Goda Shintaro had, of course, also seen a portrait of Wu Liangchen.
In fact, the way he dressed was largely a result of his admiration for Wu Liangchen.
He was so enamored with the heroic air of the young man in the portrait that he had gone to great pains to apply rouge and powder, all just to emulate that aura.
Unfortunately, his own features were simply too lacking. The more he fiddled with his appearance, the uglier he became, a farcical imitation that only made him look worse.
Now, seeing the very person he dreamed of becoming suddenly appear before his eyes, Goda Shintaro was filled with a chilling tremor.
He knew that for this god of slaughter to suddenly appear in Kyoto, something big was about to happen.
Especially since the direction he was headed was clearly toward the Imperial Palace.
He instantly lost all interest in pursuing his cousin. He just turned and ran.
