Tenjoin Yuto was just an ordinary high school student until that demonic sword came looking for him.
The Kongo Sanka, a cursed blade said to open the gates to the underworld. From then on, his fate changed forever: he turned into a demon for one hour every night, lost control whenever the moon was full, and all sorts of yokai began gathering around him.
The young heir of the Nura Clan said, “You’re lonelier than I am. Why not join us?”
The Onmyoji of the Hakuin Clan said, “I should have killed you, but I can’t bring myself to do it.”
The snow woman Ruri said, “Your blood is warm, and so is your heart.”
But the one who touched his heart most was his classmate, who knew nothing about any of it. She would leave a carton of milk on his desk, smile and say “Let’s walk home together” after school, and ask “Does it hurt?” with tears in her eyes when he was injured.
The only person she liked was the ordinary Tenjoin Yuto.
When the battle for Kyoto began, Abe no Seimei revived, and the Hyakki Yagyo fought to the bitter end against the united Onmyoji forces. Holding his gravely wounded companion, Yuto made a reckless decision:
He would use the Kongo Sanka to open the gates to the underworld.
He would fight his way back from the underworld.
Because someone was waiting for him.
Because the yokai needed him.
Because that girl was still waiting for him to come back and take his turn cleaning the classroom with her.
When the Kongo Sanka wails, the day of his return is at hand.
It's so cold. No comments.
You kid who talks about self-discipline, this is true self-discipline.