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On November 1st, the sky was azure, and the earth was golden. In the vast sea of clouds, as far as the eye could see, was snow-white. A red-gold giant dragon shuttled through, leaving behind a pile of messy cotton wool. "Dear Mother:" "How is your beautiful self? Your handsome son—me, is returning to Kyoto from Izumo." "Thinking back to those days, which was actually just a few months ago, I was just an ordinary young man, studying at an ordinary university, with the goal of learning Spanish…-
4.0 M • Ongoing
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At eleven o'clock at night, Minamoto Kiyomoto left. A little while later, Itomi Sayaka and Hanyu Chika also left. The streets of Izumo, neither Chiba nor Tokyo, felt both familiar and strange. "If you have something to say, just say it," Itomi Sayaka turned her head and smiled at Hanyu Chika. Since just now, Hanyu Chika had looked preoccupied and hesitant to speak. "Sayaka, did you… did you really fall for him just now?" "Fall for who?" "Minamoto Kiyomoto." Itomi Sayaka looked up…
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4.0 M • Ongoing
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Leaving the dessert shop, the setting sun from earlier was nowhere to be seen. The night sky was splattered with ink, frolicking. Itomi Sayaka, using the excuse of passing a message to her sister, walked to the side with Minamoto Kiyomoto and spoke to him alone for a while. She quietly told Minamoto Kiyomoto the address where Group Nine was staying, hoping he could go there tonight. "They are very concerned about you. Before they go back to Tokyo, they want to see you no matter what," Itomi Sayaka…
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4.0 M • Ongoing
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The crowd was almost suffocating, staring dumbfounded at the coliseum. On the pitted stage, Minamoto Kiyomoto stood amidst the pile of ice, like a god walking out of the ice and snow. "The warm-up ends here," Minamoto Kiyomoto raised his right leg and decisively stepped on a block of ice, looking at the leaders of the Shinto sect from afar. The wind blew his long hair. "Choose. Keep your promise, or continue to fight." The official practitioners, whose numbers had already overwhelmed the…
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4.0 M • Ongoing
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"Why is he still standing?" the leader of Group Eight, Drunkard, asked in surprise. "Could it be that the Demon Body Spell has no consumption?" the leader of Group Three's face was grim. "Then wouldn't this kid be able to fight forever?" "It should be related to his capacity," the leader of Group Two stared intently at the field. Reminded by him, the crowd remembered what Minamoto Kiyomoto had said earlier, that he could kill the Hakone Fire Dragon hundreds of times in the sea of…
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4.0 M • Ongoing
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This was a clear autumn morning, with October about to end and November just around the corner. Sunlight shone on the ice-carved coliseum, refracting dreamlike rays of light. These lights shone on Minamoto Kiyomoto. His face was like beautiful jade, his haori fluttering, incomparably handsome, like a god. The women from the government, the Shinto sect, and from all over the world on the viewing platform forgot to breathe, their hearts pounding. When a person is infatuated with someone, even…
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4.0 M • Ongoing
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The sound of horns blared continuously, war drums thundered, and the crowd waved flags and cheered. The momentum of the Shinto sect was at its peak. They had been relentlessly pursued and killed by the government, unable to return home, suffering injustice, and their lives hanging by a thread at every moment. They wanted to vent all the pain, frustration, and anger of these years. In the ice-carved coliseum, there were seats, but none of them could sit down calmly. Their emotions surged like a…
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4.0 M • Ongoing
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"Lord Tsukushi-no-Kimi, what happened?" Dozens of practitioners searching in the sky, trailing colorful ribbons of divine power like meteors, caught up with the red-gold dragon. "Relay my order, seal off Izumo!" the dragon roared, shattering the white clouds and lingering over the entire city of Izumo. Leaving this sentence behind, the red-gold dragon swooped down and disappeared in the blink of an eye. The practitioners looked at each other. "Could it be?!" They suddenly understood. "It's…
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4.0 M • Ongoing
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Attracted by the sound, Tazu came back to her senses and turned her head. The members of Group Nine had already disappeared into the distant mist. She didn't use her divine power to check. "What's wrong?" she asked strangely. "Tourists. It's early in the morning, and they thought no one was around. They probably got scared when they saw a bunch of people in the thick fog," Minamoto Kiyomoto said with a laugh. "Ordinary people don't know that shrine maidens have to do morning prayers," Tazu also…
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4.0 M • Ongoing
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Minamoto Kiyomoto's plan succeeded. The next morning, in a thick fog, Tazu interrupted the trio's training. "Your Excellency, the Divine Medium, Your Excellency, Ise, the children would like to hear stories of your past training. I wonder if I could ask you to tell them?" Behind the Izumo Miko, a group of little shrine maidens looked on with anticipation, their eyes fixed on Kamibayashi Miko and Himegami Izayoi, like fledgling birds in a nest waiting to be fed. "Okay," Kamibayashi Miko…
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4.0 M • Ongoing
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