Oyakashiro Homura said respectfully, "Father has gone to the courtyard. His health has been poor lately, and he cannot bear loud noises."
Torikaze was taken aback as well. "Yes, your father is getting on in years. How about this? When things are over, bring him to see me. I'll cure his illness."
Oyakashiro Homura was immediately overjoyed. "Really? That's wonderful! Thank you, Lord Torikaze!"
What troubled Oyakashiro Homura most was his father's illness. It clung to him like a parasite, impossible to eradicate completely.
He had tried medicines from home and abroad and seen countless Medical Ninja, yet none could cure him completely. It had Oyakashiro Homura worried sick.
Now that he had heard Lord Torikaze say this, his heart finally settled.
"It's nothing. We've been neighbors for so many years. It's only a small favor."
In recent years, the Ouyashiro Clan had been busy opening up new businesses, so the two clans had rarely found time to chat or visit each other.
Torikaze had only just learned that Oyakashiro Tsukiyomi's illness had become so serious.
"Then I truly must thank you, Lord Torikaze. My father has suffered from this ailment for years. As his son, I simply cannot bear it."
Oyakashiro Homura had always been very filial.
Torikaze had been able to tell ever since Homura was young that he would accomplish something in the future.
Thinking back, Torikaze had been quite close to the Ouyashiro Clan in his younger days.
Back then, Oyakashiro Tsukiyomi had led his people out of Hell Valley, full of vigor and ambition.
Yet now, he was frail with age. It was impossible not to sigh at the passage of time.
This illness of his had likely taken root in Hell Valley, which was why it had resisted treatment for so long.
But for