"So you mean is that you were friends!?" Kuro asked in high pitched voice
"Hah? Is it?" With clueless expression, Syura tilted his head sideways.
"It's true! In fact, it's been 1200+ years I haven't had any contact with him" A boy somewhere between 14-15 years old with white robes said lightly, confirming Kuro question.
Kuro stood speechless
Syura nearly threw the tea cup in his hand
".... I think we might have forgot something..." Jojo wondered.
"Any way, please sit, and I'll re-introduce myself.."
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The vast battlefield had changed into a white colored hall complete with the furniture in it, for normal people being in this hall will have a kind of luxurious feeling
But for a high-leveled cultivator, they only have one word to describe this all: Prodigal! Even if one of the cup were to be thrown to a high-leveled cultivator plane, it will wreck havoc in one nation! Even others might took part in this mess!
One must know that this nation might even be one entire planet in the high-leveled world! And this is just the lowest estimation!
So for Syura, Kuro, and Jojo who don't know anything or even haven't experienced cultivation world, they could still sit, relax, and enjoy themselves in this expensively-luxurious-hall, was it a good thing? Or a bad thing?? Even the author felt lazy to explained it.
"My name is Mo Feng Xue, a Djinn who lead over this small plane, and what I hate the most are those who think themselves as a so-called god or goddess. And that's also the reason why... Errr... My familiar attacked you guys."
"Hah? But we didn't even proclaim ourself as a god!" Jojo shouted
"True!" Syura supported.
"Wait, what do you mean by djinn?" Kuro who noticed a strange word coming from the boy in front, asked.
"Isn't that a creature made from fire? How come you don't know that?" Syura answered.
This time, both Jojo and Kuro looked at Syura strangely, as if seeing a weird creature in human clothing.
"Oy, what's with that look guys!"
"No, nothing" Jojo said while looking to his side.
"Where did you know that? How?" Kuro asked
"Isn't that a common sense, wait!?" As if noticed something, Syura fell into silence.
"So, not only did you lose a large part of your strength, even a large part of memory were also lost huh, Syura?"
"Don't you remember the first time we met, the time when you brought me back from the darkness of the world and we all went in searching of the truth?"
"The one who created heavens and earths all in between and all underneath... The One True Lord!"
Bang!
At that moment, the hall trembled, space and time as if it came to a stop, Syura and his companions didn't know, and couldn't guess if it were from the 'boy', Mo Feng Xue, or from other unexplained thing, but they are sure that it happened when Feng Xue uttered the last sentence.
The hall fell into silence once again, until Syura break it with an answer.
"No, honestly... I don't know it, but I agree with your last sentence." Syura said to Mo Feng.
"Mhmm, well, back to the last topic. Syura, did you know what you are saying in the battle last time?"
As if understanding something, Kuro answered before Syura.
"His skill?"
"Indeed, 'Kamui' and Susano'o, do you understand what these mean?"
"No" Syura and Kuro both replied.
"It related to mythology of gods in legend." Jojo help answered.
"Indeed, but those are a bullish thing, Kamui in literal meaning is the authority of the gods, so by saying that... Are you sure you about what you said before? And Susano'o... It's the name of one of those fake ghost god!"
"Now, are you sure you didn't think of yourself as one of those so-called fake gods?"
"N..no!" Syura answered in stutter.
"Next time, do understand what you're saying... Understood, dear friend?"
"U... Understood!"
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