On the long street, Samael stared at the Spear Body Tower ahead, submerged in lightning, his eyes filled with astonishment.
"What happened?"
"It's the Night of a Hundred Demons! Those guys from the mountains have come down again!"
The three Servants who had been coerced into coming out for a stroll changed expression slightly, their eyes brimming with apprehension.
Night of a Hundred Demons?
Samael narrowed his eyes, and the crease between his brows deepened.
Seeing that their new boss still seemed confused, Sei Shōnagon, who handled manuscript organization, hurriedly explained.
"The daytime is the world of humans, while nighttime belongs to the oni bloodline. Although the shogunate's repeated purges successfully drove those monsters from the city into the mountains and wilderness, every so often, after recovering their strength, the hundred demons return for revenge and try to reclaim the city."
"We need to be careful too. At night, the oni bloodline's strength multiplies!"
Beside him, Oda Nobunaga drew her sword and vigilantly scanned the surroundings as she added a reminder.
As they spoke, booming war drums, the crunch of shattered roof tiles, bodies scraping across the ground, and the flutter of bird wings rose from every direction.
They were here!
Samael's gaze sharpened, and he abruptly looked up.
As far as the eye could see, dozens of tengu with tall, long red noses and crimson faces descended around them in answer to the thunder overhead. They held fan-shaped uchiwa, feather fans, or treasure mallets, wore yamabushi garb, and had wings growing from their backs.
The Heavenly Drum sounded, like thunder yet not thunder.
The tengu resembled great shooting stars!
At that moment, Sei Shōnagon, a literary Servant not particularly skilled in battle, looked at the ferocious red faces surrounding them, swallowed involuntarily, and shrank behind Samael.
There were actually