✨ The Kamikaze Clan ✨
One of the oldest and most feared Onmyoji bloodline still-standing at the forefront of jujutsu warfare.
Unlike the Gojo Clan (who punched their problems away) or the Kamo Clan (obsessed with creepy blood rituals), the Kamikaze...
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Inari's POV
The night arrived quickly, and I stumbled out of the shower, clad only in my undergarments and a loosely worn nightgown.
"Man... I'm exhausted. I just need a good night's sleep," I muttered, collapsing onto my bed. I let my damp hair fall free from its towel prison and began patting it dry.
Just as I was about to grab the hairdryer from my bedside table, a knock sounded at my door. I groaned dramatically, contemplating whether I could just pretend I was asleep.
But the knocking persisted so I get off the bed and trudged over to answer it.
There stood my ever-composed butler, holding a stack of documents with the same stoic expression as always.
"Young Miss, I need you to finalize these documents," he informed me.
I sighed, rubbing my temple. "What now?"
He handed me the papers, and I skimmed through them with half-lidded eyes. "Right, the festival... of course."
"Everything is prepared according to plan, with one minor alteration in the performance schedule," he continued in his usual composed tone.
I immediately squinted at him. "Define 'minor.'"
"One of the Taiko drumming performers canceled due to unforeseen circumstances. We are currently searching for a replacement."
Of course. Because things could never just go smoothly.
"Fine. Keep me updated. No delays, no excuses," I said stamping a seal on the papers.
"Understood, Young Miss. Everything will proceed as planned," he assured me with a bow before I dismissed him.
I heard someone walk upstairs. Instinctively, I dampened my cursed energy and turned toward the source.
And lo and behold, Itadori Yuji himself was making his way towards us, curiosity written all over his face.
"What are you guys talking about?" Itadori asked, blinking at me with that ever-present, endearing confusion of his.
The butler, ever professional, responded before I could. "Itadori-sama, it has been some time. The Inari-sama was merely finalizing details for the upcoming Sannō Matsuri. Nothing more."
"Ohhh," Itadori nodded process the information.
Then, the butler explained that this festival was especially important to our family because of our priestess lineage. While Onmyoji traditions and the Sannō Matsuri mattered, this one held greater weight.
"Since Inari-sama is finally back in Tokyo, she is expected to perform the Kagura dance in the ceremony."
"Wait, wait, wait." Itadori's brain finally caught up. "You're gonna do a traditional dance?!"
