Shiro Grass Dew was dawning in the production of a new haunted cat, instantly losing many of the pawns he had struggled to make to the fold where the service asked him to succeed or fail in Ghost Tsuji.
He relied on the simple power of numbers and was overconfident, Kashiro, but met his opponent for the first time that didn't make sense, and suffered a loss like no other.
Reflect on that and now decide to improve the quality. However, improving quality requires more skill and effort than simply increasing numbers. I didn't originally underestimate the pursuit of quality, but your research escaped the efficiency of mass production without getting on board.
There are various ways to make monsters, but in the case of grass dew currents, there is a simple way to modify and enhance existing plants and animals and humans.
Grass dew draught witchcraft has studied demonic servants and techniques of production for generations, and over the years improvements to the technique have been studied. Stronger, smarter monsters, more efficient, labor-free and time-consuming methods of production, and their pursuit have been the mission of Grass Dew Stream.
Kashiro had decided to strike the fifth generation after his fourth generation retirement, but he had begun to feel limits on himself as early as possible at the age of twenty. It's not the limit of talent. Instead, Kanshiro had a rare talent. That's why he had his own end in sight - the limit.
Kashiro's ideal was to create a haunted cat that was smarter than man and also had the power of a powerful paranormal.
But the current way of grass dew currents alone doesn't get very far. During my life, I had realized that no matter how stuck I was, I would not reach the ideal level.
If it takes more than a few hundred years after generations, I can also calculate that I can get to where I want to go. But you cannot see it while you are alive. I can't wait to regret that irrationality.
Incorporating other witchcraft schools could also dramatically stretch the art of monster making, but that would not allow grass dew streaming households, as well as those in the division. As long as we know all the secret techniques and secrets after making the inheritance, and we don't separate it from the grass dew stream, we can't do that.
"Kazushiro, there's another demon in Edo."
My uncle, Kojiro Kusaru, visited Kashishiro's room and told him.
"That's a lot these days."
I know you've come to tell me to fulfill my crusade, but nothing. I don't care if my predecessors don't bother coming all the way here to tell me, Kajiro, tongue-in-cheek in my heart.
"Caused by distractions yesterday."
Mitsujiro says with a stuck face. I also know that Kazushiro.
The identity of the monsters who appear in the world and do harm to people is the failure of the monsters created by the wicked magicians who fell into the magic, or what escaped in the middle of the production process is abandoned. There can be no such thing as a naturally occurring monster, as the world says. If the world is rough, it has long been the norm for such wild monsters to appear more frequently in public multiplied by confusion.
"I hope they return the stigma that missed Ghost Tsuji. Now don't screw it up."
When I told him that in a tone that looked down, he did not wait for Kashiro's reply either, and Mitsujiro closed his tongue.
"Jealousy, inferiority and mockery of the awkward"
Hanshiro floats a mockery and stands up.
Kojiro had not much talent as a magician compared to his masters in history, and even as the masters, he was being slapped in the pubic mouth with darkness.
On the other hand, Kashiro's talent as a sorcerer surpassed that of his predecessors, and he is well versed in the art of sacrifice, with high expectations from the Grass Dew family. That's not funny, Mitsukiro came to see what the failed Kashishiro looked like. But to say disgust, he is a scarce, clumsy man of vocabulary, but hence Kashishiro mocked him the other way round, wondering if that was the best he could do.
With a knife in his hand, he pulls the few remaining haunted cats and a new haunted cat, and Kashishiro leaves the grass-dew mansion.
Using demonic and spirit-measuring magic props, ask how it reacts. Spread the map of Edo, draping threads with needled spells on the ground first, identifying the location with looseness.
There are countless magicians in Edo, and there are demons they serve, so we cannot immediately identify only those who are rampaging and attacking people. Identification takes time.
"Here."
Take a look at the reaction like that outside the town of Edo, and Kashishiro casts a spell toward the needle when he does the map. He reminded the demon props of his opponent.
Kanshiro rides a horse and walks through the city at night.
"Hmm. Oh, my God."
Seeing a black, giant shadow squatting in front of the long house, Kashishiro stopped the horse. From here, it only looks like a black chunk, but you can see it emitting intense demons, and you can clearly tell it's out of the public.
"Out."
As he rode his horse, Kajiro threw seven balls from his nostalgia, high and high. The seven balls undergo transformation before falling to the ground, transforming into cats with two tails, each landing magnificently. It's about two turns bigger than a regular cat.
Kashiro himself descends from his horse and pulls the knife out of his sheath.
Although the squatting shadow was in the shape of a person, it was obvious that he was not a person, even if he relied solely on the moonlight to see it.
Wings grow from the back, and thin tails are stretched from the glutes that are like the tips. Come closer and take a closer look, a twisted horn was arcing from his head, his feet were swollen, and he had goat-like hooves.
The black demon looks back. My mouth is torn, my fangs grow, my ears are pointed, my face is black, my eyes are glowing red. The twisted corners were curved backwards.
Kajiro remembered seeing the monster. It's not a real thing, it's a Nanban painting.
There were several carcasses at the foot of the monster. It would be the attacked townsman. There are no signs of being eaten. The hands and feet are pulled apart and placed on the ground so that they are crossed. The carcass, which was only the torso and the neck, both male and female, showed signs of committing the crime.
Many of the demons I've ever encountered were attacking to eat people. But the monster in front of me did not kill him to eat, but to crush him. To its wickedness, Kajiro learns to be angry.
"I didn't know an exotic demon was going to go to Edo by now."
When she suppresses the anger that boils more than in herself, takes a deep, deep breath, and then squeals, Kashishiro puts on a haunted cat.
Of the seven, four haunted cats fly almost simultaneously from three directions. One jumped big and jumped off the head of a black monster.
The black monsters get up, but the vandalized cats were quicker. My nails tear flesh, my blood stings. The blow of the haunted cat, which jumped from the front, was cutting the throat.
But the black monster does not flinch, and strikes the cats with his arms. All four cats cleverly flush it.
(moves somewhat fast, but doesn't seem like a big deal)
Shortly after Kashiro was optimistic, something amazing happened.
Two of the cats were bounced off with tremendous momentum in a straight line and crashed into the wall of a long house across the street.
One of the two more remaining causes blood and guts to erupt into the ground, crushed by invisible forces. The last one sensed it and dodged it.
(WHAT!? If you use mindfulness...)
A demon with extraordinary powers that Kashiro has yet to create. His My Haunted Cat simply has a stronger physical surface and higher intelligence than a normal cat, and has not reached the point of equipping itself with supernormal powers.
Something cold runs on my spine. The black monster's gaze was directed at Kashishiro. The next target of invisible force is undoubtedly Kashishiro.
Intuitively perceive the timing at which the force of invisibility is released, deflecting the body and avoiding it. As she felt the force rush right through her side, Kashishiro stepped in towards the black monster at once, clamping for an intermission.
Aim for the moment immediately after the attack and turn to attack yourself. Stone, but effective against demons less intelligent than humans.
The black monster couldn't react to Kashiro's handsome feet. Faster than the monster defeated and fought back, the blade had reached the monster.
His neck is snapped and he falls to the ground. My body collapses a little late.
Kajiro could not immerse himself in the aftermath of victory. With a strange look, I look at the wreckage of a cramped monster. The target is a demon. I won't always be able to breathe because I snapped my neck.
But the monster eventually stopped moving and took a small breath of Kashishiro.
(It worked, but this demon itself is a threat. There are magicians who create things like this, and they unleash them on the world, etc.)
Normally after this, I would dispose of it by incineration to erase demon traces, but not tonight. We need to carry the body. Xiang Shiro decides that tonight's report to Grass Dew will not be all that matters. He said it would be better to inform the proper spiritual institution of the Shogun.