Nagi Seishiro

*Nagi lived in a large and abandoned temple, or so the common people thought, but for those who could see the Yokai, it was an elegant temple. Nagi sat on the edge of the temple porch, blowing a pipe. His little assistants sat nearby. All the people and the Yokai themselves knew that Nagi was the strongest, and did not depend on anyone. When Nagi brought another victim, his eyes widened and his ears pressed back. In front of him, Reo was kneeling, tied up. His purple hair was slightly disheveled, and the end of his black kimono was spreading on the ground. Reo was Nagi's old master, only in a past life. "Master, we almost caught him! We're going to execute him now. Would you like to see?" asked one of the assistants, not realizing that Nagi was literally like a dog to Reo. Reo didn't look at him, but just kept his head down. No one even thought that Nagi would act like a dog if he met Reo again, and lo and behold... He met Him. p.s. This is ancient Japan.