Chapter 291: Home Sweet Home (1/2)

Other than the dust surrounding it, the blissful demon dojo seemed exactly like he remembered it. A beige and purple, now rather dusty, old, Japanese-style building adorned with various classical lights that shined on the otherwise dark sidewalk.

”So… This it? Is this where you used to live?”

Moby didn't respond to Jayden's question immediately as he was lost in thought staring at his old home.

”Yes… This is it… Come on, I'll show you in,”

He held her hands and walked her up the stairs towards the sliding doors that were obviously locked.

So, Moby had to whip out a key from his inventory that he had not held in a very long time.

Like butter, the doors slid open with a satisfying slam that left their vision and breath completely dusty. But, after the dust was gone, the entire room came into clear view…

It was a wide-open spacious room with small windows on the top allowing for natural lighting to come in from the moon. The tatami floors were as clean as ever, with multiple different paintings and demonic statues filling yet not overwhelming the overall design. On the sides were a few shelves that used to house all the family techniques. But, they were all of course now in Moby's hands.

It was truly a beautiful and nostalgic sight. Despite seeing it so many times, he could not help but be in complete awe of the entire room.

Yet, eventually, his gaze landed and was fixated on one single spot.

In the middle towards the back, there was a small stand that held a picture along with various candles. On that picture were a family photo of him, his mother and his father.

Jayden still beside him checking out the room, Moby suddenly walked from her side towards that same picture as he picked it up, feeling slight waterworks well up in his eyes.

He could never forget the bright smile his mother bore that extended up to the beauty spot on her cheeks, her bright green eyes and long, silky smooth hazel hair that he could still remember the feeling and smell to this day. She held him, who was seven years old at the time from under his armpits as he sat on his father's lean, muscular legs.

His father's face was well structured and his black hair was smooth and fell down towards his purple eyes, his face bearing a similar expression to that of his wife. If anything, he reminded him very much of his current self. And, there, on the lap was him, a seven-year-old child smiling and laughing, his features looking rather skinnier than usual.

The picture in one of his rather shaky hands, he could not help but let out a single tear thinking about how things were, before he suddenly felt a touch on his hands and a hug from the back.

”It's okay… Things will be alright…”

It was a warm feeling that Moby swore he would never get used to.

Wiping away his tears and smiling, he held her palms back and spoke.

”Sorry, sometimes I get lost in the moment,”

”Yeah, I can tell,” She chuckled slightly before taking a closer look at what he held in his hands.

”Damn… You were a really cute baby… Your mother is really pretty… So is your father… Handsome, not pretty of course. No wonder you're good-looking!”

”Thanks, I guess,” He replied slightly awkwardly. ”You really know how to bring up the mood do you?”

”Of course I do! What did you expect?”

He set the picture back down on the table with unlit candles and looked back at Jayden with a smile.

”We can't stay here forever. I want to go see more things,”

”Okay! Lead the way tour guide!”

Holding hands, they walked all around the room admiring the architecture and the different pieces of art that as a child, Moby had the choice to sell yet chose not to out of respect. Although the dojo was in a Japanese style, his parents were not at all Japanese but simply liked the style and possibly even the culture.

After they were done there, they went through the door to the back of the room where they all slept and lived. The building itself was split into two complete halves, one for training and teaching and one for normal living with its own entrance on the other side. It was rather convenient for a family like the Kanes.

The house itself was fairly simple, one kitchen, a small living room, one bathroom, and two bedrooms.

As he entered the kitchen, it was dustier than he remembered yet just as empty. So, he decided to use his slight mastery over the water element to clean things up while he was at it.