What the hell...
And my cool moments? For all I knew, Axiu might have been the one having cool moments the entire time.
Gu Mo thought this with considerable self-awareness. Of course, he knew who had truly been the coolest person throughout the entire Dungeon. She had certainly lived up to her name... As for himself, he had merely been Axiu's accessory, existing solely so the girl could conduct weight-bearing training.
He shook his head, pondered seriously for quite a while, then chose fast-forward with a thoughtful look.
The surrounding space and scenery swiftly shifted, seeming to race and transform at high speed. Images overlapped, becoming chaotic and disordered, like vast amounts of paint splashed and intertwined across a canvas—strange, dazzling, and multicolored.
Soon, as his attention settled, the scene finally stabilized, becoming the training yard of Sagiyama Castle.
—In the spacious grounds outside, two valiant female warriors sparred. The clang of blades rang out continuously, while violent sparks burst through the air with astonishing momentum.
—Inside the house stood the great Onmyoji in a deep blue hunting robe, earnestly explaining something. Across from him sat a young man bent seriously over a desk, gripping a brush as he made talismans.
The two sides were clearly distinct, seemingly without interfering with one another.
Looking at this scene, Gu Mo moved his consciousness and drifted directly over. Or rather, it could not quite be called drifting—it was more like dragging a mouse to zoom in on the viewpoint.
"...A curse, simply put, is a binding..." Abe no Seimei's unhurried voice carried over. Drawing upon all he had learned, he repeatedly broke down the principles and mysteries of Onmyōdō in clear, accessible terms, while the young man before him listened and nodded slowly.
Whenever the young man occasionally revealed a puzzled expression,