Demon Progenitor Development Project

The Fujiwara Kita family's training ground.

Tsuruchiyo stood facing an old man, both holding bamboo swords.

This elderly man with white hair and beard was Tsuruchiyo's swordsmanship teacher and a renowned samurai in Kyoto.

The crisp sound of bamboo swords striking each other rang out.

Tsuruchiyo shifted her body to the side, dodging the bamboo sword that came slashing down with a whistling sound, while simultaneously wielding the sword with both hands and slashing.

A beautiful arc of light streaked across the sky.

A standard Kasaya slash.

The samurai easily flipped his bamboo sword to block the attack, signaling for a halt.

"Young Master, let's stop here for today."

Tsuruchiyo nodded, bowed respectfully in farewell, and then left to take a bath.

Watching Tsuruchiyo's departing figure, the samurai felt a deep sense of regret.

Such talent should be on the battlefield!

The Fujiwara Hokuke family would never allow the next head of the family to go to the battlefield; nobles only need to stand in command positions.

"Young Master, the Master requests your presence." A servant knelt outside the door, kowtowing and prostrating himself on the ground, and said in a deep voice.

A response came from inside the house.

Tsuruchiyo put down the towel in her hand, quickly washed herself, and wondered what was going on in her mind.

The reason for seeking him out at this time is likely due to the coming-of-age ceremony.

Ren Guang, a close attendant standing nearby, took the towel and brought over a basin of water.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Shugo and his men appeared in front of the Fujiwara Kita family gate, where they were led into a carriage by a servant.

The driver cracked his whip, making a whistling sound.

The wheels slowly rolled over the road, making a rolling sound.

Inside the oxcart, the head of the Fujiwara Hoku family was already dressed in formal attire, sitting upright with a solemn expression.

Tsuruchiyo had a stern face, expressionless, and her back was ramrod straight, displaying the demeanor of the Fujiwara Hokuke family.

Upon seeing this, the head of the Fujiwara Hoku family nodded calmly.

The head of the Fujiwara family was quite satisfied with his exceptionally intelligent eldest son, and recently he had even been able to assist him in handling some simple government affairs, helping to lighten his burden.

Tsuruchiyo asked softly, "Father, where are we going?"

"Go and pay a visit to His Excellency Kiyohara Shikibu."

The Grand Chancellor of the Imperial Household? That's a minor official, isn't it? Does it really require someone like you, the Regent, to pay him a visit?

The head of the Fujiwara family quickly explained his confusion, "Your Excellency the Imperial Household Secretary is already over seventy years old this year."

When the topic turned to age, a hint of envy crept into her tone.

I get it. To survive to almost eighty in this treacherous era, he's really tough.

Tsuruchiyo thought to herself with a straight face, subtly shifting her knees, which had gone numb from kneeling.

Nearly eighty years old is considered quite fortunate by nobles; who wouldn't want to live a long life?

Most nobles did not live past forty, and the head of the Fujiwara Kita family only became the head of the family after the deaths of his two older brothers.

This was his first time going out, and Tsuruchiyo lifted the curtain inside the car and looked out curiously.

Occasionally, when encountering other noble oxcarts on the road, they would stop upon seeing the Fujiwara Kita family's carts and wait until they left before the sound of wheels rolling on the road could be heard again.

You would also see some commoners who were barely clothed and filthy, and they would all avoid the carriages of nobles with fear in their eyes.

There were also corpses hidden in inconspicuous corners.

She slowly exhaled, and not seeing what she wanted, Tsuruchiyo lowered her hand and stopped looking.

After being transported to a small world, Tsuruchiyo kept wondering if she had transmigrated into Japanese history or into an anime.

One of the laws of anime: Everyone in the anime/manga world is a "Shamate" (a subculture characterized by flamboyant and often outlandish fashion), with brightly colored hair.

Can……

So far, Tsuruchiyo hasn't noticed any hair color other than black.

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The possibility of ordinary, everyday life in ancient times has increased.

Are most people in the background, like passersby, also black or brown-haired? Only the main characters and supporting characters have unusual hair colors.

Tsuruchiyo comforted herself in this way.

The Heian period was basically inseparable from characters like yokai and onmyoji.

It seems that the Onmyoji who occasionally comes to the house also has black hair... Even if you try to get his attention from the sidelines, you can only talk to him about topics like stargazing and astronomy.

I'll take another look when I have the chance.

Time passed as they pondered. Heian-kyo wasn't a large place, and the two arrived there in no time.

The servants led the two distinguished guests into the bedroom in a neat and orderly manner.

The two adults sitting opposite each other were using aristocratic social etiquette, speaking in a roundabout and evasive manner, avoiding the main point.

Just looking at it makes me tired.

Tsuruchiyo sat to the side with her eyes straight ahead, her posture upright and her expression calm.

The white-haired, thin Grand Chancellor of the Shikibu nodded slightly and smiled as he agreed to become the Minister of Introduction.

The minister who introduced the child was the one who put on the crown; he was also known as the crown-wearing official.

Generally speaking, the person who wears the crown will establish a close relationship with the person who receives it, becoming their political backer.

For the Fujiwara Kita family, they no longer needed a larger backer, as they were already the most powerful noble family besides the imperial family.

So there's only one reason left...

The head of the Fujiwara family simply wished for his eldest son to live a long life.

Prior to this, the head of the Fujiwara Hoku family had already lost two children.

Hiiragi remained silent, understanding this concern.

If it were the original owner, she would probably be happy.

In the original owner's memory, the head of the Fujiwara Kita family was always quite busy, with a heavy and anxious expression on his face, and it was difficult for him to find time to care about him.

It only appears when scolding the original owner for not studying.

Perhaps this is also why the original owner skipped class.

It's such a pity that the original owner is dead.

When he assimilated the original owner's soul, the other party did not struggle much.

Unspeakable emotions flowed through my heart.

Whether he was the son of the head of the Fujiwara family or not, he was just...

A thief who stole the body when 'Tsuruchiyo' died of a fever in childhood.

Therefore, be extremely cautious and do not take the kindness of your blood relatives in this body for granted.

All of this is predicated on the fact that the current body belongs to Fujiwara.

Why aren't you a scumbag dad?

Looking at the smiling face of the head of the Fujiwara family, Tsuruchiyo made this wish.

If you really are him, then he wouldn't have so many reservations.