I, Nurarihyon, the Lord of All Monsters

"Yama... Yamamoto Gorozaemon... didn't come today……"

A fat wealthy businessman in gorgeous clothes said in a trembling voice

""Swish!"

Suddenly, a cold and dazzling white sword light flashed across the room.

A sharp sword energy, shaped like a crescent, split the tatami in half, and the crack extended to the door.

Everyone present didn't even see when Nurarihyon drew his sword.

"Gulu……"

Everyone turned pale with fear, swallowed their saliva, and beads of sweat as big as soybeans appeared on their foreheads.

Nurarihyon replied lightly:"I don't want to hear any more nonsense."

The scene fell into a dead silence, and the atmosphere was solemn.

Everyone was silent, not daring to answer casually.

Nurarihyon pointed to a person and asked:"Go ahead."

This was a daimyo in Edo, with tremendous power, but facing the pressure from Nurarihyon, he dared not say a word, and knelt on the ground in panic and fear, kowtowing:"I don't know, I really don't know, don't kill me, don't kill me!……"

"Don't you know?"

Nurarihyon asked with a frown.

They all looked embarrassed and shook their heads.

A wealthy businessman who was more familiar with Yamamoto Gorozaemon spoke up and answered cautiously:"Sir...……"

"Yamamoto Gorozaemon seems to be carefree and shares everything with us, but he never tells us the real secrets."

"Yes, this guy is very cautious."

"I once sent someone to follow him in order to find Yamamoto's residence and steal the secret recipe of the Tyrant's Tea, but failed."

"Damn, Fujii-kun, you are so disgusting that you actually sent someone to follow Yamamoto-kun"

"Hehe, stop acting so noble. Tell me, who among you here hasn't coveted the recipe of the Overlord's Tea?"

"I... I once saw Yamamoto Gorozaemon. He traveled in a sedan chair that floated in the air, with green ghost lights floating around."

Hearing this, Nurarihyon was too lazy to continue listening.

In short, this Yamamoto Gorozaemon was so poor that even the rich and powerful didn't know where he was.

"Forget it, I boarded the ship just to try my luck."

""Himari, let's go."

Nurarihyon held Nekomata and turned to leave the box.

Before leaving, he stopped and said without looking back:"By the way, the owner of this ship has changed in the future, you guys take care of yourselves." After seeing Nurarihyon leave, the wealthy and powerful people immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and the mountain that was pressing on their hearts was lifted.

They whispered to each other and discussed:

"Has the Yamamoto Mikan changed its owner?"

"What's going on……"

"Did Yamamoto-kun offend someone he shouldn't have?"

"Haha, you are stupid. The boy just now didn't look like a human at all. He was most likely a monster."

"I heard that Edo was ostensibly controlled by the Tokugawa shogunate, but the dark world was actually controlled by a monster organization called Nura Group."

"That's right, it can be said that the general of the Nura group is the uncrowned king of Edo."

Obviously.

In the Edo period, the existence of monsters was not as mysterious and unfamiliar as it is today.

Like the rich and powerful businessmen present here, they have more or less grasped some information about monster organizations.

Some people have even dealt with them.

In troubled times, more friends and monsters mean more paths.

"Could it be that... the young man just now is the general of the Nura group?"

"How is it possible? Didn't you see how young he is? How could a teenager be the general of Nura Group and the uncrowned king of the dark world of Edo!"

"Oh, I'm worried that I won't have the tea of the Overlord to drink in the future."

"It would be nice if I could get to know the general of the Nura group."

"Come on, the general commander of the Nura group is a person like us humans, can we meet him whenever we want?"

……

Yamamoto Mitsuki, on the deck.

Dusk, the time of the devil.

The setting sun was like blood, painting the sky and the river with a strong orange-red color.

In the sky, a few crows were circling.

Nurarihyon stood on the deck, holding the side of the ship.

The cat turned into a human form, becoming Himari, and stood beside Nurarihyon, accompanying him in the river breeze.

"My lord, are you worried about something?"

Himari saw Nurarihyon's eyebrows frowning.

Nurarihyon nodded and replied:"As far as I know, although Yamamoto Gorozaemon is as cowardly as a mouse, he is also a vengeful person."

"Logically speaking, since Old Rat is dead, he should have taken some action."

In the original work, Kurodabo was the monster sent by the Hyakumonogatari-gumi to assassinate him.

But in this world, everything has changed.

For example, in the original work, Old Rat did not die so early, but successfully joined the Nura group and lived until the modern times. He was later expelled from the Nura group and worked as a gigolo in Ichibancho.

He was used by the Ushio to force Nura Rikuo to give up the position of the Sandaime, and was killed by Nura Rikuo with the Mirror Shisui Sakura.

But now.

Nura Koiban directly let the Snow Woman kill Old Rat.

""Am I worrying too much?"

Nurarihyon muttered to himself.

According to the timeline, the full-scale conflict between the Hyakumonogatari Group and the Nurarihyon Group was after Nurarihyon had fully grown up.

The current situation is indeed much earlier.

……

At the same time,

Nurarihyon walked out of a pub as usual.

"The stingy old woman, it’s just a purchase on credit, why is she beating and scolding me?"

"I tell you, it’s impossible to get the sly ghost to pay!

The drunk old sly ghost turned around and shouted at the pub.

"Get out of here, old man, and don’t come here next time!"

"Otherwise, no matter if you are a sly ghost or a bald ghost, I will beat you up every time I see you!"

A fierce shout came from the pub.

"Oh, the wine doesn’t taste good, who wants it?"

"But I will go again next time. I like to see you, old woman, get so angry~"

Nurarihyon laughed triumphantly, holding two bottles of wine in his hands, and staggered towards the main house.

Passing by a dark and narrow alley, Nurarihyon seemed to step on something like black silk thread.

Hair?

The drunken Nurarihyon sobered up instantly and swept away the drunkenness.

His eyes were slightly cold, and his peripheral vision swept around him.

"Oh, do you really think I'm an old man?"