Agreement

As the sun set, Bai Mo filled a large gourd with medicinal wine, took out the pagoda that Kenshin earlier, and handed it to him.

"It was prepared to your liking. The taste isn't great, but it's much better than drinking cold wine."

After taking Kenshin, Qianxin opened the bottle and took a sip. Her body trembled and a layer of hot sweat appeared on her skin.

Bai Mo prepared a variety of medicinal herbs that were beneficial to the intestines, and at the same time infused them with the power of the Asura Way to repair her organs, which had been ravaged by the cold wine.

"Drink sparingly, and don't drink cold wine; that way you can live a few more years."

Hearing Bai Mo's words, Kenshin's face flushed, and he looked at Bai Mo with the silly grin typical of a drunkard:

"Ah, this feels so good. I really don't want to leave you. Will I ever meet another person like you who understands me and knows how to take care of me?"

But there's nothing we can do; all good things must come to an end. And I have a feeling we might meet again someday.

He hung the gourd on the gun, then waved his hand and said:

"Keep this pagoda. There's no reason to take your things for free. I took it from a temple after I saw it and felt it was something special, but I can't quite put my finger on it."

It might be helpful to you someday, so keep it safe.

Bai Mo nodded, and then the two exchanged a glance before Kenshin slung the gun over his shoulder and left without looking back.

"Aren't you going to say anything?"

Chiyome asked from the side, Kenshin shook his head. Looking at the Mingyue in the sky, she smiled and said:

"No need for many words of farewell! My dear! No need to see me off far when I leave; when I return, I will greet you with wind and rain!"

Parting was without sadness, and reunion was a joyous occasion. Both Bai Mo and Kenshin tacitly chose this kind of parting, and also chose the possibility of reunion.

The sound of the white horse's hooves faded into the night. After Chiyome said goodbye, Bai Mo grabbed her head and said:

"Don't rush off, take care of your business tonight."

He then exchanged glances with Shiki, who replied with:

Don't forget to bring me some snacks; I won't be able to eat them again.

Bai Mo smiled and nodded, and then the two disappeared into the night.

Above the sky, Bai Mo carried Chiyome as they flew back to the Mochizuki Clan and headed straight for Kyoto. Chiyome used 80,000 units of power, but could only barely keep up with Bai Mo's speed.

Beneath her feet, Magnetic Field Power surged continuously, like a shooting star. Bai Mo, on the other hand, was like a swordfish in the deep sea, with no power leaking out at all. He looked very relaxed, but his speed was much faster than Chiyome's.

The two went directly to Nijo's residence, to the place where Oda Nobunaga, the Emperor's "guardian," was located.

"Alright, go and deal with your troubles. I won't help you this time; you'll have to pay for your mistakes. I'll handle the situation according to how you resolve it."

Watching Chiyome, who had made up her mind, head towards Nijo's residence, Bai Mo silently walked into the street. He had already decided that if Chiyome remained determined to solve the problem using Magnetic Field Power, then Bai Mo would not let her get away with it so easily.

At best, they'll place Magnetic Field Heavenly Lock on her; at worst, they'll change their minds and directly reclaim her Primordial Spirit.

Governing the people has never been a simple matter.

It's highly unlikely that a magnetic field expert will ever appear in this world again. Even if she manages to suppress the entire Japan with her power, what will happen afterward? On that day, when only Electric Current Push, many members of the Mochizuki Clan wanted to use this power to seek their own interests, disregarding the lives of others.

If the Mochizuki Clan were to rise to the pinnacle of power, who could guarantee they wouldn't abuse their power and bully others? If Chiyome were to die, the oppressed populace would be eager to slaughter the entire Mochizuki Clan, killing them according to their family genealogy.

If the goal were to eliminate all these daimyo once and for all, it would be a catastrophe, and order would be directly destroyed. The armies that have lost their leaders would probably tear off their uniforms and begin burning, killing, and looting.

Those who surrender are unlikely to be loyal. Who can guarantee that this strongman, who doesn't even respect the Emperor, will protect their interests?

Ordinary people need to consider their own interests; the human heart is a mixture of good and evil, and everyone has some evil thoughts, which is unavoidable. Just like in Uruk, a ruler who doesn't need them at all and can read minds will only instill fear in people.

Bai Mo did feel sympathy for the kind and pitiful children of the Mochizuki Clan, but there were far too many pitiful people like that in this world.

He would only enable them to be self-reliant. If he directly helped Mochizuki gain supreme power, it would only harm others, and even more so, them.

A moment later, an explosion occurred at Nijo's residence, followed by a flood of guards. Bai Mo's lips twitched slightly as he watched Chiyome grab a long-haired woman in pajamas and fly her away.

He didn't actually do anything; he just browsed the pastry shop and bought some of the pastries he wanted.

After some time, Chiyome came to his side, looking at Bai Mo with an expectant expression.

"I still need to buy some premium Luoyan wine; let's talk about it as we walk."

Bai Mo didn't stop what he was doing. Chiyome nodded, and the two walked on the bustling streets of Kyoto. She secretly reached out and pinched Bai Mo's sleeve with two fingers.

"I made a deal with Oda Nobunaga, asking her to stop investigating the Emperor's affairs, appease the Emperor and that concubine, and cover it up."

In return, I will save her life when it's in danger, but in return, she must live in anonymity and stay away from power forever.

Hearing this, Bai Mo did not turn around, but said:

"Not bad, so you just made a move to prove your strength?"

"Yes, since I was able to get her out of the guards, I could rescue her in a crisis, and she readily agreed."

Chiyome recalled Nobunaga's excited expression as he flew, and his cheerful words at the end:

"That's really impressive. I didn't expect someone with such power to still care about these ordinary people. Don't worry, just give me that... what's it called, Morotoki's secret order."

The Emperor was just puzzled; I can make it up later.

"Then I'll pin all the blame on that Onmyoji and Takeda Moritoki. I reckon Takeda Shingen will abandon him without hesitation. I can also use this thing to give the Emperor a good talking-to and plant some more people in my own ranks."

Nobunaga's gaze held a hint of admiration as he patted Chiyome on the back and said:

"Don't worry, this solution isn't exactly fair, but it certainly won't result in any deaths, except for that unlucky fool who overestimated himself. While being this kind of kind isn't proper for a leader, it actually puts my mind at ease."

Moreover, with this thing, I'm not worried that you'll pose a threat to my power. It was definitely the right decision to control the Emperor back then, hahaha."

Listening to Chiyome's report, Bai Mo nodded, and then a smile finally appeared on her gloomy face, as if a huge weight had been lifted from her heart.

"Nobunaga is right. If you do this, you will have to spread your energy out, and you will be hampered by family matters. Moreover, apart from strength, you have no other way to guarantee that Nobunaga will keep his promise and give up his ambitions afterward."

But that's from your perspective; from my point of view, this result is acceptable.

After receiving confirmation from Bai Mo, Chiyome quickly stepped forward and walked to Bai Mo's side.

But before long, the bustling street came to an end. Chiyome looked at the avenue leading out of the city, and a sense of emptiness kept eroding her heart, causing her to unconsciously slow down.

If only this dimly lit street beneath my feet had no end...