His dog must have been Yato. It wasn’t really off the mark to call him that, he certainly was like a dog locked out of the house without being allowed inside. Bang, bang, bang, Yato knocked on the window three times to grab Tokimori’s attention. His apartment seemed to be built over thirty years ago, but as expected from a demon slayer’s residence, it was an impenetrable fortress against unwelcomed guests. With talismans hung all around, no demon, evil spirit, or youkai could come into his apartment with its elaborately structured barrier. On top of that, Tokimori had ordered him not to come into the room.
“As expected from a demon of his class, even my talisman barrier is at risk. If he breaks my window, I expect compensation.”
Hoshiai frowned as he looked at the shaking window. Tokimori didn’t really understand this man either. Having something he wanted to talk about, he invited him to his home. Since he still didn’t want to be alone with Yato, he went with him. Yato naturally came between Tokimori ad Hoshiai, yelling, you told on me, for reasons unknown to him, and tried to punch Hoshiai in the middle of the shopping district, but Tokimori stopped him. Perhaps thinking it wouldn’t be good for a demon servant to disobey his master in front of a demon slayer who hated demon masters (he didn’t really know what Yato was thinking though), Yato lowered his raised fist.
Chapter end
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