Seventh Reincarnation
Ghost Army

Next day.

Dawns.

In the priestess's room, Miroku, who was sleeping on the bed, slowly opened his eyes.

"There's no dream?" He murmured in a daze as he rubbed his eyes.

It took a while for him to fully realize.

"I really don't dream... Could what Ars-sama said be true?" Miroku said uncertain.

There is only one priestess in the Devil Country (Oni no Kuni) in each generation.

Priestesses can use Fuinjutsu (Sealing Techniques), and what makes them special is a Dojutsu (Eye Technique), called [Future Telling].

As the female priestess of the Demon Country in this generation, Miroku could of course use it. Unfortunately, the [Future Telling] form of Dojutsu was more of an unintentional ability. That allows Shion to predict when someone will die.

The true effect was to let his soul go back in time to the moment he died. As he did this, he told himself in the past about the event and the people around him when this happened.

Precisely because of that, Miroku did not dream of his death, which made him doubtful.

He shook his head and said softly: "There is no point thinking too much. I just have to see what's gonna happen later."

After saying that, he tidied up the mattress, then went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. He refused help to the chef who wanted to help him.

"Hopefully Ars-sama loves my cooking."

...

Ars awakens by his biological clock, with messy hair, he covers his evaporating mouth.

"Hoam~... It seems to be morning. Haaa... I wonder why people still use this type of mattress, it's so uncomfortable to wear."

Raising his hands up, straightening his waist, he complained how rough the mattress was.

Out of the room, he washes his face with water in the basin. Cold water in the morning makes him no longer sleepy.

"Ars-sama, breakfast is ready."

A temple girl came to tell him.

"Mhm. Lead the way." Ars nodded.

Both of them walked through the large temple area.

Arriving in the dining room, Ars finds Miroku sitting in front of the dining table.

"Congratulations, Ars-sama. Is your sleep good."

"Morning. Not bad."

Sitting across from Miroku, Ars is not telling the truth.

At the dinner table there are several foods such as vegetable soup, grilled fish, rice, and egg rolls.

Ars takes a bowl of rice that Miroku gave him. Then he began to eat without caring about eating etiquette.

"How does it feel?" Asked Miroku nervously, this was his first time cooking food for men.

"Nyam Nyam... Pretty good."

Ars was accustomed to the food of modern civilization, which would spice up. He was a bit unaccustomed to eating such a simple meal. However, it was impolite to refuse the host's banquet.

"Happy Ars-sama likes it. There's still a lot, please add less."

"okay."

The two ate without much conversation.

...

Ars spends all his food on the table, he doesn't like wasting food.

"When is Ars-sama planning to leave?" Ask Miroku.

"Now."

"Huh, now?"

Miroku was stunned to hear that answer.

"Keep waiting for what else? Isn't the Ghost Army only 10 kilometers away from the Demon Country? If left unchecked, this country will fall into war. Besides, I can't use large-scale attacks in densely populated areas. The best time to attack is now." Ars answered casually.

Even for him it would be difficult to overcome 10,000 troops if he was restricted. For example, he had to protect people, and his attacks were not to accidentally kill others

"So so... Ars-sama's decision is wise." Miroku was amazed at him who looked far ahead.

"Well, then I'll go."

Miroku holds the tip of Ars's shirt and holds it.

"Is there anything you want to say?"

"If Ars-sama doesn't mind, let me come with you. As a priestess, I want to confirm the result with my own eyes."

"certain."

"....???"

Miroku did not expect his request to be accepted so easily. According to him, the other party would try to stop him, after all what he did was quite dangerous

Isn't protecting clients the basic work of the Shinobi?

Who will pay them if the client dies?

"Let's go."

"[Fly]."

Not knowing what Miroku is thinking, Ars uses flying magic on himself and the girl next to him.

"Yahoo!!!"

Miroku yelled as he floated in midair, and subconsciously hugged Ars as a grip.

"Myroku-sama!"

Some of the nearby temple guards heard Miroku's screams, they immediately came to the location. When they saw the two flying, their eyes opened wide.

"Down Miroku-sama!"

After recovering from a daze, they aimed the spear at Ars.

"Hurry to lower your weapons, this is a misunderstanding, Ars-sama has no evil intentions."

The guard porters obey Miroku's orders, even though the weapons in their hands have been taken down, they remain vigilant.

Ars gave him time to explain to the temple guards.

Of course they refuse to let the priestess go with a new person one day, but Miroku ignores them.

"Sorry to keep Ars-sama waiting." He said with an apple-red face. After all, he was on Ars' back, which made him very embarrassed.

"No problem. We've been delayed long enough, time to go."

This time, Ars left without meeting any obstacles.

While at 300 meters in the air, Miroku tightened his hands around Ars' neck and dared not open his eyes.

"Open your eyes, maybe this will be your first and last flying experience. Don't miss this beautiful sight."

Ars' voice echoed in Miroku's ears.

Miroku gradually dared to open his eyes. What greeted him was a beautiful sunrise.

"Very beautiful..."

This was not the first time he had witnessed the sunrise, but seeing from the land, and from the air had a different sensation.

"Not bad." Ars commented.

After living over a millennium, she had long since numb to the beauty of the rising sun.

"Can all Konoha Shinobi fly?" Asked Miroku curiously.

"Of course not. In fact, Ninjutsu for flying is much rarer than Bijuu. As far as I know, I haven't met anyone who can fly but me.'

Ars excludes users of the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan, which could replace Susano'o's perfect form.

"Don't that mean Ars-sama is very strong?"

"You just realized it? I said it yesterday. Just look at how I exterminated the Ghost Army." Ars said indifferently.

"Um, I'm looking forward to it."

After that, the two stopped talking. Ars occasionally asks directions to Miroku.

After 15 minutes of flying, the two saw a row of stone statues that were walking in long lines.

"This reminds me of Emperor Qin's Terracotta Army." Ars muttered calmly.

Even after seeing over 10,000 troops, his mood did not change.

"Very scary... If they get to the Demon Country, no one will survive."

This sight was too shocking for Miroku.