Theo’s eyes sharpened as he heard the name Shuten-doji. That was the name of one of the great yokai Seimei had mentioned. Shuten-doji was one of the top three yokai among the hundreds on the mountain. He was the leader of the Oni and someone worthy of being called the strongest! Even Theo, who had become transcendent, felt his skin prickle when Shuten-doji neared. It would be difficult for the current masters of Japan to endure Shuten-doji’s presence.

If the yokai of the mountain were let loose, it would be a greater disaster than what happened in the Central Empire.

Most mutants were driven by instinct and simply sought to satisfy their appetites. They might be strong, but they were simple beasts. One could eventually find a way to break through or kill them. However, Shuten-doji and the yokai were different. They were cunning creatures who had lived for nearly a thousand years, and grown into monsters that could skillfully use their strength. They were so terrible that Seimei had sealed them up. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be a single weed left in Japan.

“I am Theodore Miller. I have something to say to you.”

Theo subconsciously spread his feet. His intuition...