Take Me Home-Whoever Stands in the Way, Destroy Their Divine Court!

The Lord of the Underworld noticed that the young onmyoji before him was in an unusual state,

but he instinctively attributed it to the side effects of the secret technique the young man had used.

"Yes, the East."

"But even I do not know where this so-called 'East' is. I only know that it is a place outside this space, outside this world."

"The very word 'East' seems to have been ordained by some unseen law."

Yama's words were profoundly cryptic,

seemingly pointing to a definite region, yet any attempt to investigate or reach that place felt like a joke, an exercise in futility.

But Arata felt none of that emptiness.

For a moment, he felt only his soul trembling, every capillary in his body constricting. Even his reason, which should have been eroded by Demonification, became utterly clear.

Because of his reincarnation, the blood of the Uchiha Clan flowed through his veins.

But!

His soul had come from the East.

That was where he truly belonged!

Arata had wondered whether, a hundred years from now, his soul would remain neither in the Ninja World's heaven nor in Heian-kyo's Land of the Dead, but instead return, guided by some unseen destiny, to the homeland for which he felt an inextinguishable longing!

He simply had not expected to encounter something from his homeland in a place like this.

His palm gently brushed the coffin's surface. Traces of lightning strikes remained upon it, but far more numerous were the weathered marks left by endless ages.

What had it endured to cross rivers of time and space from the distant East and arrive in such a place?

"What do you know?"

Seeing the young onmyoji's condition, Yama would have been far too foolish to rule this land if he still failed to realize