The long sword let out a series of tremors.
The young man wiped the blade with his hand, and fresh blood gushed out, causing the long sword to gradually quiet down.
However, the young man was rapidly weakening, as if his very life was being sucked away.
If there was someone familiar with the history of Country R's Shintoism around, they would certainly have cried out in astonishment.
Because this young man, pale as paper, was none other than that genius Onmyoji from a hundred years ago, Watanabe Seimei.
At the time, Watanabe Seimei was renowned as a top-class Onmyoji who could communicate with the gods and spirits but mysteriously disappeared afterward.
Shockingly, he was here in this secluded mountain village, and even more astonishingly, he hadn't aged a bit.
"The Hungry Ghost Festival is approaching, it seems it's time to seek out blood sustenance again," Watanabe Seimei said softly, a strange glint shining in his eyes.
Tokyo.
Disneyland.
