Boom! Boom!
The sudden explosions shattered Kyoto's morning tranquility.
Kyoto's night markets were bustling, but they also left many people groggy in the morning.
Though the explosions came from outside the city, Hirohito was still startled awake.
He sprang up at once. His personal guards were already standing watch around him.
"What was that?!"
A man in a modified military uniform entered from outside and said to Hirohito,
"Your Highness, the ninja on lookout reported that the railway tracks outside the city were blown up. The culprit has not yet been found."
Hirohito kneaded his temples, trying to ease the pain of his hangover.
Kyoto was a prosperous place, filled with geishas. Though he could not have Muzan, he would not hang himself from a single tree. He could still indulge in pleasure.
He pushed away the woman in his arms and let his guards dress him. Then he walked outside and gazed from afar at the place where smoke and flames were rising.
It was quite far from where he was, so he did not take it to heart.
The Meiji Restoration had been progressing well, but there would always be stubborn, old-fashioned fools who believed those roaring trains had robbed them of their land and rule.
They seemed to think that as long as the railway tracks were blown up and those roaring trains were gone, life could return to what it had been.
Heh. Idiots.
Whether Hirohito was indulging in sensual pleasures or obsessing over Muzan's beauty, at heart, he was actually very "progressive." He would spare no effort to embrace more advanced, more powerful forces and beings.
Whether it was Western innovation or Muzan's "Blood Demon Art," those were the powers he desired!
"Your Highness, it seems the Tsuchimikado family has sent someone to request an