《Nurarihyon System in Another World》Chapter 32 Frustrated Jasmine
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Ddraig was looking at the Yamabuki flowers which bloomed behind the Nura Clan's mansion. Just like the Sakura Tree that he saw beside the mansion Ddraig had never seen this flowers before, it has a beautiful yellow color that shone brightly against the moon. As a dragon he has a great amount of curiousity, which greatly made him excited when he's around the Nura Clan Member since each one of them are like a treasure chest which is full of surprises.
"Flowers bloom sevenfold and eightfold, but the kerria laments, for not a single fruit does it bear."
While admiring the view Ddraig heard someone from behind. When he turned around he saw Rihan. This young man is the son of the person he accepted as his master. The resemblance between the two is so great , not only in the appearance but also in their actions. The only difference between them is how their brain works, while Nurarihyon is a great schemer who seems to have a great grasp with the situation, his son on the other hand had this happy-go-lucky aura around him.
Ddraig smiled and inquired about the poem: "What does it mean?"
'I don't know, it's just that it came to my mind when I saw the flowers.' Rihan doesn't know why but he felt a bit sorrow while looking at the flower. He didn't notice that Nenekerimaru trembled a bit.
Jasmine was perturbed by the expression that Rihan showed, it doesn't seem like an act, this is the first time he saw this guy like this. 'Is there some story behind that poem?' She just kept it in her heart and decided against asking about it. She felt like she doesn't have the right to ask, she respected his privacy and stayed silent.
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When Ddraig felt a bit of sorrow coming from Rihan, he changed the subject: "Then, how can I help you?"
"Oyaji wants you to bring me to your cave, he said that we'll be needing a bit of money and also said that there will be a great surprise waiting which seems fun."
Ddraig didn't know whether to laugh or cry, the supreme commander didn't even ask his permission, still he decided to bring Rihan with him to his nest. He is after all now a member of the clan so he didn't voice out his disagreement.
"I understand, shall we go now? We will be going to New Moon City soon."
"Yes, let's go."
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"Setsura." Hannya's voice entered Setsura's ear along with the wind, a tinge of red appeared in her face. Hannya only calls her Setsura when no one is around cause she doesn't want everyone to see her awkward side. Hannya also agreed, but he felt that it would also be amusing to call her by her name with everyone around.
"Supreme Commander, can I just stay by your side? I don't want to be away from you. It makes me feel sad." Setsura looked at Hannya with snow tears sparkling in her eyes. Though her real thoughts were 'I feel threatened when I think that there would be a girl who makes a move on you while I'm not around.'
"Setsura, this for the clan's future. We need to increase our strength as soon as possible so we can deal with the hidden dangers."
A glint of killing intent flashed in Setsura's eyes. 'It's the existence of those onmyouji's that caused my separation with Nurarihyon. Remember this! I will definitely kill each one of you!'
Hannya felt a cold air enveloping the room so he patted Setsura's head to calm her down.
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"Always remain calm Setsura, don't make your emotions affect your thoughts. Remember, emotion is important but you need to keep it inside or else your enemies would be able to easily manipulate you."
Setsura nodded and just lean on Hannya's chest. Hearing his heart beat with a happy expression. 'How I wish time would just stop and let us stay like this'
Hannya just let Setsura enjoy her own world since they will be separated for awhile. Letting her calm her nerves would be helpful it would make her settle her emotions easily.
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Ddraig escorted Rihan to his nest.
Rihan's feet stepped onto the scarlet colored soil. A wave of scorching-hot heat immediately transmitted from below his feet; then quickly permeated his entire body and promptly gave him a feeling of standing on open flames.
Ddraig stayed here for at least a century, and his power over fire had long ago turned this place into a world of the fire element.
Rihan's speed is running in the same speed as Ddraig. After a few minutes the two entered the cave.
Since Ddraig's true form had an enormous frame, naturally the cave it resided in was also big.
The temperature inside was much higher than what it was outside. Normal people wouldn't be able to ebdure this heat.
Steam rising in short puffs creating maniature clouds. Sparks that may burst into flame is everywhere.
Despite the heat Rihan doesn't seem to uncomfortable since he has a great affinity with fire.
As Ddraig and Rihan gradually went deeper, the light also became dimmer and dimmer. After continuing onwards for a hundred steps, a haze of red luminescence suddenly emerged from the area ahead.
"Fire Spirit Grass!!" Jasmine voice echoed inside the Sky Poison Pearl's space.
"What is that?" Rihan inquired while observing.
"Fire Spirit Grass is a medical herb used to refine the Fire Spirit Pellet, and after consuming it, one would be able to resist a large degree of fire elements for a certain period of time. It could also temporarily change a person's profound energy, which resided in the Profound Veins, into one of the fire attribute without any harmful side effects of burning or injuring oneself."
Rihan looked at a mature Fire Spirit Grass that was around seven inches tall with extremely nine leaves, glowing in the darkness.
"This grass are extremely rare and only grew in areas with concentrated fire elements. At the same time, the Fire Spirit Grass's growth speed was extremely slow and usually took more than ten years to reach maturity, and as a result, caused the value of mature Fire Spirit Grass to be remarkably high." Jasmine added with excitement in her tone.
"I see, so the bottom line is that this is a good stuff that would bring lots of money if sold." Rihan nodded his head in satisfaction.
Jasmine's blood boiled when she heard what Rihan said, she felt like all she said just went in to his ear but didn't enter his head.
"You idiot!!! You don't understand anything at all!!!!" Jasmine can only shout to express her anger, Rihan just ignored her and went to pick up the grasses.
Ddraig on the other side can only watch while his heart was being crushed in every grass taken.
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