"Amazing!"
Compared to Mochizuki Ayako and Mochizuki Chiyo, Kita's thoughts were much simpler.
Others couldn't pull out the divine blade, but it was easily drawn out by Kaito-san. The girl's eyes sparkled as she lavishly poured out her admiration, "As expected of Kaito-san! You easily did what we couldn't!"
'Although Kaito-san is indeed amazing... but Kita-chan, isn't your proud expression a bit too exaggerated?'
'You're just like a little fangirl with zero shame!'
'Although, it doesn't seem like I have the right to mock Kita either...', Thinking back to some scenes from last night, Nijika's pretty face turned red.
Kaito casually swung the Murakumomaru in his hand a few times and quickly made a judgment, "It's a decent blade."
'At least in this world.'
Though it felt a bit light to him, the spiritual power contained in the blade made up for that. Even an ordinary person without supernatural powers, if holding the Murakumomaru, could still harm existences like evil spirits and yokai.
Of course, for ordinary people, the biggest issue was how to gain the Murakumomaru's recognition.
Even though Kaito had already pulled it out of the stone, the divine blade still had its own little temper. When Yumiko and Kita tried to touch it, it dodged on purpose, it was truly full of spirit.
If it could be enshrined by the Mochizuki family for another few decades, or if a great practitioner refined the blade with spiritual power, it wouldn't be surprising if a sword spirit was born.
After toying with it a while longer, Kaito prepared to insert the Murakumomaru back into the stone without any reluctance. After all, this was the Mochizuki Shrine's heirloom treasure, he couldn't possibly keep it just because he drew it.
He wasn't King Arthur, and the Murakumomaru wasn't the Sword in the Stone, it had to be returned to its rightful place.
Only, at this moment, the divine blade threw a tantrum.
The miko of the Mochizuki family had changed generation after generation, and several hundred years had passed, yet none had satisfied it.
The Murakumomaru's requirements were actually quite simple, 'If you wanted to be my master, you needed to be exceptionally talented in spiritual training, right?'
'Looks also have to be outstanding, one in ten thousand will do. Otherwise, how can you be worthy of the identity of the divine blade?' [T/N: Tf?]
But the shrine maidens who came to draw the sword were either mediocre in talent, or average in appearance.
Or both.
Now, it had finally met its destined master, not only meeting all of its expectations but even surpassing them.
Of course it didn't want to leave. The blade trembled violently, ringing with a clear chime, unwilling to be shoved back into the cold stone crack.
This resistant behavior made one unconsciously see the illusion of a child on their first day of kindergarten, unwilling to let go of their mother's clothes.
Seeing this ridiculous scene, Mochizuki Chiyo sighed, "Honored guest, since you have drawn the divine blade, please take it with you."
Though she was reluctant to let the blade they had enshrined for centuries be taken away by an outsider, since he had drawn the Murakumomaru, it meant he was the one recognized by the divine blade.
The blade had a spirit. Before it acknowledged someone, it could be left untouched. But once acknowledged, unless its master died, it would never serve another. Even if left in the shrine, it would only be decoration.
Of course, she could choose to silence them and forcibly reset the ownership.
But firstly, Mochizuki Chiyo wasn't a bloodthirsty person who resorted to such means. Secondly… even if she did choose to silence them, the divine blade wasn't blind. Killing its chosen master right in front of it, wasn't that taking the Murakumomaru for a fool?
"You're just giving it to me like that?", Kaito raised an eyebrow.
"You drew the blade, which makes you its master. Even if I object, it will find a way to sneak back to you," Mochizuki Chiyo looked at the Murakumomaru in his hand and shook her head, "I only hope, that in light of the blade's devotion to you, you'll treat it well."
'I just pulled out a sword, so why does this sound like someone entrusting me with their granddaughter?'
Still, Kaito nodded, "I will."
Granny Chiyo smiled kindly, then brought up another topic, "The Mochizuki Shrine has always had a rule, those who draw the divine blade are its master. But until now, only shrine maidens of Mochizuki bloodline were eligible to attempt it."
The reason she brought this up wasn't because she regretted it, but for another purpose, "I wonder if the honored guest would be willing to establish a marriage contract with the Mochizuki family?"
"If you agree, you may choose any suitable shrine maiden as your wife, or even several. In the future, the entire shrine would be inherited by you."
The Mochizuki family bloodline was cursed, they could never give birth to boys.
Because of this, to ensure the family line continued, taking in sons-in-law became the only option.
"Ehhhhhhhhhhh?", Kita looked terrified, 'Th-this... this can't be that legendary Chinese custom of recruiting a son-in-law under the ranking board?'
Maybe calling it "sword recruiting son-in-law" was more fitting?
Nijika and the others also looked nervously at Kaito, afraid he would accept immediately.
In Japan, it was quite common for rich families and conglomerates to recruit sons-in-law.
After all, training an excellent heir was hard, but finding a talented son-in-law was much easier.
The general public didn't have much bias against sons-in-law either. Not to mention, the Mochizuki family was practically the local overlord of Hoori Town, they lacked neither money nor reputation. If he agreed, it'd be both wealth and beauty handed over at once.
Among them, Yumiko was the most nervous.
Though she had some strange fetishes, they were just superficial.
As long as her "main wife" status was secured, she could treat it like a fun kink.
But if someone took away her "main wife" status...
That'd be like me sharing my dinner with you, and not only do you eat it all, you take the bowl too, isn't that going too far?
Mochizuki Ayako, on the other hand, was a bit shy. She secretly glanced at Kaito, silently agreeing with Grandma's proposal.
Even if she wasn't chosen, just having such a handsome divine blade master at the shrine was a visual treat.
"Let's drop the son-in-law thing," Kaito shook his head slightly, rejecting Grandma Chiyo's proposal.
Even in the traditional cultivation world, he'd never experienced arranged marriages. Though people often came to propose, they were all firmly rejected by his master, saying "Don't interfere with your disciple's freedom to love."
He couldn't have traveled to the more open 21st century, only to go backwards, wouldn't that be regression?
Grandma Chiyo wanted to persuade him further, but seeing Kaito's expression of "this is non-negotiable," she said no more.
Sensing the tension, Ryou stepped up without hesitation, breaking the silence, "Grandma Chiyo, what exactly is the Inugami? How did it appear?"
This was the question that mattered most to her. Ryou had been worried the Inugami would attack them because she disrespected the gods and was receiving divine punishment, but now, it didn't seem so simple.
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