Has the Mightiest Clan, the Genji, Ever Asked Us Uchiha?

Izumi sensed the obscure energy that suddenly appeared at the street corner at once.

Had those people found reinforcements?

Hadn't they suffered enough already?

As the thoughts flashed through her mind, displeasure showed in her sharp eyes. Her slender hand moved almost imperceptibly toward the ninja pouch strapped to the outside of her left thigh.

But the person who emerged from the corner was no vicious brute. He was a graceful young man in a white hunting robe.

His expression was calm, his features strikingly handsome. The folding fan he gently waved gave him an approachable air entirely unlike that of the noble young masters they had met earlier.

Most striking of all was his snow-white hair, which nearly reached his waist.

"You two crossed an Onmyoji from the Genji Clan, yet you're still strolling through Kyoto without a care. It seems you truly don't fear their retaliation."

When he first appeared, urgency had been plain on his face, and he seemed to have something else to say.

But when Yu Zhi met the young couple's unruffled gazes and sensed what lay beneath, his worry and urgency gradually faded.

He had reached a conclusion:

Unless the Grand Onmyoji of the Genji Clan all came at once, no ordinary opponent could keep these two here.

The young man's black eyes in particular were like a bottomless pool whose depths he could not see.

But when had Heian-kyo gained such a young and powerful Onmyoji?

A trace of puzzlement entered the youth's eyes.

"Oh, right. My name is Seimei."

"I have nothing to do with the Genji Clan's Onmyoji. I only came to warn you that one of their stronger members is on his way to subdue you."

Noticing the hostility Izumi showed, Seimei introduced himself. When he mentioned the approaching attacker,