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The Zhongyuan Festival had finally arrived.
From early in the morning, people had been coming to the Sensoji Temple to offer incense and worship.
Meanwhile, in a tall wooden building behind Sensoji Temple, three exceptionally handsome men stood chatting leisurely by a window.
"Yoshioka Taro, do you believe that the incense these people are burning will really be received by the spirits?" a young man asked with a smile.
The present-day Sword Saint of the Shinto Munen-ryu, Yoshioka Taro, shook his head. "This is nothing more than a way to express one's grief!"
Another man with a powdered face chuckled behind his hand, "It seems that Ono is a bit afraid!"
Ono glared, "Akiyama, stop talking nonsense. Who said I was afraid?"
"Oh? If you're not afraid, why ask such strange questions? After all, you are the heir to the Iaijutsu!"
Ono Yuji's face darkened as he glared at the effeminate man.
Akiyama Hayato, the head of the Hokuto Ittoryu school.
