Chapter 9: Chapter 8: Meeting at the bar

“So that’s what happened - well those bastards will probably be comin’ over in no time then!” <Wine>

“Language you hag…” <Ebony>

“Well I feel like you youngins getting a bit rowdy at the idea that those weaklings challenging our mighty {Asura Yakuza} would be quite a natural, young matriarch…” <Ruby>

A third voice Violet somewhat recognized as one of her original {Assura God Slaying Battalion} - a young girl at the time who had her father and brother taken by the gods. Seeing her now Violet couldn’t help but compare her with the image of the past and realize how long has truly passed in the constantly changing {Mortal Realm}.

As one of the elders she of course had a conical bamboo hat of the Asura’s executive women though it was placed in front of her as it was for all the women in the room - her black veil would have tiny rubies beautifully embedded into it like making night sky with crimson stars glittering above. She was one of the stronger members, only finding her strength outmatched by the current leader, Violet’s own mother, Ebony. As such, Ruby was nearer the head of the table and hardly looked like the girl Violet brought along to wage war.

She now looked mature with her age showing in her eyes but with her power she still retained soft and bright skin. Though her skin was darker than the oni’s around her nobody seemed to mind nor say anything - everyone at this table were already legendary figures within the Oni in their own right. Though of course Violet could still be considered ‘newborn’ many of those here were those she once lead so it wasn’t surprising they could guess who she was - Violet hair is very recognisable plus she was already known as the ‘genius young Ojou-Sama’ able to create [Realm Ranked Treasure].

Making such a treasure was reason enough!

At the head was of course Ebony while on one side would be Violet and the other would be Ruby who was likely the second strongest. She was likely stronger than the old matriarch and many others who were also part of the old {Assura God Slaying Battalion} could certainly put up a fight but these women weren’t going to ruin the fun of the young. If it was because of their doting nature that these {Primordial Hannya Oni} hardly took part in these meetings. But hearing the call to action, how could they let these youngins suffer a loss with them still knocking around!

In fact - a lot of them were simply mediating under the manner or on the borders of the village.

If one looked upon them it may seem like Oni were nothing but a rowdy bunch… That would be right. Omitting that they also didn’t just suddenly ‘vanish’ furthermore Photon of course knew this which was why he was sure he needn’t worry about the Oni villages safety. Afterall - what is safer than having a bunch of doting (but violent) godslaying grannies around the place?! Most were being served good alcohol and piping hot meat by the various members of the yakuza from various families. Each having shining eyes at these old legends.

“Anyway as I was saying before I was RUDELY interrupted - those double backing bastards will no doubt be heading over here now that Hydra-” <Wine>

“Not Hydra. Demonic Heavenly Dragon.” <Violet>

Everyone was slightly surprised but Ruby just nodded her head - not minding that Violet was staring directly at her for an hour. In fact she had her busty chest pushed out fully as if showing off to her lord how grown up she was in front of her. She even pulled out caramel hard candy from somewhere to pop into Violet's slightly agape mouth from time to time.

All of these old Oni’s carried these candies.

After popping the candy in Violets mouth she softly mumbled to herself but those at the head of the table

“She was such a little cutie when she first hatched - much cuter than that lion-bird-thing. Of course not as cute as Ojou-sama~!” <Ruby>

Popping another candy into Violet’s mouth as she tilted her head causing a fawning sigh to escape from the grannies at the head of the table. Others weren’t as calm and understanding as these old timers of course. A frowning woman fairly far away from the ‘headliners’ seemed to represent a true minority group within the Oni - serious and astute. She had white hair with square framed glasses and a permanent scowl - she was often in charge of operations in the Yakuza so hardly spent time in the village.

“I understand she’s the matriarch's daughter but why is she here - this is a delicate matter that concerns the safety of the Oni village - I’d understand if it’s to get experience for the future but she even interrupted an elder.” <Alabaster>

She spoke in a cold and calm voice that displayed her serious nature perfectly. At her words the grannies all frowned though since they knew who the girl was - their leader unable to speak up at a little meeting about how to slaughter some humans? Of course, they knew she wasn’t at full power but before they could say anything Wine spoke up.

“If the lil’brat says something I’d die by it - her confirmin' it ain’t no hydra already is a great help for us! Not to mention us Oni only recognise one thing - strength - and even if she ain’t able to beat the shit out of us I’m not sure you should be sat at the table if you don’t know how powerful a [Realm Ranked Treasure] is.” <Wine>

Alabaster just frowned more so.

“Wouldn’t it be better to just give them away to avoid any of this trouble - even if we don’t give it to the humans we have allies we could have kept them for us. Allies the humans wouldn’t dare attack - if we give them as a gift we could even gain great benefits! At the end of the day it’s just a painting and we already know that she can’t use her [Personal Dharma Treasure]-” <Alabaster>

Before she could continue a frightening aura filled up the room - silencing Alabaster’s mouth but instead replacing it with the soft ‘pitter patter’ of her cold sweat falling to the floor. Many others at the end of the table also seized up under the pressure - the grannies group was of course more than dandy and continued to fawn on Violet who now had chubby cheeks thanks to all the hard candy she was sucking on.

Of course the pressure wasn’t from Violet.

“With this mere ‘painting’ I could wipe out every other race on this continent within a couple days.” <Ebony>

Ebony spoke in a cold tone that was rather unlike Violet had experienced - of course she didn’t mind. Ebony slowly moved her hand into her garb before pulling out a scroll and placing it gently on the table - at this point even the old Oni’s stopped what they were doing to look at his object with awe. Only one unaffected was Violet who began to count the roof tiles.

“We are currently calling it [The Records of The Hannya Origin] but I believe it should be more accurately called [The Inheritance Grounds of The Asura God Slayers]. It is so impressive I believe even that may not be worthy. What name it actually has I couldn’t say since {The World Voice} is the one incharge of such - at the very least I doubt she’d rank this treasure lowly. If it’s not ranked in the top 5 I would hand my position down to a shell lover!” <Ebony>

This made Alabaster shudder as she felt unsure about herself with the confidence her leader spoke. She may have said what she did but that didn’t mean she didn’t respect Ebony - rather it’s because she respected the matriarch position and held expectations she refused to spoil Violet. Before she could speak up though, Ebony took this as the perfect chance to speak about something he had intended to speak about for a while.

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