As he spoke, everyone who heard him was stunned. They tried to dismiss it as an absurd statement, but knowing him, they realized he wouldn't say something outlandish without a reason. Daitengu walk closer and asked him again, his expression serious, wanting to confirm if what he said was indeed true.
"Are you certain about what you just said?" ask Daitengu, his face grave, showing he wasn’t joking and wouldn’t let it pass as a mere jest.
"Of course I'm certain! They are in my Domain! do you think I wouldn't notice such a thing in my own domain?" Nurarihyon retorted, visibly irritated that others were doubting his claim. In truth, if he hadn’t experienced it firsthand, he would’ve dismissed the idea as nonsense too—imagine someone saying a three-year-old yokai, just freshly born yesterday, could overlay another’s Domain. It sounded absurd
Domain is a unique technique used by certain yokai. They created an entirely separate space, using massive amounts of spiritual energy, isolating it from the outside world. Because of the complexity involved, not all yokai could wield this power. For those who relied on physical strength, like Oni or some Tengu, Domains were trivial—such yokai preferred brute force. However, there were situations where raw strength wasn’t enough, and Domains proved invaluable.
Domains were most commonly wielded by yokai who specialized in magical and spiritual arts. Each yokai's Domain was unique and different from one another, shaped by their realizations, goals, and desires. Their spiritual energy would respond to their wishes, manifesting a space optimized for battle. Some Domains were trivial, even useless, but powerful ones could significantly enhance their wielder’s strength, sometimes quadrupling it.
Typically, Domains couldn’t coexist. When two yokai activated their Domains, the opposing spiritual energies clashed, canceling each other out or depends on which one has stronger spiritual power will remain. However, a rare few could overlay their Domain onto another's. Those who can do it are often hailed as exceptional, these exceptional individuals could harmonize their spiritual energy with the existing Domain, not opposing the flow but blending with it.
And when this occurred, the original Domain was overridden. The wielder of the first Domain would be dragged into the new Domain, nullifying all the effects of their own. This ability was often referred to as a "Domain Killer." No matter how strong or well-crafted a Domain was, it became ineffective once they fight against someone capable of overriding it.
You can however counter this, a yokai could cancel and re-summon their Domain. However, this was rarely practical, as it consumed vast amounts of spiritual energy, and the opponent could simply do the same. Such scenarios often resulted in a wasteful stalemate.
This is why the heads of every yokai clan paid close attention to anyone who exhibited this ability. If such a yokai belonged to an opposing clan, they would reconsider how to deal with the potential threat. Conversely, if the yokai was one of their own, they would protect them at all costs, treating them as a strategic asset or as trump card against other clans.
None of the clan heads voiced their thoughts aloud, but they all understood each other well enough to know they were thinking the same thing. However, when Nurarihyon revealed the identity of the individual, their reactions were unanimous—they sighed and dismissed the matter.
"Such a pity. If only she were a combat yokai… I’d have recruited her into my clan already," Nurarihyon lamented, clearly disappointed.
Meanwhile, the crowd of yokai spectating the match grew restless, throwing tantrum and voice their frustration as they've just lost the vision of the participants.
The group of yokai that spectates the match throwing tantrum as they express their frustration because
"Come on! What is this!? Where are they? Why is this showing nothing?" Screamed one of the yokai as it reaches Nurarihyon ears.
Nurarihyon stood up and addressed the group. "Excuse me for a moment," he said, rising to deal with the disgruntled spectators.
After calming the crowd, Nurarihyon entered his Domain. Coincidentally, he passed a young Oni and Shun walking behind him out of the domain.
The Oni strode confidently, a cocky aura radiating from him. Shun, however, was limping, his arms still numb, and his body battered. He looked down at the ground, defeated, like a prisoner.
"So how are you going to settle this, badger?" ask the Oni boldly.
Shun flinched at the question, fear welling up inside him after the beating he had endured. "I… I have this spiritual treasure. It’s been passed down in my family," he stammered, summoning every ounce of strength to make his numb arms move. As he took out a shiny, dark green orb with his hands that are still trembling. The Mujina’s Bead.
*Tsk
The Oni clicked his tongue, showing dissatisfaction towards the treasure he offered, as he snatched it off shun's hand.
"A medium grade spiritual treasure, and the effect is...?
"...Slowly promotes the wearer's growth to illusion technique." Said Shun, nervously.
"Worthless!" Said Oni in anger, when he almost threw the bead away but paused, reconsidering. "Well, as useless as it is for me, it could fetch something from those Tanuki wuss," he mused, grinning.
"Fine, I’ll accept it. You may go," the Oni said, moving his head, signaling Shun to leave.
Shun, barely escaping with his life, dragged his battered body to the side, away from the crowd. With a loud thud, he collapsed against a tree, sliding down as his strength gave out. His breathing was uneven, he tried to calm himself but failed, his heart racing as the terror of being eaten alive by an Oni replayed in his mind.
Closing his eyes, he rested his head on his knees, frustration washing over him. As he cursed his own powerlessness.
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As Nurarihyon stepped into his own domain, his presence and spiritual power immediately alerted three nearby figures who had been together. Shi, Yoruka, and the young Jorogumo fixed their eyes on him. Initially, Nurarihyon suspected another participant was playing tricks on them using shapeshifting or illusion techniques. However, as soon as he spoke, the sheer weight of his spiritual energy and his familiar aura confirmed his identity.
“Greetings Lord Nurarihyon, it is unusual to see you broke your own rule. Has something happened?” Shi asked, curiosity laced in his tone.
“Nothing serious, just a slight miscalculation on my part,” Nurarihyon replied casually. “Enjoy yourselves until the time runs out.” He giggled softly before leaving them behind, tiptoeing through the forest in search of where Koropokkuru had first summoned her domain.
He scanned the area, following faint traces of spiritual energy until they abruptly stopped. Sighing, Nurarihyon muttered to himself, “Around here, huh?”
With a hand raised, he calls a thick, white mist that began creeping in from all directions, blanketing the forest.
His eyes sharpened in focus. This next part required precision. He needed to create a crack in her domain without breaking it entirely. For someone of his level, carefully tearing through such a weak domain without shattering it was surprisingly challenging.
Nurarihyon coats his finger with spiritual energy, as he pinched the air delicately. With a small nudge, a crack appeared. Another slight motion created a tiny tear, allowing the mist to flow into the domain. Sighing in relief, he whispered, “Done. I wonder what’s happening inside.” said Nurarihyon as he returned outside.
His return was welcomed with a loud cheer from the audiences, He rejoined his drinking companions, where Yuzuki, head of the Kitsune clan, welcomed him warmly.
“Welcome back, and thank you for your efforts, Nurarihyon,” Yuzuki said.
Nurarihyon nodded, pouring himself a drink as his eyes widened in amazement at the scene unfolding in the domain.
“Haha! It turns those inside into little people!” he laughed heartily.
Yuzuki, who also specialized in domain techniques, was equally astonished. “What a stunning domain,” she murmured.
Nurarihyon chuckled mischievously. “Not only that. When I tried to crack it open, I felt a faint sting in my spiritual energy. I believe it is a domain that slowly absorbs the spiritual energy from those trapped inside.”
“Really?!” Yuzuki exclaimed, visibly impressed. Nurarihyon grinned as he continued, “Yeah, we don’t see a lot of that, do we? That is something new.”
Yuzuki, as a domain expert, admired the creation of such a technique, especially from someone so young. Meanwhile, Oni and Daitengu, who could not use domains and were naturally cautious of them, listened attentively to their conversation from afar
Nurarihyon sighed. “Haaaah… if only she were a battle yokai.”
Others who overheard agreed. While her domain was extraordinary—constantly draining spiritual energy—it had weaknesses against specific yokai types. Nevertheless, its advantages far outweighed its flaws. It perfectly countered large, brute-strength yokai like Oni, especially those that couldn’t fly or swim.
Unfortunately, Koropokkuru belonged to the category of non-combatant yokai. As spirits of the Ainu tribes' small people, they typically avoided conflict and only live by trading. Their habitat was in a place with lush of butterbur plants. While her domain was powerful, she lacked the raw fighting ability to defend herself effectively, making her domain feels like a prison where she trapped herself with hunters inside.
As the match continued, Koropokkuru summoned rain, much to Nurarihyon’s delight.
“She even has a technique to drain her enemies’ stamina without them noticing!” he laughed.
But her inexperience showed. “It’s clear this is her first time summoning a domain. She could have hidden in the butterbur forest and kept moving, but she let herself get cornered. I suppose I was expecting too much from someone so young.”
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As the match proceeded, the audience grew excited as hunters began attacking each other, trying to steal prey or stop others from succeeding. In a quiet corner, Shun watched the chaos unfold. Feeling slowly returned to his arm, but the blood loss left him feeling light-headed.
He watched as Ryohei battled other hunters, his heart aching as doubt crept into his mind. 'Can I do that too?'
He himself isn’t sure, but deep down, he felt he could do the same thing easily—until the match’s climactic moment. The crowd erupted as a massive tidal wave was split in half by a gigantic butterbur leaf. Ryohei moved so quickly he created a sonic boom, and when he stopped, he created air momentum that create shockwave and blasted Koropokkuru away, knocking her unconscious.
Shun clenched his fists, anguish and despair written all over his face. He couldn’t admit it—a human who had only just awakened his yokai blood had surpassed him in less than a day. Covering his face with his hands, he sighed heavily as the realization hit him.
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The round ended, and the remaining prey and hunters emerged from the domain. When Ryohei returned, he was met with loud cheers from the yokai crowd. Beaten and bruised, he slowly walked away from the crowd toward a quiet area in the forest as Nurarihyon announced the best-performing prey. As expected, Yoruka earned the top spot, followed by Shi, the young Jorogumo, and Wanyudo. Hunters who failed were also listed, but Yoruka was shocked when she realized Ryohei wasn’t among them. She tried to find him, but he was nowhere around.
The remaining participants of that parade are allowed to rest for a short time before the third round commences. As Ryohei distanced himself from the crowded area, into a very quiet and empty corner, he falls down on his back, all his body parts are screaming with pain, it’s not that surprising… if he was still human, his body would instantly turn into scattered remains with burning smell the moment he tried to break the sound barrier.
Fortunately, yokai durability and recovery kept him alive, but even all that still can’t reduce the unbearable pain he felt. The moment the adrenaline fades, all his muscle, tendon, and vein in his body felt like pulled and stretched to the point of almost tearing apart. He also noticed that a ringing feeling in his head, as he found blood on his ears, it appears his eardrums have ruptured. He also felt pain in his abdomen, realizing he had internal bleeding.
The warm feeling spread throughout his body; this familiar feeling is when yokai natural recovery kicked in. He took the unconscious Koropokkuru from his pocket and let her rest on his palm. Then, he noticed a river otter yokai, Kawauso following him. Rising cautiously, he asked, “Why are you following me?”
The river otter, a chubby yokai standing on two legs, jolted nervously. “E-excuse me! This is all I have. Please spare my life!” he pleaded, offering a basket of spiritual herbs.
Ryohei, confused, asked, “Why?”
"Because he was the prey of that little lass, once she lost that means he belongs to you now.”
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Daitengu descended from the sky, carrying another jar of sake. Gesturing to Koropokkuru, he explained, “Since you defeated her, the otter now belongs to you.”
Kawauso nodded. “I asked her to spare me too, but… she doesn’t know how to speak human language yet.”
As he mentioned, it piqued Ryohei's interest. What language does yokai speak? Are they able to understand each other right away? Or do they have a specific language for each race? Curious about it, Ryohei asked.
“Does Yokai have a common language? Or do each race have their own language?”
Daitengu laughed. “Hooh, curious, are you? Let’s talk as we walk. I haven’t seen that Mujina lass since the round ended.”
Ryohei frowned, Please don't joke sir, look at my body, I can't barely move, how am I supposed to walk?"
Daitengu laughed and decided to remain, "Fine we'll just wait him here as you recover, you look like a mess, lad."
He sat down while pouring another cup of alcohol, as if trying to tell a story.
“Back then, we were barely able to talk to each other, and each race had its own way of communicating, for Oni they used to growl or snarl at each other to communicate. For us tengu we used to Croaking to communicate, well that is respectively for Karasu Tengu. You know them right?” Said Daitengu, Ryohei nodded and said he often saw some illustrations about a tengu with bird or crow face with a human-like body. It was often used in horror stories and animation.
“For you Kawauso and the little lass there used a gentler method, right?” Kawauso who was still nervous answered, “Yes… we often use hand gestures while accompanied with sounds like snorting or shrieking, depending on what we wanted to say.”
Daitengu continues as he drinks, ugh… does he never stop drinking, said Ryohei quietly in his mind. “I heard Koropokkuru used a similar method but they hummed along and made melodic tunes with gestures. We each have our own way to talk with our own respective species. But the problem is… we can’t communicate with a yokai other than your own and learning their way of communication is a hassle.”
“That is when we started to adapt like how humans did as their language progressed, we developed something called Spiritual communication. It is a communication method that uses spiritual energy as a medium to contain our inner thoughts and send it directly into the opposition.”
‘Something like this’
“Whoa!” The sudden voice that appeared in his head made him jump from shock, this feeling is quite familiar, it’s like…
Ryohei held his chin in thought, “It’s like… how Nurarihyon used to talk, didn't he?” Daitengu was surprised that Ryohei managed to catch on.
“You’re sharp, yes, he did but it was slightly different. Nurarihyon enhances his voice, the one he empowers is his physical voice, which empowers his voice and echoes it around. While what I’m doing is empowering my thoughts.”
He continued, “Eventually, we abandoned this method because it was too inconvenient when communicating with multiple people at once. You’d have to send your thoughts to each person individually while constantly expending spiritual energy. That’s why we adopted human languages and reserved spiritual communication for secretive purposes.”
As they talk, a small figure in the palm of Ryohei’s hand started to wake up, she found herself surrounded, by the yokai that chases her all round, the river otter that keeps following her since round one, and the towering figure of Daitengu—made her freeze in terror.
She jumped in shock and about to scream, but Ryohei who noticing her subtle movement, swiftly cupped his hand over her mouth. From what he observed during the fight, her voice was like a remote control for her spiritual power. If she couldn’t speak, she was completely sealed.
The Koropokkuru panicked as the pair of hands restrained her, struggling fiercely to break free. Ryohei panicked as well, his voice trembling.
“Ah! She’s awake! Hurry, can you tell her to calm down?” he cried, his flustered state drawing laughter from Daitengu.
“Hahaha! Why don’t you handle it yourself?” the Daitengu teased.
“How?!” Ryohei asked desperately.
Daitengu sighed and began instructing him step by step. “Direct your spiritual energy into your throat. Don’t focus on the energy itself—focus on what you want to say. If it’s hard, try murmuring first. As your voice comes out, coat it with the energy lingering in your throat, and then send it to your target.”
“Don't focus on the spiritual energy, focus on the things you wanted to say. If it's hard, try murmuring something. As your voice comes out, coat it with the energy that lingered on your throat. And then direct it towards your target.”
Ryohei frowned, still confused. “Uh… send it? How do I do that?”
“Just look at your target and imagine you’re sending them a letter or a message,” Daitengu replied.
Ryohei who was still confused try it out, he squinted really hard at Daitengu, his eyes felt like it's bulging, but nothing happened.
“Did you hear me?” Ryohei asked, still glaring.
Daitengu stared back, bewildered. “Lad, I didn't hear nothing. I told you to focus on what you want to say, not the energy itself.”
‘Easier said than done,’ Ryohei grumbled internally. ‘How am I supposed to do that when I barely understand how spiritual energy works?’
And then—
*Chomp
Koropokkuru bit into his hand.
“Ouch!” Ryohei yelped, pain shooting through him.
His eyes widened in realization. Did he just do that by accident?
“That’s it!” Daitengu exclaimed. “You’re getting close. But what you just performed is similar to what Nurarihyon does—amplifying your voice to make it echo with spiritual energy.”
As Daitengu explained, Ryohei waved his hand frantically, trying to shake off the Koropokkuru. He winced, then took a deep breath, deciding to calm himself. The fluke before had been caused by shock—what if he tried whispering instead?
He brought the Koropokkuru closer to his face, their eyes meeting. She was still biting him but suddenly twitched, stopping as her ears perked up.
‘....nt wo….’
A voice appeared in her head, she glanced around, confused. As if someone was trying to talk to her, the voice was dim, but it steadily got stronger and clearer.
‘Don’t... worry, I… not… hurt yo…'
She heard it again, but this time, the voice was clearer. She blinked, staring blankly at Ryohei, realizing the voice came from him.
‘Don’t worry, I will not hurt you… and I’m sorry for your leaf.’ Ryohei's voice finally reached her.
Her tiny head tilted, then nodded as if accepting his apology.
Satisfied, Ryohei slowly opened his hand and placed her on the ground. He retrieved the broken leaf and branch she had been carrying inside his pocket and handed them back.
The leaf was somewhat tied together with a wild grass he found. Ryohei was nervous whether she would accept it or ditch it and cry again, but his worry was too excessive. She eagerly took it, spinning it like an umbrella
Daitengu smirked. “You’re a quick learner, lad. Now, about Okuri Inu’s power—when did you realize you had it?”
“... I’m not sure myself," Ryohei admitted. "During the chase… I felt that I was moving faster than usual. No yokai grew strong that fast right? So, I figured it must’ve come from something else, the only possible reason is through consuming Okuri Inu’s magatama. And it wasn’t because I realized it, during that last attack… It was a totally desperate gamble. I remember you said that Okuri inu moves when he successfully tripped his opponents, so I just tried it.”
Daitengu hummed, “Humm... Yes, that is Night Stalker alright…”
Ryohei froze. “Uh... Excuse me? Night what...?"
"Night Stalker, as it's their nature to stalk their prey. It is one of Okuri inu’s passive abilities, it increases your speed as you’re chasing your prey. Meaning it only works when you’re chasing your opponent, that is the reason why you felt the speed increase during your chase."
Ryohei's face turned glum, “Yes, and my body is hurting all over the place just by performing it once, ugh…” as he checked his body by touching each part and still stinging with pain.
That’s your fault for not knowing how to use the ability properly,” Daitengu said with a smirk. “Come on, lad. You’ve recovered enough. Let’s try it again.”
“Eh? Right now?” Ryohei hesitated
Daitengu walked away and purposely tripped himself on a small rock. In a sudden a familiar burst of energy on her feet. The tingling sensation felt like a swarm of ants crawling all over his feet.
“HOLD IT, LAD! DON’T MOVE!” Daitengu commanded.
Ryohei froze until the feeling subsided a few seconds later. He exhaled in relief.
“How long did it last?” Daitengu asked.
“About six to seven seconds? Said Ryohei as he was confused on what his purpose.
“Okay, remember that well lad. That is the borderline limit of Okuri Inu's power.”
Confused on what Daitengu said, he asked further. “I’m sorry I still couldn’t catch on… what do you mean? Does the duration of my speed boost six to seven seconds?
“Yes and no.” Daitengu clarified. “You need to understand that Okuri Inu’s abilities are absolute. Once you mark your targets and the moment they are tripped, it will increase your speed to reach your target within that duration. Now, let’s try that again—but this time, move as fast as you did when fighting that little lass.”
“Wait! How do I even mark a target? And you expect me to move like that again? In my current condition? I’ll break my body!” Ryohei protested angrily.
“Don’t sweat the small stuff, lad. Just do it. You’ve lost your means to escape the tournament, your only options now are going forward. The remaining participants are the strong ones and those coming from the great yokai clans. You need to get a hang of this power before the next round starts or you will be nothing more than food for them.”
“Marking your target isn’t complicated,” Daitengu continued. “Just think of me as your opponent, and that should do it.”
Daitengu deliberately tripped himself again, and Ryohei felt the familiar sensation return. “Pay attention, lad. The trigger for this ability doesn’t necessarily mean that you need to make your opponent fall down. Just a slight loss of balance is also enough to activate it. Simple attacks like shoving will suffice. Now, come at me.”
Just as Ryohei dashed forward, he was shocked… he feel no change in his speed. He quickly reached Daitengu's back and launched an attack.
*Swoosh
Daitengu evaded effortlessly. “Failed. Now… do you understand what happened?”
“Did the power fail to activate?” said Ryohei confusedly.
“Of course it activated. You felt it in your legs, didn’t you? Use that sharp mind of yours. Think about why your speed didn’t change.”
Ryohei ponders it for quite some time but still hasn’t found the answer. Shun, who has recovered for a bit, appeared from the other side and rejoined them.
“Aah, there you are, Mujina lad. How are you feeling?” Daitengu asked.
“Honestly… not great. I didn’t expect to make it this far, but it’s been a valuable experience,” Shun admitted, feeling guilty about deviating from their plan. However, Ryohei remained deep in thought.
‘Did I mess up the spiritual energy flow? Or was my remaining energy not enough? What does absolute mean in this context? What’s the difference between when I use it now compared to before?’
Another minute passed by, and he started to understand it.
‘When he said absolute, it would make me able to reach my target within…’
Ryohei widened his eyes
‘Was the speed increase unnecessary?’
Daitengu grinned. “Come on, lad. Share your conclusion."
“Is it because my regular speed was already enough to reach you within that duration, and the ability deemed it as unnecessary to further boost my speed… right?” Ryohei asked.
“Correct. Now, what else have you noticed? What's the difference between you using that ability now compared to you using it before?”
“…the distance…” Ryohei’s gaze sharpened as the pieces fell into place.
Daitengu grinned. “Exactly. Back in that domain, you were flung far away. And to cover such a large distance in six or seven seconds, your ability responds to it by giving you more speed, as a result messes up your body because the current you couldn't handle that kind of speed yet.”
“But when you’re using it just now, my distance was very close to you, and Kamaitachi's speed was already more than enough for it. And that's why there's no response even though you've already activated your power.
“So… is this ability useless for nearby targets? Does it only help chase distant opponents?” Ryohei asked, while feeling a slight disappointment in his voice.
“Not quite,” Daitengu said, pushing him to think broader. “This is where timing comes into play.”
Right after you trigger the ability, hold it for a few seconds. By reducing the remaining duration, you control how much of a speed boost you receive. But be cautious—if you stall for too long and leave only a second or less, the speed surge could break your body, just like what you've done. It’s a double-edged sword, and you have to use it wisely.”
“Try it once more, and attack me.” Said Daitengu.
Ryohei tries it out, he cuts the duration by half and activates it at two second mark. When he ran, his speed increased! He launched a punch to his back, but Daintegu turned around and caught him by the neck; he immediately released him.
Ryohei activated his ability, holding it until the two-second mark. This time, his speed surged, as he flew in a flash, he felt his speed increased.
He launched a punch at Daitengu’s back. But before it could connect, Daitengu spun around, grabbing Ryohei by the neck before releasing him.
“This ability dispels once you reach the spots behind your target or once you manage to land a single attack. Meaning you don’t have to run straight to your target, lad. It will make your attack predictable.”
“You can zigzag or circle your opponent, letting the ability build speed until the duration runs out.”
Ryohei was amazed at the possibilities, he never thought of using it like that, but he had one lingering question. “How did you know so much about Okuri Inu?”
“I used to fight one… back when I was still the candidate of the tengu clans leader, My clan was far from being called the strongest, it was still growing and expanding territories, I found a territory which was lead by a yokai and his right hand, both of them fight against me. They are not particularly strong, one is Strong but dumb, and one is Okuri Inu…”
Daitengu paused, then sighed deeply before speaking. “I once fought one. Back when I was still one of the candidates for the Tengu clan leader. My clan was far from being called one of the strongest, it was still growing and expanding territories… Then I found a territory, which was led by a yokai lord and his right hand. That right hand is the Okuri Ini I'm talking about…
He took off his haori and showed his back, a muscular red skinned back that was full of slashes and claw marks. “That is one of my most humiliating fights, I got shoved around by the strong ones, and that slight balance loss was the trigger.”
He removed his haori, revealing his muscular, scarred back, marked by slashes and claw wounds. “That fight was my most humiliating one. Both of them weren't particularly all that strong, one is a musclehead and the other is a coward. But their teamwork was flawless…
The brute shoved me around, triggering Okuri Inu’s ability. And then, that damned dog started flashing across the battlefield with a speed my eyes couldn’t catch up with. Each attack was weak, as it barely left a mark on me. But slowly the number of wounds accumulated to the point of being fatal.”
“At first I didn’t know how he was doing that, and was forced to retreat… but once I researched it, I managed to counter them and kill both of them… after that greed took over me as I wanted that kind of power, I searched far and wide. Killing every single Okuri Inu I found and consumed their magatama, I have consumed more than thousands of it… but alas, I was too strong and my target was too weak… their magatama barely contributed to my power, and I didn’t manage to obtain its abilities.”
Ryohei remained silent as he heard his stories, then he asked, “But don't yokai have natural recovery? Why does it still leave scars?”
“Yokai do have recovery that spends spiritual energy to recover your wounds. Though it will prioritize treating more severe wounds, meaning if you got a hole in your stomach and severe slashes at your back, it will prioritize more severe wounds and halt the recovery on other parts.”
And once your spiritual energy runs out, you'll stop healing and leave such marks. Even after you've recovered your spiritual enemy on the next day, old scars never heal. These marks are my humiliation… but also a reminder. Even the most ridiculous ability can become a lethal fang once mastered.”
Though the lesson was directed at Ryohei, Shun felt its weight— like a direct blow to him, For a yokai who denied his own powers like himself…
Before either could respond, Nurarihyon’s voice echoed:
“The third round will now commence shortly. Next round will be a 1 on 1 fight. Participants who get called may step into the center.”
Ryohei’s expression darkened as he clenched his fists. He had barely recovered and now had to fight again. In this condition?
“Looks like you're at the end of your rope lad…” Said Daitengu, quietly.