It wasn't the fact that he actually needed to have his name, he just liked to see what type of person someone was based on their name.
And right now, he was gonna offer his own.
" My name is Sabbath Saemonsaburō, by the way. "
Sabbath heard the familiar voice from where he had been cleaning inside the shrine alongside several Kowai that were eating refuse.
Interesting that he had come back.
But for what purpose?
Exiting the interior of the shrine, he walked towards the white haired male.
" Well,—
—I didn't think I was gonna see you again, stranger.
What brings you back this time? "
He dusted off his apron as he spoke, eventually getting tired of it and just waving his hand to make it disappear.
" We didn't even do introductions, so I still don't know your name. "
—
—was a bad habit that he had developed, but it was better than actual cigarettes.
As he stared down at the lights of downtown Kyoto, he couldn't help but think about the white haired male.
Who was he?
And possibly more important. . .
Was he worth getting to know?
Sabbath watched Gojo for a moment, his vulpine features disappeared gradually before he finally nodded.
The Ayakashi allowed Gojo passage to leave at the summoner's behest.
" Be safe, stranger. "
Turning his back, the Ayakashi dissipated into mist as he disappeared in a—
—flash of foxfire.
He had no ideas of the things that Gojo had done, even as he reappeared on the roof of his apartment building in downtown Kyoto.
He pulled out a pack of white tea cigarettes and placed one between his lips, lighting it with a spark of foxfire.
It—
He reacted a bit surprised at first, taking a step back before he finally composed himself.
Summoning his Amabie, a tiny, beaked mermaid Yokai, he ordered it to heal Gojo's hand.
" You saved my life. . .
Thank you. "
Once Amabie and the two faceless Yokai vanished, he—
—around Sabbath, manifesting on his body into features previously unseen.
Two vulpine ears appeared on his head, along with nine tails that were just as striking.
It was quite clear that this was a display of his own power due to his anger.
" . . .is very—
" I know that this place could come down at any moment. . .
But I just won't abandon my father's shrine like that. "
The raven haired male turned his attention back to the shrine, his eyes filled with sadness and longing to see the structure back in its full glory.
—
But since the decline of his worship, it's fallen into disrepair and abandonment.
I can't let my father's temple crumble."
Then his attention went back to the white haired male. This stranger had somehow stumbled across this temple seemingly.
Or was he looking for something?—
—and finished his prayer, dumping a pouch of ten-thousand yen into it as his offering.
" You're different.
My Yokai wasn't able to touch you. "
His violet eyes didn't leave the taller man, and his body language remained slightly tensed in case of any altercation followed.
Within a flash of a moment, an Ittan Momen, known as a ten meter long sheet Yokai, darted out and tried to construct the white haired man's movements.
But something was off.
The Ittan Momen only seemed able to wrap around the air that encased the man's body.
Curious.
—
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
❛Staring at people isn’t nice you know ?❜
⠀⠀⠀He turned his head towards
the two eyes that were glaring at him .
Within a second , he had teleported in front of the creature , a smirk on his face .
❛ Boo—! ❜
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A twitch of the summoner's finger and the Yokai dissipated into mist.
" Neither is coming to a shrine without tribute.
My father doesn't look down lightly of freeloaders. "
Unperturbed by the man's presence, he turned back to kneel in front of the saisen-bako—