Raidou offers freshly made daigaku-imo to his potential future great grandson imposing acquaintance. His bright eyes are attentive and curious. There may be a hint of a smile upon his lips.
Night comes, lanterns are lit. Some even by electricity, Yakumo without a word, takes the snack without much hesitation. The life of a independent demon hunter does not pay well when the demon world is a bit different then what he is used to.
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