-608- The true reincarnation of Yakou

At the same time, on the rooftop of a building not far from the Onmyou Agency, a young man appeared.

The youth stood on the edge of the rooftop, gazing at the tumultuous Onmyou Agency below, with a hint of repression and melancholy in his eyes.

"In the end, I couldn't stop it smoothly..."

The young man murmured, and the suppressed and melancholic look in his eyes deepened.

In the sky, the moon just emerged from the dark clouds, casting moonlight onto the youth, gradually revealing his features.

Upon closer inspection, the young man had a youthful face, a mischievous appearance, and a tall stature, with a wheat-colored hair, resembling a delinquent youth. However, his expression gave off a sense of sincerity and honesty, even a bit of clumsiness.

If Rozen were here, he would surely recognize the youth, right?

He was none other than Tsuchimikado Harutora, the only son of the Tsuchimikado branch family, and the older brother of Natsume, who was taken in by Tsuchimikado Takahiro and Tsuchimikado Chizuru.

Since the incident with Suzuka back in their rural home, it had been over half a year since Rozen and Harutora parted ways in a hurry.

After six months, the youth, once teased by Rozen as 'Stupid Tiger (Bakatora),' was now in Tokyo. The initial awkwardness and honesty were gone from his eyes, replaced by a deep sense of mystery and restrained sorrow.

And this youth, who was deemed incapable of becoming an Onmyoji from birth, lacking the ability to see spirits, unable to inherit even the branch family, destined to spend his life in the mundane world, was now emitting slight fluctuations of jutsuryoku throughout his body.

Proof of recent extensive use of jujutsu.

This youth, who never had the ability to see spirits and would never be an Onmyoji, was now exuding an ancient aura that matched the legendary Onmyoji, erasing all traces of his former honesty and leaving only an incredible sense of mystery.

In this state, Harutora continued to gaze in the direction of the Onmyou Agency, as if reminiscing or recalling painful memories, his eyes displaying determination and a cold demeanor.

Undoubtedly, this was behavior that would never have appeared in the past Harutora.

But now, these behaviors were natural on him, adding a touch of authenticity to his depth and mystery.

Until a moment, Harutora seemed to sense something, lifted his head, looked towards the horizon, and finally, a smile appeared on his face.

It wasn't the carefree grin that often appeared on the old Harutora; it was a smile with a hint of charm.

"So, it's finally here?"

Harutora said, a mix of nostalgia and joy in his tone.

Immediately after, on the horizon Harutora was gazing at, a dark figure quietly appeared.

"Woosh!"

Accompanied by the flapping of wings, the dark figure swiftly crossed the sky and arrived above Harutora.

The dazzling fire powder sprinkled on him.

Black feathers drifted down on him.

The three-legged crow came whistling like this.

"Raven's Wing!"

Harutora reached out to the three-legged crow, smiling and calling out.

Faint spiritual energy was already emanating from him.

And Raven's Wing responded to this spiritual energy, as if finally confirming something, descended from the sky and flew towards Harutora, flapping its wings, turning into a gust of black wind and landing on him.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by the explosion of the black wind, the drifting black feathers and the sprinkling golden fire powder, Raven's Wing completely possessed Harutora.

The next second, Harutora did not transform into a berserk crow monster, but instead released a large amount of spiritual energy, causing the black feathers to hover around him, turning into a black coat.

That's right.

Raven's Wing had returned to its shikigami form.

What did this mean?

It meant that Raven's Wing acknowledged Harutora, acknowledging Harutora's qualification as the master.

This was not like the forceful control by Rozen; it was a very active acknowledgment.

And for the master recognized by Raven's Wing, throughout history and the world, only one person existed.

That person was...

"It's been a real pain to find you."

When such a rough yet steady familiar voice came from behind, Harutora's smile under the black coat became even more melancholic. He then turned his head and looked behind himself.

There, a pair of individuals had appeared at some point.

A girl in the Onmyou Academy female uniform, with a petite figure.

A man with a tall stature, missing an arm.

The one speaking was the latter.

The one-armed Ogre-King looked at Harutora wearing the black coat, a somewhat relieved smile on his face, causing him to close his eyes.

As for the expressionless girl, she stared closely at Harutora, as if confirming something. After a moment, her voice rang out as devoid of ups and downs as before.

"To think you'd end up in this stupid look, no wonder we couldn't find you."

The girl spoke these words, devoid of any emotional fluctuations in her voice or her expression.

Looking at this girl, who could have imagined that in order to find the young man in front of her, she not only traded with Ashiya Douman to obtain the method of longevity but also became his shikigami, living under his command for a while.

She even waited patiently for half a century to find him, to awaken him, and even plotted against Rozen for a while, and left Tokyo where she had always stayed, going to a foreign land?

The young man didn't know what the girl had gone through, but seeing her appear here after half a century, even through speculation, he could guess the extent of the girl's efforts.

"Hishamaru..."

Harutora gazed at Saotome Suzu, the gentleness rarely seen in past lives or this one reflected in his eyes.

In response, Suzu Saotome showed no gratitude at all. Instead, she spoke directly.

"Don't look at me like that, it's not like you're a loli, it doesn't make me happy at all."

One sentence made all the strength in Harutora's body seem to disappear in an instant, leaving him helpless.

"You haven't changed at all."

Harutora smiled wryly.

Clearly, regarding Saotome Suzu's behavior, Harutora had already become accustomed to it.

The reunion of the boy and the girl after half a century appeared so plain in a world that had changed so much.

However, this plainness revealed a deep-rooted bond and an unspoken trust between the two.

This further confirmed the boy's identity.

"And then? Have you fully awakened now?"

Kakugyouki looked at Harutora and spoke.

"Should I call you Harutora now? Or should I call you Yakou?"

That's right.

Yakou.

Harutora was the true reincarnation of Yakou.

Although he himself had just realized this, and just half a day ago he was completely unrelated to jujutsu, inexplicably taken away by his family, leaving his hometown, a normal young boy in the midst of evacuation, but now, Harutora was no longer the clueless idiot who knew nothing and had nothing to worry about.

The present Harutora was undoubtedly the legendary onmyoji—Tsuchimikado Yakou.