Divine Wind only felt a rich, feminine fragrance rush into his nose.
An even more suffocating softness pressed against him from the front.
"Hey! Hey! What are you doing?!"
His old face, always so stern and proud, instantly flushed bright red.
He looked just like a ripe tomato.
Divine Wind flailed in a panic and shoved Kamikaze's Disciple off him almost as if he had been electrocuted.
Then, embarrassed and furious, he loudly scolded her, "Have you no sense of propriety!"
"Watch your boundaries!"
"You're already a woman now!"
"How can you still hug men like you did before!"
After being pushed away by her master, Kamikaze's Disciple froze for a moment.
Then, seeing Divine Wind in such a rare state of distress, she could not help bursting out with a soft "pfft" of laughter.
She raised a delicate hand to lightly cover her lips, tears of emotion still clinging to the corners of her eyes, yet she said in a coquettish huff:
"Oh, Master, don't be shy. I was just too moved, that's all~"
That endlessly lilting "I" made every man present except Uta shudder in unison and silently take two steps back.
Divine Wind took several deep breaths before he barely managed to calm the surging blood and energy inside him.
He gave two dry coughs, forced his face back into a stern expression, and moved his gaze away from Kamikaze's Disciple.
He turned to Amane and Zanbai.
This time.
There was no longer any hint of joking in Divine Wind's eyes.
In its place was unprecedented gravity and solemnity.
"You should have seen my battle with Naraku just now clearly from up there."
Divine Wind's voice was low and powerful, echoing through the quiet lounge.
When Amane and Zanbai heard this, their expressions both turned solemn.
Amane,