The interior of the traditional Japanese Manor is more spacious and luxurious than it looks from the outside.
Opening the delicate paper door, a large Japanese-style room covering hundreds of square meters is revealed in front of everyone.
When you step on the soft Tatami, you can smell a nice hay aroma.
In the middle of the room stood a long, low table, already filled with a dazzling array of plates and fine china.
In the corner stood a top-notch Sony large-head picture tube color TV of this era, and the Japan late-night variety show with slightly snowy picture quality was playing on the screen.
At this juncture in the early 1990s, although Japan's economy has begun to show cracks, it still maintains the blazing carnival and extravagance on the surface.
Those office workers wearing broad suits with shoulder pads were walking down the street talking loudly, holding cell phones that looked like half a Bricks in their hands.
Late at night, the streets of Ginza are full of drunkards waving 10,000-yuan bills and trying to steal taxis.
It was a kind of prosperity with a bit of madness, but none of that mattered to Lynn. All he cared about now was the children's dinner.
"How do you eat this meat raw?"
Reggie sat cross-legged on the mat, holding chopsticks and making gestures in the air for a long time. Looking at the plate of sashimi in front of him that was cut as thin as cicada wings and had a crystal luster, his whole face wrinkled.
He even suspected that the fish would jump up and bite his nose at any time.
"That's sashimi, Reggie, take it away, we won't eat this."
Lynn smiled and helped Reggie take away the sashimi and put it on a small charcoal grill, on which a few pieces of top-quality Wagyu with a texture like marble were sizzling.
The fat melts under the high temperature, giving off a milky aroma that makes your fingers twitch.
Lynn skillfully flipped the beef with tongs, dipped it in a little secret sauce, and put it into Reggie's bowl.
The little black man stuffed it into his mouth with hesitation, and after chewing it twice, his eyes suddenly widened.
The melt-in-your-mouth texture and plump juices directly shattered his prejudice against Japanese food.
He didn't even bother to say anything, and directly stretched the bowl in front of Lynn. The meaning was obvious: ten more slices.
Annie has a special liking for the golden and crispy tempura.
The little girl ate until her cheeks were bulging, and she still stared at the heavy TV set in the corner.
Although she didn't understand Japanese, she still couldn't help but giggle when she saw the hosts in exaggerated costumes doing funny moves.
In this room filled with the aroma of food and laughter, the only person who seemed out of place was Black Noir sitting in the far corner.
He was still wearing the black uniform that even covered his eyes, and there was an untouched exquisite set meal in front of him.
He was like a shadow in this room, as quiet as if he didn't exist.
But Lynn knew that he was observing everything around him responsibly.
John sat on the left hand side of Lynn, quietly eating the barbecue in the bowl.
The boy seemed to be in a good mood today. He enjoyed the feeling of experiencing new things in a strange country with his family.
No annoying researchers, no blinding white light.
But just when he was about to pick up a piece of tamagoyaki, the boy paused slightly.
His Azure eyes couldn't help but look toward the gap in the sliding door. His eyes seemed to penetrate the wooden walls and corridors, and fell directly into the darkness outside the Manor.
Those annoying flies haven't left yet.
Even more than when I got off the car just now.
The weak but very uncomfortable energy fluctuations in the air are like swarms of mosquitoes buzzing in your ears.
The prying eyes attached to the paper figures carry an undisguised hostility and scrutiny.
John put down his chopsticks, and a subtle red glow appeared deep in his eyes again.
As long as he turns his head now and sweeps over with a Heat Vision, the forest outside and the people hiding in the dark will burn together with the pieces of paper into the most brilliant fireworks.
At this moment, a piece of Wagyu, which had just been baked and was still steaming, was put into his bowl.
"Why are you dazed? Eat it while it's hot. The taste will be greatly reduced when it gets cold." Lynn's voice rang in my ears.
John turned his head and saw Lynn looking at him with a gentle look.
Of course Lynn is also aware of the movements of those Onmyōji outside. The way Minister Sato was standing at the door wiping his sweat just now said it all.
But Lynn doesn't care at all.
"But they're outside..."
John lowered his voice, like a child who discovers a bad guy and wants to complain to his parents.
"It's the outside world outside, and we're eating."
Lynn stretched out his hand and gently rubbed John's golden hair, "Don't let those rats hiding in the ditch affect our mood of enjoying dinner. This is our territory and they can't come in."
Lynn's words were like a shot in the arm, instantly soothing John's irritable mood due to being disturbed.
The boy nodded vigorously, and the red light in his eyes disappeared instantly. He picked up the chopsticks again and ate the barbecue in the bowl.
As long as Lynn thinks it doesn't matter, then he won't bother to bother with those pieces of paper.
At this time, in the dark pine forest outside the Manor.
Several men wearing traditional dark hunting clothes were standing under the tree.
The night wind blew by, and the paper birds painted with strange red runes on the branches made a soft clattering sound.
The leader was a young man with a soft face, playing with a folding fan carelessly in his hand.
He is the most promising genius of the Kamo Clan's generation.
Before this, there had been a joke circulating in Japan Onmyōdō that Genji Clan was humiliated in New York.
I heard that Great Yokai, who was brought by Genji, did not even dare to show his face. He was so frightened by a little boy from Vought International that he fled back to Japan. Elder, who went with him, died in mysterious circumstances, and not even the slightest news came out.
So much so that now the entire Genji Clan cannot hold its head high in front of other Old Families.
But people at the Kamo Clan don't believe in this evil.
In their view, Genji was originally a declining branch, and it was normal for them to be frightened away by the high-tech weapons of the Americans.
As for super humans, they are just genetically mutated monsters boasted by capitalists.
In this land, Onmyōdō, which has been passed down for thousands of years, and the mysterious monsters are the real masters.
"Young Master, how is the situation inside?" a follower next to him asked in a low voice.
The young man sneered, closed the folding fan and tapped his palms, his tone full of contempt. "A group of country bumpkins who have never seen the world, surrounded by our Shikigami, actually have the heart to eat barbecue and watch TV inside. The blond-haired kid glanced here just now, probably aware of something, but he was immediately coaxed to eat again by the adults."
The attendant frowned. "Is this how alert they are? Vought International sent people like this to Japan. They simply don't take us seriously. How about I send a few Demon-Faced Spider in now to teach them a lesson?"
"No rush."
The young man waved his hand, with a condescending arrogance in his eyes, "Since they have come all the way to travel, we have to do our best to be landlords. I heard that they are going to the city tomorrow? In front of millions of ordinary people, crushing these so-called United States heroes will not only make Vought International completely get out of Japan, but also make our Kamo Clan reputation go to a higher level."
He raised his head and glanced at the Manor window with warm yellow light, then turned and walked into deeper darkness.
The dinner inside the house is still going on.
Lynn put down the tea cup and turned to look at Minister Sato who had been standing in the corner of the door waiting for instructions.
"Sato, help me arrange some more spacious cars."
Lynn's tone was as relaxed as chatting with an old friend, "I heard that Akihabara Electric Town here is very famous and has the latest Super Nintendo Entertainment System game console. Tomorrow morning, I plan to take the children to go shopping and buy a few boxes of game cards to take back to New York."
Sato was stunned for a moment, and the thick big brother in his hand almost fell on Tatami.
The Manor building outside has been surrounded by the toughest local snakes, and even an ordinary person like him can smell the Gunpowder smell in the air.
This old man from New York is actually going shopping with a group of children to buy game consoles tomorrow.