“My my, Aurelia-chan. Don’t you look dashing~.”
While she would love to entertain Yasaka, the silverette had more pressing matters to report.
“Lady Yasaka. Apologies for my rudeness, but there are important matters I must discuss for you, matters that could affect the entire Shinto Pantheon.”
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The Kaioken was a technique that could be considered to be Igor’s backbone. For years, he had studied and used this technique until it he could use it as easily as breathing. His dependence on the technique gradually resulted in his body evolving towards it.
The Kaioken which he needed some time and focus to use became a technique that could be executed in seconds. And as time went on, it became a technique he’d execute even unconsciously, especially in times of emotional turmoil.
Be he excited or angry, he would find himself subconsciously using it, because the Kaioken was a part of him. However, there was a difference now. Ever since he achieved his demi-god state, his demi-ki had become denser.
So now, whenever he drew upon the ability of the Kaioken, his divine strand excreted a richer version of demi-ki…
“Where. Is. He.”
…and that demi-ki, was dense enough to make his eyes turn red. Whether Igor himself knew it, no one would know. But what was known is, he was feeling very murderous. As his bubbling rage forced his Kaioken multipliers to cycle into the double digits, it was a testament to his ki control that no aura cloak covered him yet.
But, it didn’t mean the pressure was gone.
“Dimori-kun…please stop.”
Shuri was feeling the pressure from the subtle power the blonde was exerting. With her enhanced senses, she was able to pick up the building pressure and it made her feel extremely lightheaded. Any longer, and she’d faint.
Hearing Shuri pleading for him to stop, her voice was enough for Igor’s head to clear and for the blonde to realise what he was doing. Immediately calming his tampant emotions, the blonde stepped forward to help Shuri stand straight, his anger replaced by concern.
“Sorry, aunty. I didn’t mean to do that.”
“It’s alri-”
Shuri wanted to wave off his apology when she suddenly felt a rejuvenating energy flow into her. With widened eyes, she looked at Igor who had placed his hands on both her shoulder and stomach. Through them, she could see a red energy gradually enter through her body.
“Dimori-kun. What is this?”
“Some of my ki to help with the headache. “
Continuing to channel it into her a little longer, he finally removed his hands after a minute with a serious expression on his face.
“Aunty. I promised I would hear the rest of the story, and I will. I’ve already heard your side. Now I would like to hear the other. So, please tell me where I can find Baraquiel.”
“...”
Shuri hesitated. Igor was considered a part of this family for a long time, so he most certainly had the right to know everything, especially after everything he did for them.
But, she feared the exact consequences of what would happen if she told him where her former husband was. Igor…was not one known for his great self-control. She didn’t know what he would do if he met Baraquiel.
“Not today, Dimori-kun. Let’s go see him tomorrow. I will tell you then.”
She was hoping that by then, he would’ve calmed down enough. But Igor wasn’t having that, especially since he caught on to her ruse. As stupid as the blonde claimed to be, he could be mightily aware of certain things when he chose to actually pay attention.
“...”
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Despite that, he ignored Shuri’s ruse. He didn’t need her to tell him. He had already figured where Baraquiel would most likely be based on what she told him. There were only two places Baraquiel could be and he would find him in one of them.
However, there was something else he desperately wanted to know, something that could extinguish or nurture the little hope in his heart, the little hope that this family he came to cherish might be complete one day.
Looking up at the ceiling, he took a deep breath before lowering his gaze to meet Shuri’s.
“Aunty. If you were to be given some time to recover, maybe a few years, do you see yourself possibly getting back together with the old man.”
“...”
Shuri couldn’t answer him immediately. In a few months? Definitely not. In a few years? …definitely not. While her feelings were indeed a bit haywire for the first few days, the past few days allowed her to confirm that the feelings she had for Baraquiel had all but faded.
She still cared for him. He was her first love and the father of her child. But she couldn’t see herself with him again at any point in time. The heartbreak and disappointment she felt was just too strong to try and mend the broken bond they had.
Sensing her unending silence, it was a confirmation of what Igor feared the most. He knew how powerful Shuri’s love was. The bond those two shared was something he had only seen in his own parents.
For Baraquiel to shatter something so precious, he couldn’t even imagine how hurt Shuri must’ve been for a bond that strong to break.
“I see. I apologise for reopening old wounds, aunty.”
Shuri looked up and was about to reassure him when his next words made her feel like she swallowed a stone.
“You don’t need to tell me where he is, aunty. From what I know, he can only be on Earth or in the Underworld.”
“?!”
With her fear spiking through the roof, she panicked.
“Wait, Dimori-kun!”
She rushed forward and tried to grab him. But, the blonde vanished and suddenly appeared on the other side of the room, with blood red eyes.
“Don’t worry. I won’t kill him.”
“WAIT-”
Tswii!
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In the time chamber, Igor was forced to come to chilling realisations that actions have consequences. When he was suddenly pulled in along with Aurelia, his biggest concern beyond the Shinto Pantheon seeking revenge, was that all those gods he disrespected when his senses passed through their domains would seek revenge through his family.
Thankfully, Aurelia managed to console him that the power he displayed in Kyoto was more than enough to make many of them think twice. And as a bonus, he had Shiva as his backing.
It was through her words that he finally had the will to fully focus on his training without any stray thoughts. But he had never forgotten that lesson.
Tswii!
It was why that for what he chose to do next, he chose the boundless ocean as his stage. With water running as far as the eye could see, no one would focus on Kuoh. Having appeared in the middle of the vast ocean, Igor was free to do as he wished here.
“If you are on Earth, I will find you, Baraquiel.”
With his power level gradually rising, his hair followed suit.
su su su su Su Su Su Su Su Su Su Su
Entering the suppressed state of his Demigod Transformation, Igor closed his eyes in focus. What he was about to do would be a repeat of what he did a month ago in order to find Akeno and Shuri. But different from before, he had enough ki to cover the whole world.
And with the density of his demi-ki, he did not fear any barriers.
“HAAA!”
GRUUUU!
Like a rush of lightning, ki rapidly spread away from the blonde like a giant massive net. His actions would sire the anger of numerous entities in the supernatural world, but he didn’t care.
Consequences weren’t considered and politics be damned. One way or another, he was going to find Baraquiel, and he would make him explain exactly why he abandoned his family for a harlot.
One way or another.
“WHERE ARE YOU, BARAQUIEL!”
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“Oh no. No no no no no.”
Shuri was downright panicking. The worst possible situation she discussed with Cleria had just happened and she feared it was only a matter of time before he made his way to the Underworld.
“I have to contact Cleria.”
Rushing over to the telephone on her bedside post, she didn’t bother scrolling through the contacts and quickly dialed the number to Cleria’s office. Patiently yet begrudgingly, she waited for her friend to pick up.
It didn’t take long before she heard the silverette’s cheery voice.
“Shuri-chan!”
Shuri gave no pleasantries.
“Cleria. We need to talk. Listen carefully. Dimori-kun has returned and-”
Fuuush…
It was faint, so faint that anyone lacklustre in the sensing department wouldn’t be able to pick up that faint energy wave pass over them. But Shuri knew this feeling, or to be specific, this energy signature. She had felt it and knew exactly who it belonged to.
With her anxiety growing stronger, she squashed it down.
“Listen, Cleria. Dimori-kun…Dimori-kun is-”
But Cleria was already ahead of her.
“I know. He’s looking for Baraquiel.”
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“He’s not on this planet.”
Hovering above the sea with his fists clenched, Igor did not try to hide his displeasure.
“If he’s not in Cuba or anywhere on this planet, then he’s most likely in the Underworld in Grigori.”
Travelling to the Underworld wasn’t going to be easy for the blonde. The only reliable person he knew who could send him to the Underworld was Cleria. While there was the option of “asking” one of the many devils he sensed to take him there, it was too risky.
The blonde knew enough about teleportation to know that if one truly wanted to, they could ditch the passage mid-teleportation to the nothingness of space. That was not a risk he was willing to undertake.
“I will try to persuade Sister Cleria. I hope she agrees.”
Expanding his senses and focusing on the silverette, he vanished.
Tswii!
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