Gyuki
Over the past century, this had happened more than once or twice, so Nura Nurarihyon handled it with practiced indifference. Setsura looked resentfully at the leader who had pushed her away. Again with "next time." Since they had met, how many times had Nura Nurarihyon brushed her off with that excuse?
And that next time seemed as though it would never come. As a result, even after nearly a century, her first kiss remained perfectly intact.
With his strength, he clearly did not need to care about her cold aura at all. Yet she had fallen for this heartless man!
A trace of gloom flickered through Setsura's crimson eyes, patterned with black markings, then vanished in an instant as if it had never appeared.
Rejected by Nura Nurarihyon once more, Setsura left his side with a hint of reluctance and walked out of the tavern in low spirits.
Although Setsura had nearly grown used to it... some things could not possibly be summed up by the word "used to."
Watching Setsura get rejected by their leader, Nura Nurarihyon, once again and turn to leave the tavern, the members of the Nura Clan who were drinking merely glanced over, said a few words to Nura Nurarihyon, then continued drinking.
Would Setsura be heartbroken? None of the yokai present worried about that, because she was a Yukina, because she was a strong—perhaps even powerful—woman.
As for whether she might be in danger out there alone, there was even less reason to worry. Not to mention that the surrounding yokai had just been cleared out, with Setsura's strength, there was nothing to fear.
"Leader, have you really never considered accepting Setsura? For your sake... she has followed you for nearly a century."
To Nura Nurarihyon's left sat a stern-looking man with