A Six-Foot-Tall Cat Is Still a Cat

They say my ancestors were incredible. Back in the Heian-kyo era, they had the seriously cool title of yokai slayers. But by our generation, the Genji clan's glory had faded. We might not be some insignificant little family, but we still can't compare to the top three families. From childhood, Yuan Qianmu was taught that his technique was exceptional, that he was the future head of the family, and that he must revive their past glory and restore the splendor of their ancestors. On and on it went: endless lectures from a bunch of old men, who wanted to keep him under their control while being afraid of him. It was all so boring. Honestly, it wasn't half as interesting as the manga he read. The first time he saw a manga that a younger family member had hidden away, Yuan Qianmu was astonished. He had no idea anything this entertaining existed. Then he saw one of the characters and was astonished all over again. He didn't yet know the phrase,