Onmyoji, a nobleman in Heian-kyo

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178. The right hand is temporarily disabled/Shizuko and Chitanda/The God of Fate

"You forcibly activated the power of the Kusanagi sword using a forbidden technique, and as a price, your body was naturally eroded."

"..."

Kyosuke Kosaka stared blankly at the man in the blue robe, utterly speechless.

That makes a lot of sense, but what I need is a solution!

"There will be a solution, but even I cannot predict your future fate. I only vaguely sense that your physical problems will be resolved soon."

The man in the blue robes—Huang—speaked slowly again.

Kyosuke Kosaka breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you very much."

As they were talking, Kagura rushed over and grabbed him tightly.

He's alright, it's just that his right hand, which uses the Kusanagi sword, doesn't feel much for the time being.

"Seimei."

"Master Huang."

Seimei, who was walking over, spoke with Ara.

Behind them followed Yaobikuni, who was holding Donghua.

"In order to use the Kusanagi Sword, she awakened the power of the evil god within her, which was an extremely painful thing, but she did it..." Ara looked at Fuyuka with a complicated expression.

His final words seemed to contain a sigh, almost a whisper.

He didn't sigh for long before speaking again.

"The Kusanagi Sword's mission is complete. I will take it back to Takamagahara. Before I leave, Onmyoji Seimei..."

"Yes."

"It all started with you and it will end with you. Even I cannot predict the future of your affairs."

Kousaka Kyosuke looked at Ara as he spoke, and his teeth ached terribly.

He thought to himself, "You seem to have repeated some things twice, didn't you?"

This is unpredictable, that is unpredictable.

Are some of them no longer useful?

He thought about it carefully again and realized that this era had already become chaotic with the breaking of the seal on Yamata no Orochi.

Where is it possible to completely and accurately predict things?

"...Kyosuke, the advice I gave Seimei also applies to you: follow your heart to determine your destiny."

"Yes, Lord Ara."

Suddenly noticing that Ara was looking at him again, Kyosuke Kousaka immediately answered, feeling quite puzzled.

He received the same treatment as Seimei.

This looks very bad!

My hand is almost useless, do I really have to solve some problem?

After that, Ara left with the Kusanagi sword, while Kousaka Kyosuke bid farewell to Seimei and his group and left with Kagura.

Minamoto no Hiromasa was still with Seimei.

He said that Seimei was too exhausted and might be attacked by monsters, so he needed protection.

Yaobikuni also stayed with Seimei.

After all, she was all alone and had no place to live.

It's just that Kousaka Kyosuke comes from a large and wealthy family, with a group of relatives and subordinates.

Sure enough, we saw Yaodao-hime halfway there.

At this moment, Kousaka Kyosuke was being helped by Yaodao-hime as they walked, his almost unable-to-lift hand hooking around her snow-white, slender neck.

Kyosuke Kosaka tried to control himself and shook his hand, which swayed like a hanging bell.

"Hmm..." Yaodaoji murmured softly, a blush spreading across her worried face.

Kagura, standing nearby, watched calmly, a hint of regret in her eyes.

She wasn't tall enough to easily help her husband.

She wasn't old enough, and it seemed she didn't interest her husband...

Just as she was thinking this, Kagura felt a pinch, and her tender cheeks quickly turned red.

"Let's give my left hand a break."

Kousaka Kyosuke said seriously.

The familiar texture and elasticity allowed him to temporarily forget the disappointment of having his right hand crippled.

“We can continue,” Kagura said again.

The subtle charm emanating from her eyebrows and eyes made Kousaka Kyosuke feel a surge of heat in his lower abdomen.

No, what we need to do right now is report the news immediately.

At least let people know the good news that the shrine maiden serpent has been defeated!

Therefore, Kousaka Kyosuke did not go back immediately, but went to Fujiwara no Michitsuna's residence first.

"Looks like he's seriously injured."

Fujiwara no Michitsuna sighed softly.

Kyosuke Kosaka: "Because that serpent was too difficult to kill, the shrine maiden activated the Kusanagi sword. Seimei dealt the serpent a heavy blow, but it was still not dead. I had no choice but to pick up the Kusanagi sword and finish it off."

He was truly wronged.

But what can we do? We can't just watch the shrine maiden Orochi recover and force Fuyuka to unleash her power again, can we?

So I had no choice but to grit my teeth and do it myself.

"What is the specific nature of the injury?" Fujiwara Michitsuna asked again.

Kyosuke Kosaka said, "I can work normally, but my combat ability has been reduced by 20 or 30%. Lord Ara said that my problem will be resolved soon, but please help me find a solution."

"No problem. Leave the rest of the reporting to me, you go back and get some rest."

"Please, I really don't have the strength anymore..."

“You seem quite energetic. Of course, this is just my personal opinion,” Fujiwara no Michitsuna said with a smile.

Kyosuke Kosaka's face darkened, and he continued to leave with the help of the Demon Blade Princess.

Kagura clung tightly to the other side, like a bound pendant.

Fujiwara no Michitsuna, who had been watching this scene, chuckled softly only after the group had completely left. He then picked up a pen and paper and began to write, lost in thought.

"The fake Orochi is dead, but the real Orochi is completely hidden behind the scenes. Is he secretly manipulating everything and directing one great show after another?"

"Drifting detached from the situation, neither good nor evil, doing as one pleases, indifferent to everything, seeking pleasure only in fleeting moments..."

Is that really all there is to it?

Fujiwara no Michitsuna was highly suspicious.

Are the high and mighty gods truly satisfied with just this little bit?

"I hope Kyosuke can continue to work hard..."

After muttering something to himself, Fujiwara no Michitsuna casually tossed the paper he had just finished writing on into the air. In the blink of an eye, the paper transformed into paper cranes and flew off in all directions.

The perspective shifts to the other side.

As expected, when Kyosuke Kosaka returned to his residence, he received concern from his partners one by one.

Although it was quite good, he still didn't exaggerate his injuries.

He simply used his willpower to lift his right hand and move it around a few times to indicate that he was okay, and then said that he would be fine in a while.

The prophecy of the wilderness can still be believed.

"If nothing unexpected happens, I'll stay here with you all for the next few days," Kousaka Kyosuke said with a smile.

Finally, I can slack off for a while.

The other women, who seemed to understand how much Kousaka Kyosuke didn't want to go to work, were both amused and exasperated.

Xiangzi sighed, "I thought Kyosuke-sama was a hard-working person, but it turns out he's just hard-working down below... That's not so bad."

It's better than being alone in an empty house.

Day 281 of crossing

Kyosuke Kosaka then officially began to rest at home.

Because he had plenty of time, he started a convenient time management system, accompanying each person in an orderly manner.

I still remember Shizuko complaining that he had just said something he thought was cool, and he had to "get back at her".

"Lord Kyosuke, I've arrived..."