, "But you, showing up in front of him at this moment, are you planning to destroy him?"
As he spoke, an aura not to be underestimated emanated from the Demon King.
It was a kind of aura, more accurately described as miasma—Demon Aura.
Although it was fleeting, if there were a third party here to feel it, they would be absolutely chilled to the bone, their hearts stopping abruptly, their blood ceasing to flow, horrified and unable to recover.
However, feeling this Demonic energy, the old man's voice became even more cheerful.
"I have no intention of destroying him," the old man said with a smile, his stiff mouth contorting. "Since he is Yakou's reincarnation, it should provide some amusement for this old man, who's been bored for so long. Before he awakens, I won't take any abrupt actions to shatter his future."
Upon hearing this, the Demon King remained indifferent.
After all...
"If that's the case, you wouldn't have quietly released spiritual energy, making that person aware of your presence," the Demon King said coldly. "Are you doing this to make him come find you?"
"Hehehe..." The old man laughed, shaking his body, and continued, "It's nothing, just a little test. As the reincarnation of Yakou, he should at least sense the concealment of this level of 'Invisibility Jutsu.' If he still doesn't notice, I'd be disappointed."
"...As reckless and headache-inducing as ever," the Demon King fell silent for a moment, then sighed. "Well, I'm just a passerby now."
Having said that, the Demon King glanced at the dragon in the sky once more, then turned around and left.
Only when the Demon King turned around did the sleeve of one of his hands flutter lightly, revealing that it was empty inside.
The Demon King, missing a hand.
If someone saw this, they would surely widen their eyes in astonishment and fear, wouldn't they?
Because this characteristic would be enough for anyone to ascertain the true identity of this Demon King.
The old man watched the Demon King leave, his smile becoming even more eerie.
"Clearly, you actively released your Demonic Aura to restrain me, and yet you claim to be a passerby, Ibaraki Doji."
The old man referred to the one-armed Demon King by this old name, then looked towards the direction of the dragon. His smile began to take on a more sinister tone.
"Until we meet again, I hope you can bring me some entertainment next time, Tsuchimikado's young one."
With that, the window of the sedan shook, and the car floated eerily, moving forward and eventually disappearing into the street, leaving no trace.
Perhaps, even Rozen didn't expect?
The two spiritual energies he sensed hiding in the shadows, the so-called main dish, were such beings.
In the future, when Rozen meets these two individuals again, he will realize.
He'll realize that both of these existences are legendary.
Status Power Mingguan
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Power 
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