It was actually quite normal for cat Kirara to get lost.
After all, ever since the old man became the Shura Anyakonsen-shou, he had hardly ever taken cat Kirara out.
She basically went out wandering on her own most of the time.
This time, managing to go smoothly from the Kamisato residence all the way to Inazuma City was thanks to Kirara remembering the routes from her usual outings.
Oh, or perhaps she memorized the route while flying overhead.
And now that she was lost, where would the cat go?
"Hm? Kirara?"
That's right—this was the utterly reassuring big sister Yoimiya, who only played in high-end matches, made friends with gods, and served as the perfect medicine for the Shura Anyakonsen-shou!
Currently, seventy percent of Inazuma's future actually rested on big sister Yoimiya.
At this moment, big sister Yoimiya looked at those familiar tails and recalled what the old man had said earlier about not bringing Kirara along.
He was worried that Kirara's two tails would cause the undercover private visit to fail.
Back then, she had felt quite regretful about not getting to see Kirara.
She hadn't expected to run into her now.
"Your Majesty~"
Kirara eagerly ran to big sister Yoimiya's side and also signaled for Yoimiya to open the box.
"Is this for me? Oh oh... you mean I'll understand once I see what's inside, right?"
Big sister Yoimiya first opened the box and saw the manuscripts inside.
The Tale of Narukami
Crescent Moon Chronicles: Heisen Blood Cherry
Chapter of the Tiger's Bite: Chiyo's Crimson Cherry Blossom Frenzy)
Liyue's Glorious NationThe Oath of the Silver White Rose
"Oh oh, aren't these the novel stories written by the old man and the others... Kirara, are you planning to deliver them to Yae Publishing House?"
Big sister Yoimiya naturally understood cat Kirara's intention right away.
"Your Majesty~"
Kirara looked very happy.
"Looks like you're lost? Then follow me."
After understanding, Yoimiya didn't waste words.
She directly led Kirara toward the direction of Yae Publishing House.
And right after Yoimiya took cat Kirara away, the two young men appeared hurriedly from behind.
"Huh? Where did the cat go? Kazuha bro, your nose is sharp—sniff around?"
Little Itto looked a bit confused.
But little Kazuha beside him shook his head first.
"She suddenly sped up. It seems she doesn't want us following. Since that's the case, continuing to track her would be a bit excessive."
Little Itto scratched his head and didn't throw a tantrum.
"Alright then... My parents said you're the smart one, so I'll listen to you. By the way, what are we supposed to do first after entering the city?"
"First, let's go check the announcements at the Kanjou Commission's entrance. I heard there's recently been a policy in Inazuma City about convenient employment for oni clans... If there is one, the Kanjou Commission will definitely have the relevant regulations..."
Facts proved that change had already appeared. Although certain things would still happen in the future, now, some things had already been altered.
In the original plot, Arataki Itto's childhood village suffered a vicious robbery and assault incident, and the Arataki family was unreasonably suspected due to their oni identity.
Young Itto would never forget the wary and disgusted looks people gave to the oni identity he once took such pride in.
Nor the sight of being forced to leave home with his parents because of their oni blood, and how his parents died one after another during the journey into exile.
Although he was later healed by an old lady, his carefree, heartless, thick-skinned personality might have been an instinctive form of protection after being hurt?
But now, that worry no longer existed.
Back then, the old man had cut down quite a few wandering samurai.
"By the way, Kazuha bro, if my parents find work in Inazuma City, does that mean I'll have to live in Inazuma City? Wanna keep sticking with us?"
At this moment, Itto seemed somewhat carefree.
"No, I prefer the natural world outside."
"Huh? Then won't us bros see each other pretty rarely from now on?"
Mm, alright, maybe not entirely carefree—at least not right now.