sbdcsierra Chapter 212 Stars Fall Like Rain
Chapter 212 Stars Fall Like Rain
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noon.
Kyoto, the land of cherry blossoms.
Onmyo-ryo Headquarters.
Abe Shōkichi stood by the window, looking at the gray sky outside.
Lately, he's been habitually standing here in a daze, thinking about all sorts of random things.
Public sentiment is becoming increasingly unstable.
There are suicides every day.
There are riots every day.
Every day, out-of-control shikigami wreak havoc in various places.
Although the situation was barely maintained thanks to the "contributions" of overseas Chinese, Abe Shōkichi knew in his heart that this was only temporary.
Those ghosts and gods controlled by blood sacrifice rituals all carry the hatred of the sacrifices in their minds.
This hatred deepened with each blood sacrifice.
One day, it will backfire.
By then...
Abe Shōkichi dared not think any further.
He took a deep breath, suppressed his agitation, and looked up at the window.
The sky is strange today.
Well...
It's that kind of strange, indescribable feeling.
The clouds were low and thick, a hazy gray that made one feel depressed.
For some reason, Abe Shōkichi felt a vague unease.
I couldn't explain why I felt uneasy.
Just like...
It's like something bad is about to happen.
Abe Shōkichi took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.
Perhaps it's because of the recent stress and restlessness.
Thinking this, he turned around and prepared to leave the window.
But just then...
"My lord! Look outside!"
Suddenly, a cry of alarm rang out from his men. The voice was sharp and piercing, filled with suppressed terror.
Abe Shōkichi suddenly turned around.
Then, he froze.
Outside the window, the sky had completely changed.
The hazy clouds seemed to be stirred up by an invisible hand, instantly becoming fragmented and scattered like torn cotton wool.
Immediately afterwards, streaks of colorful light appeared.
Those points of light—red, gold, white, blue, purple…
They were so numerous and densely packed that they were impossible to count.
They emerged from the broken clouds, growing larger and brighter, before beginning to fall towards the earth.
Those were shooting stars.
Shooting stars of different colors.
Each meteor emanated a powerful energy fluctuation that made it difficult for Abe Shōkichi to breathe.
Those fluctuations, intertwined one after another, formed an overwhelming pressure that poured down from the sky.
Abe Shokichi felt his legs go weak and he could barely stand.
He watched the shooting stars fall from the sky, watched the colorful lights, and his pupils shrank to pinpoints.
This……
What's going on?
Could it be the Great Xia Dynasty?
Is it that mysterious being from the Great Xia Dynasty who is dissatisfied with the effect of the previous sword strike?
So, divine punishment descended again, preparing to completely destroy the Cherry Blossom Country?
The moment this thought crossed his mind, Abe Shōkichi froze.
A feeling of despair surged into my heart like a tide.
It’s over.
It's all over.
If that being truly intends to completely destroy the Cherry Blossom Country, what will they use to resist?
At this moment, Abe Shōkichi's face turned ashen.
He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but couldn't utter a single word.
But at that moment, he suddenly sensed a familiar presence.
The scent was very faint.
So faint it's almost imperceptible.
But amidst the immense pressure from those meteors, this familiar aura stood out like a firefly in the night.
Abe Shōkichi was taken aback.
familiar?
Why does it feel familiar?
That is……
Before he could figure out where this sense of familiarity came from, the shooting stars had already begun to fall.
Some landed in the mountains.
Some landed in the city.
Some fell into the sea.
Abe Shōkichi witnessed a golden meteor fall just a few kilometers from the Yin-Yang Bureau.
That was Kyoto's old town, an old street lined with old-fashioned wooden houses, housing dozens of families.
Logically speaking, such a large meteor would not only flatten old houses, but also level everything within a radius of several hundred meters, creating craters tens of meters deep.
But oddly enough...
There was no movement.
There was no explosion.
There was no shockwave.
There was no fire.
There was nothing there.
Where the golden meteor fell, all was calm.
Just like what fell down, it wasn't a shooting star, but a feather.
Abe Shōkichi was stunned.
He blinked and looked at it carefully again.
There was indeed no movement.
That old town area is still that old town area.
Those old wooden houses, still those old wooden houses.
It was as if nothing had happened.
This situation completely baffled Abe Shōkichi.
This……
Will this be the same situation as last time?
It caused no damage to the Sakura Kingdom, yet it deprived the Sakura Kingdom of something?
He remembered the golden greatsword.
After the sword struck, it neither killed anyone nor destroyed any houses.
But it changed all the people of Japan.
Now, if these shooting stars are like that too...
An indescribable fear welled up in Abe Shōkichi's heart.
But he didn't have time to think about it.
Because at that very moment...
boom!
Wherever a meteor lands, it bursts into a dazzling light!
Various colors intertwined, dyeing the entire sky with vibrant hues.
Within those rays of light, the outlines of something could be vaguely seen.
There is a huge torii gate.
There is an ancient shrine.
It has mysterious totems.
and also……
Some figures that were faintly visible.
Those figures were tall and majestic, surrounded by dazzling light.
They stood in the light, looking down at the earth below.
Powerful auras emanated from the places where the light burst forth.
That aura was ancient and primal!
For a moment, Abe Shōkichi froze on the spot, completely dumbfounded.
He sensed those auras, and his mind exploded.
That is……
Shikigami?
Do not!
It's far more powerful than a shikigami!
They're so powerful they're not even in the same league!
That is……
Gods?
Is it...
Are the eight million gods of Takamagahara returning?!
The moment this thought crossed his mind, Abe Shōkichi trembled.
He stared at the lights outside the window, at the soaring aura, at the figures that appeared and disappeared.
Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.
"I'm back..."
He murmured, his voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible.
"Finally back..."
"The gods... are finally returning!"
Abe Shōkichi knelt down with a thud.
He knelt by the window, bowing deeply towards the direction of the light.
a bit.
Two times.
Three times.
His forehead hit the floor with a loud thud.
But he couldn't feel any pain.
His heart was filled with excitement and ecstasy.
"Amaterasu!"
"Tsukuyomi no Mikoto!"
"Susanoo!"
"Eight million gods!"
"You're finally coming back!"
Abe Shōkichi knelt on the ground, his voice trembling with sobs.
He has been suffering terribly these days.
The whole of Japan is so bitter.
He was slashed so badly by that sword that he was completely mutilated.
Isolated by the whole world.
Abandoned by former allies.
Despair among the people, economic collapse, and shikigami running rampant...
Every day felt like torture.
Every day, I struggle in despair.
but now……
The gods are returning!
They finally have someone to back them up!
Abe Shōkichi knelt on the ground and remained kneeling for a long time.
At this moment, the entire city of Kyoto, the entire land of cherry blossoms, was engulfed in madness.
The places where those "meteors" fell were surrounded by people.
Some people knelt down and kowtowed.
Some people broke down in tears.
Someone burst into laughter.
Some people were desperately kowtowing.
"A miracle! This is a miracle!"
"Amaterasu has appeared!"
"The gods have returned! Our Sakura Kingdom is saved!"
Cheers, cries, and prayers mingled together, resounding through the sky.
And amidst those lights, those figures, appearing and disappearing, still stood there.
They looked down at the worshipping crowd below, at those fanatical faces.
Nobody noticed...
The eyes of these figures held anger, despair, and a complex emotion that was hard to describe.
Those gazes, and the frenzied crowd of worshippers, formed a stark contrast.
On one hand, there was ecstasy.
On one side is...
sorrow.
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