Tokyo: The life of a literary giant begins with home self-defense!

Chapter 423: The Real Family Feast

Long Chuanche never expected that a person could have such a big difference in such a short period of time.

The view in front of them was high above, like sitting on a cloud.

The next second, he was reduced to dust.

Maki Nijo's neatly combed hair was now disheveled, and her expression seemed somewhat incredulous.

“Hongping and his ilk always say that all people should be born equal.”

Cough, cough, cough.

Amidst the soft coughing, the old man pointed at Nijo Maki in front of him and spoke.

Some people were kneeling, and some were standing.

Ryukawa Tetsuya and Takeda Maki stood not far from the calligraphy scroll, listening to Kujo Fujitaka speak.

"But can people truly be equal if they wear different clothes and eat different foods?"

As the old man ate his delicately prepared ochazuke (rice with tea), Tatsuki Ryukawa could roughly guess what he meant.

Maki Nijo, dressed in luxurious attire, wore the fine robes of a powerful clan leader, while Toru Ryukawa possessed only a scholar's skin to protect himself.

The two were not on equal footing, which is why the other party threatened him just now.

But now the situation has reversed.

Someone dressed Ryukawa Tetsu in a magnificent robe covered in thorns, and Kujo Fujitaka gestured for someone to hand Ryukawa Tetsu the katana behind him.

"This is what Grandpa promised to give you."

The tsubakiri that appeared before Tatsukawa Tetsu was the same one he had seen before. Imamura Natsuko, who was standing to the side, pursed her lips as if she wanted to say something, but her father stopped her.

The Kujo family's true family feast may not be the casual drinking and toasting under the bright light of day.

The old man used a funeral to make Long Chuanche understand his current status, situation, and...
"The power to eliminate threats."

Ryukawa Tetsu gripped the pot-cutting scepter and looked back at the young lady.

The girl is now suppressing her grief because she knows no one can stop her.

"This is different from what was promised."

The girl spoke to Kujo Fujitaka, but the old man did not respond.

Instead of responding, they added fuel to the fire.

“The Nijo family is very powerful in southern Nagoya, and I’m not sure if there will be another opportunity like this next time.”

Kujo Fujitaka wanted Tatsukawa Tetsu to do it himself, or rather, he had just given a demonstration.

Demonstrate how to live in this house, demonstrate how to maintain the dignity of the family.

Those with malicious intentions should certainly die.

Not to mention she also wanted to seize her family's legacy.

Ryukawa Tetsuya remained silent and drew the pot-cutting sword from its sheath.

The gleaming blade was dazzling, and the handle was decorated with chrysanthemum patterns, a symbol of royalty.

When the chillingly cold "Kuchikiri" was thrust into Nijo Maki's face, the woman instinctively shuddered.

At least when facing death, everyone is equal.

Longchuan Che suddenly realized something.

"You can't kill me."

Maki Nijo's pupils are dilated.

Longchuan Che knew that was a sign of panic.

The boy wiped the blade and asked why.

"You and Xia Zi are getting married, and you two have a good relationship, right?"

When the cloak of power is stripped away, what can a woman do?

Ryukawa Tetsu didn't know, he only saw that Nijo Maki was holding his wrist with a pleading look on her face.

"I will go back to Nagoya. I will never come to Kanto again. Let me go. Let me go."

People are really interesting.

What was originally high and mighty can fall into the mud, and a clay Buddha statue can also be placed on a high platform.

"I'll let you go, I'll let you go."

Longchuan Che nodded.

Do you have friends?

Longchuan Che asked with some curiosity.

His dark eyes seemed clean and clear at this moment, and Maki Nijo was stunned.

"I don't think so."

The boy asked and answered himself, as if he were comforting himself or chatting with Maki Nijo. "Nietzsche said that life is a process of constant exchange with the outside world. You who have so much power should have long lost the ability to feel emotions."

"But I'm giving you a chance to get it back now."

Long Chuanche squatted down in front of the woman and pointed to the young lady who looked pained not far away.

"What, what do you mean?"

The woman's dim pupils seemed to light up, and her fingers gripped Long Chuanche even tighter.

Longchuan Che felt a sharp pain from gripping the boy's wrist so tightly, but he seemed oblivious.

"Why do you think Mr. Jinya was in such a hurry to die just now?"

Kujo Jinya, the old man who committed suicide behind the calligraphy copybook.

Maki Nijo was stunned that someone who left so decisively at the age of seventy or eighty had left this world.

"Why, why?"

"Because he hasn't completely lost his qualifications as a human being." Long Chuanche laughed, and it seemed that no one in the huge hall could stop him. Everyone was watching the candlelight soaking into the boy's face, casting a sticky darkness on the wall not far away.

"What, what do you want me to do?"

Maki Nijou's mind is blank; perhaps she has long forgotten how to think.

Kujo Fujitaka stood there like a reassuring pillar, ensuring that the family would continue to operate according to his will as long as he was there.

"If she's willing to beg me on your behalf, I'll let you go."

Ryukawa Toru pointed to the young lady who was being stopped by Imamura Yukawa; the girl's face was now covered in tears.

They may not have spent much time together, but no daughter could remain unmoved by the death of her birth mother in front of her.

She has just come of age and is at an age where she is full of emotions.

"Good, good, good."

Nijo Maki's eyes lit up, and she desperately got up and waved to her daughter.

"Xia Zi, quick, help your mother."

The woman was excited and thrilled; her previously pale face regained its rosy hue.

"Mother."

On the contrary, the young lady looked miserable.

She looked at the woman who was desperately begging Long Chuanche for mercy.

He won't let you get away with this.

The young lady has a keen eye for people's hearts; if she says she won't let it go, then she won't let it go.

Nijo Maki's expression stiffened for a moment, but she still clung to Imamura Natsuko as if grasping at a straw.

"Your life is ordained by your mother; are you going to just watch me die in front of you?"

Nijo Maki may not know that her daughter agreed to Kujo Fujitaka's request to marry Tatsukawa Toru in exchange for her life.

at this time.

Having lost everything, Maki Nijo glared fiercely at the young lady.

"Monster, freak, I knew I shouldn't have given birth to you!"

Ryukawa Tetsu stopped Nijo Maki, while Imamura Yuukawa stopped the young lady.

The bizarre and absurd scene resembled an absurd family drama.

"I'll give you another chance."

Long Chuanche leaned close to the woman's ear, ignoring the young lady's pleas behind him.

"what?"

On the verge of collapse, Maki Nijo looked at Toru Ryukawa with hope.

He glanced at the young lady, then at Maki Nijo.

Longchuan Che made a two, then a one.

"Really?"

A sinister look appeared on the woman's face.

"of course."

Longchuan Che smiled calmly and then released his hand.

The moment they let go, someone picked up a samurai sword from the ground.

Light and shadow and blood.

The knife pierced someone's body, no one knows.

Maki Nijo and Natsuko Imamura fell to the ground together.

(End of this chapter)