When the young man looked over, Ishida Jōka suddenly realized that his gaze was incredibly profound, as though every secret he carried had been seen through.
"May I ask... who are you?" Ishida Jōka asked cautiously.
"You're Kuro no Suke's guest, right? If you don't mind, why don't we make do and spend the night here? Oh, right, what's your name?" the young man asked with a gentle smile.
A very stiff smile appeared on Ishida Jōka's face. "Just call me Ishida. Sorry for disturbing you. I can just squat here for the night. Please go back to sleep!"
"Ishida? That's quite a nice surname. I once knew a beautiful girl surnamed Ishida. I wonder if you know her." The young man wore a warm smile like sunlight. "Her name was Ishida Oboro. If she's still alive, she should be around five hundred years old!"
A low growl rose from Ishida Jōka's throat.
Ishida Oboro?
She was an ancestor of the Ishida Family!
Who exactly was this young man? He looked so young, so why did he know his family's ancestor?
"My name is Yamabuki Chidori, a humble, unknown little Soul Reaper."
Yamabuki Chidori?
I feel like I've heard that name somewhere before?
Wait, in Quincy myths and legends, what was the name of the Soul Reaper who killed the Quincy King more than five hundred years ago?
Wasn't it Yamabuki Chidori?
You've got to be kidding! Why would a legendary figure like that appear here?
That bastard Kuro no Suke didn't look like someone who could possibly be connected to such a big shot.
Ishida Jōka forced out a smile uglier than crying. "Sorry! Sorry for disturbing you. I forgot to bring in my laundry, so I'll head home first. I'm terribly sorry for interrupting your sleep!"
As he