Facing the family that had come to welcome him, the three people returning from work in the carriage each found the person they were looking for.
The head of the Kamisato Clan embraced his wife. The Kamisato Madam gently wrapped her arms around this clan head who had recently become rather shameless…
Meanwhile, the middle-aged uncle dropped to one knee. The heavy armor looked cumbersome, but its flexibility was actually quite good.
"Ayaka, this time the middle-aged uncle really worked himself to the bone…"
It could only be said that the middle-aged uncle and little Ayaka truly were great friends. Most other children would probably feel intimidated just looking at the middle-aged uncle in that heavy armor, but little Ayaka had no such reservations.
"Mhm mhm~ Old uncle, you worked so hard…"
Little Ayaka mimicked her mother's gesture and hugged the middle-aged uncle. Although the armor was too thick and massive for her to properly wrap her arms around him—and the middle-aged uncle couldn't even really feel the embrace—this alone was enough to fill his heart with complete satisfaction.
Pure, adorable children are angels!!!
This is exactly the reason I came to save Inazuma!!!
Those high-ranking scoundrels really do all need to be sent straight into the leylines to keep them from polluting the innocence of children…
Meanwhile, the little cat Kirara leaped straight toward little Eula, only to be caught mid-air by her.
"Mew mew mew?"
Kirara let out a puzzled little fox-like sound.
Then little Eula carried her over to the pond behind them, washed her paws, dried them off, and only then allowed Kirara to step onto her clothes.
So in the end, who was the one left out and isolated?
Oh, it was the future clan head, little Ayato.
At this moment, little Ayato watched the middle-aged uncle cozying up to his little sister and ultimately chose to endure it for now.
This trip had involved meeting Her Excellency the Raiden Shogun in person and handling high-level affairs—the middle-aged uncle was exhausted.
But after hugging little Ayaka, the middle-aged uncle didn't forget little Ayato either. With a big wave of his hand, he pulled little Ayato right into the group hug as well.
"Hey hey, little Ayato is a good kid who can't be left out either!"
The armor the middle-aged uncle was wearing today sure was heavy.
Little Ayato, now wrapped in the middle-aged uncle's arm, couldn't help but complain inwardly.
However, today little Ayato's usual foxy smile actually looked much more lively and genuine.
After this brief moment of warmth upon returning from work, the head of the Kamisato Clan invited Lord Shura Anyakonsen-shou to rest for a while in the living room.
Then little Eula helped the middle-aged uncle remove his armor, carefully taking off each piece of Lord Shura Anyakonsen-shou's battle armor in the proper order and placing them on the special wooden rack prepared for that purpose.
The middle-aged uncle instantly felt his body lighten up, as though his entire being had started floating…
For a moment, he collapsed onto the Kamisato Estate's tatami mats, unwilling to move.
But the middle-aged uncle still struggled to get back up.
After taking off that battle armor, the smell of sweat on him was far too strong. It wouldn't do to let it bother the children later.
There was no helping it—lately the weather had been hot. Even though the head of the Kamisato Clan had prepared a cooling item for the middle-aged uncle in advance, it still wasn't enough.
Moreover, this battle armor that symbolized Lord Shura Anyakonsen-shou of the Dark Night was ridiculously heavy. Standing around in it on a scorching day…
If it weren't for the middle-aged uncle's excellent physical condition and his Anemo Vision helping to dissipate heat quickly, an ordinary Vision bearer might have ended up with heatstroke.
And when you factored in the weight… honestly, just wearing it was draining stamina.
It could only be said that the middle-aged uncle being able to wear this full set of armor at all already lived up to the fearsome reputation of Lord Shura Anyakonsen-shou.
Right now, Cid the middle-aged uncle could only find a small corner by the pond to hide in, waiting until his body felt better before going to take a proper bath and get rid of the smell…