Receiving the "short handle" short blade from Chosuke's hand, the heavy metallic sensation transmitted through his palm, giving Ashiya Dōman's heart a slight comfort. No matter what happens next, at least the "deposit" of this transaction is truly in hand.
He immediately put on a highly solemn expression and earnestly spoke to the distracted samurai:
"This matter is not trivial. The resentment of the Fei Nv Room is about to merge with the corpse, common talismans are unlikely to have any effect. I need to prepare some special items and set up a dedicated ritual. I will come to find you at this time tomorrow."
With that said, he no longer looked at the long house shrouded in deathly silence and resentment, nor at the pair of moist, angry eyes seemingly penetrating the wooden board within the door gap, turned around, and quickly melted into the shadows of the alley.
Chosuke almost rolled and crawled to escape following him.
