The Yamata Curse

Chiyome's gaze darkened at Takeda Moritoki's sarcastic tone, but she did not utter a rebuttal. The relationship between the Mochizuki Clan and the Takeda Clan could not be allowed to deteriorate any further.

"These are just rumors; please don't take them seriously, Lord Morotoki."

"Is that so? If rumors can make a female ninja with little ability able to stand up to Uesugi Kenshin head-on, then I truly hope there are more such rumors."

Feeling the gaze of Takeda Moritoki, Chiyome's eyes dimmed. Not long ago, the two were about to become husband and wife, but now, she had become a thorn in his side.

After all, for any man, having an engagement annulled is a loss of face. Especially in this era, when the other party has a relatively high status, saving face is even more important.

Faced with these humiliating words, Chiyome could only silently endure them. This was the rule within the system; with the Takeda Clan standing behind the other party, she could only keep quiet and accept it.

This suffocating atmosphere lasted for an unknown amount of time before the Onmyoji behind him finally spoke:

"Judging from Chiyome's complexion, she seems to be in good spirits. To be able to maintain such a complexion even when facing Uesugi Kenshin head-on. If someone had told me before meeting Chiyome that a female ninja could do something like this, I would have thought it was a joke."

Chiyome's expression darkened, Morotoki Moritoki's brows furrowed even deeper.

"Thanks to a secret family technique, my injuries have been suppressed, but I won't be able to fight for the time being. I wonder about the medical care the Takeda Clan promised..."

Before he could finish speaking, Morotoki interrupted, "All kinds of supplies are in short supply right now. The Takeda Clan has done its best to provide for the Mochizuki Clan, but medical supplies are already running out."

Saying this meant there was basically no hope left. Chiyome felt somewhat fortunate to have met Bai Mo, otherwise she probably wouldn't have been able to sleep tonight.

However, some work still needs to be done. Chiyome feels like she's having an affair, so she tries to cover it up on the surface, but whenever she gets a chance, she sends her subordinate ninjas to Bai Mo.

After all, doctors of this caliber are in high demand everywhere, and she didn't want to cause Bai Mo any trouble.

"Lord Morotoki, our ninja infiltration work is extremely dangerous. If we are injured, even the guard dogs can smell blood, making it impossible to move."

"If you want to cover up the smell, just smear some mud on it, right?"

Morotoki snorted coldly, which left Chiyome speechless. She was relieved once again that there was a way to alleviate the medical problem, since the Takeda Clan seemed completely unreliable.

The Onmyoji beside him frowned, pulled Takeda Moritoki, and then said:

"Please forgive us, the Takeda Clan will never abandon the Mochizuki Clan, but Uesugi Kenshin's offensive is fierce, and the physician is very nervous. In addition, there are some issues with the nobles, so it's inevitable that some people below have some complaints. I believe that the situation will greatly improve after the misunderstanding is cleared up."

Shingen, upon learning of your return, specifically sent me with medicinal herbs. He was very worried about your injuries sustained in your battle with Uesugi Kenshin.

The Onmyoji presented the wooden box he carried with him. Upon opening it, a rich medicinal fragrance wafted out, but Chiyome felt a sudden stinging pain upon seeing the contents of the box.

It felt as if someone had pierced her skin with steel needles, driving them into her bones like nails, causing excruciating pain.

Inside the wooden box lay a pale, yellowish snake slough, twice the length of an arm. Judging from its scent, it was a precious medicinal herb, carefully prepared and worthy of collection.

Electric Current Push and her natural ability to endure pain, Chiyome managed to suppress her physical discomfort, but the mental torment left her looking extremely pale.

Upon seeing this, the Onmyoji raised his eyebrows, a slight smile appearing at the corner of his mouth, which was hidden by the wooden box.

"Then, this secret snake molt recipe is yours. If you don't know how to use it, feel free to come to me anytime. I won't bother you any longer, farewell."

Watching the wooden box close, Chiyome breathed a deep sigh of relief. She sat back down in her chair, panting.

Outside, the Onmyoji watched Takeda Moritoki's departing figure and snorted coldly:

"What an idiot! He can't even control his own emotions. What good is he? No wonder he was used for an arranged marriage. But it's easy to control someone as incompetent as him."

Recalling what had just happened, the Onmyoji really wanted to slap him.

Back at the enemy's headquarters, facing someone capable of fighting Uesugi Kenshin head-on, he still dared to humiliate him like that. It was fortunate that Chiyome, came down; otherwise, he wouldn't have been confident of getting out of there.

What does this idiot take Chiyome for? Does he think she's some female ninja he can bully at will?

He raised his hand, and a paper figure stood in his palm. The Onmyoji spoke to the paper figure:

"Master, I have found the person you asked me to find who is suspected of having strange powers. At the same time, she seems to be cursed by the Yamata no Orochi. If we can use this to our advantage, controlling her will be very easy."

The head of the Takeda Clan is a very troublesome person, so I chose a useless person to make contact with the target.

After whispering these words, the Onmyoji clapped his hands, and the paper figure in his hand flew away.

He glanced back at the area where the Mochizuki Clan lived, a slight smile on his face, and then drifted away.

Inside the Mochizuki Clan's residence, Chiyome looked at the wooden box and wished she could burn it to the ground. Even though she was locked up, she still felt a surge of irritation.

"We can't destroy it, it looks very expensive... Oh right, since it's medicinal material, let's give it to the doctor tomorrow."

The night passed quickly, and the next morning, Shi opened her eyes and opened the sliding door beside her.

This is the advantage of Japanese architecture: a room is separated only by these light, flimsy sliding doors, so when you're sleeping, you can hear each other's breathing clearly.

The blankets on the opposite side were still folded neatly, and the sounds of breakfast being prepared could be heard from outside.

Then, without hesitation, she returned to her warm bed. After some time, Bai Mo, who had prepared breakfast, knocked on the door.

"Just come in."

Bai Mo opened the door, looked at Shi wrapped in the blanket, and said with a hint of helplessness, "Breakfast is ready, time to get up."

"Okay, could you get me the clothes from that cabinet over there?"

"You have a million ways to change your clothes, and I don't want to open your closet."

Faced with Bai Mo's resistance, Shi revealed a gentle smile and said:

"I think they only have kimonos inside~ I mainly want to experience the wake-up service, since I already prepared slippers for you."

So this is an equivalent exchange, an equivalent exchange.

As she spoke, Shi lay back down in bed, seemingly preparing to fall asleep again.

Bai Mo sighed softly, walked to the cabinet, opened it, closed his eyes, rubbed his temples, took out the white kimono on the left, and quickly closed the cabinet, naturally ignoring the non-kimono clothing on the right.

Having spent this time together, Bai Mo has come to know Shi quite a bit. She is usually dignified, elegant, and poised—almost a perfect woman. But inside, she is as mischievous and playful as a little girl.

"If we delay any longer, breakfast will get cold."

"Okay, I'll be right there."

After saying that, Bai Mo left Shi's room as if nothing had happened. Watching Bai Mo leave, Shi lay on the covers, cupped her face in her hands, and smiled happily.