"Look, that ox cart!"
All of Tokyo's residents stood on balconies or rooftops, gazing into the sky through binoculars, because the truly powerful all flew directly to Adachi Ward.
For example, the elegant ox cart being pulled by two oxen treading on clouds of flame. Its bamboo window blinds bore the iconic "Kikyo Seal."
Coupled with the young samurai driving it, whose armor bore the gentian family crest, his identity was obvious:
"Is that the great Onmyoji Abe Seimei?"
"And that handsome samurai driving the cart... is Minamoto no Hiromasa?"
"Must be. Look at the flute tucked into his belt—rumor has it that he once dueled flutes with a Demon at the Vermilion Bird Gate, shaming the Demon into killing itself on the spot."
Countless Tokyo citizens looked up as one big shot after another, people they would never normally cross paths with, flew overhead. As they marveled, they could not help but straighten their backs with pride.
It was precisely because of that "principal" that they could live peacefully in such chaotic times. Although Tokyo's prices and land values were terrifyingly high, at least they did not have to worry about evil Spirits suddenly appearing in their homes, or being blown into the sky in their sleep by the aftermath of a battle between powerful beings.
"Sea Kingdom, Egypt's high Priestess, the millennium-old great Onmyoji~~"
So many powerful figures heading for Adachi Ward left Tokyo's residents with nothing but astonishment. Still:
Could Adachi Ward really accommodate so many powerful figures?
The answer was, of course, yes!
"It's our turn to take the stage, Mamiru."
In Adachi Ward, Keikain Yura's elder brother, Keikain Ryuji, looked up at the distinguished guests arriving one after another and signaled to the many members of his family.
"Yes, Lord Ryuji."
Other than Keikain Mamiru,