The demon of urushumaru

the occasional chirp of a nightingale. The market square, usually bustling with activity, was now eerily quiet. The villagers had

orders, in the shadow of the thick fores

the woods. Its branches stretched like dark fingers against the night sky, casting long shadows over the boys hud

ed attention. He wasn't a tall figure, but there was a power in the way he held himself-like a storm about to break. H

it carried an undeniable edge of determination. His gaze flicker

f his mouth. He was the quiet one, the thinker, but that didn't mean he lacked passion. His calculating gaze moved from Takehiro to the village an

night. He couldn't contain his eagerness. "What's the point of risking it if we don't take it all? If we pull this

moment, before a slight nod of approval passed between them. "We'll

tion. He was always the first to act, too impulsive for his own good, but his energy was infectious, and even Tetsuya couldn't

almost imperceptible sound-a shuffling in the distance. It was faint at f

whisper. His fingers twitched toward the hilt of his blad

m, but his eyes sharpened, alert.

e wind. The figure's face was obscured, but their presence was undeniable. There

he figure, but the air around them thickened, charged with a sudden

nown exactly where the boys were hiding. They stood still

led, his voice steady but w

o swirl around them, the cloak rippling as if alive. Finally, th

what y

he boys. There was no mistaking it-the person standing befo

calm, now held a hint of suspicion, a

d slowly, revealing a small, ancient-looking token. It glinted in the moonl

you have that?" he demanded, his voice

air thickening. "You're not the only ones who have been watching this

ge behind them now feeling like a distant memory. The winds shifted, and with the

t about causing troubl

e true game