Demon Capital Slayer

Chapter 135 It seems this phone call can't be made for the time being.
Watching that solitary figure disappear into the distance, Bai Shiyi couldn't help but curl his lip.

"To be honest, I don't like that kid."

"Well, I'm the opposite." Mai Jinguji crossed her arms and gave a cryptic smile.

"Why? That inconsistent and rude behavior..." Shiraishi Kazuki frowned.

“That’s not the case,” Mai Jinguji interrupted.

"Didn't you notice? That boy is angry."

"Huh?" Shiraishi Ichiki looked at his superior in surprise.

"They're probably dissatisfied with the current situation."

Mai Jinguji's expression grew increasingly subtle, as if she had seen an extremely rare and precious species.

"Young people always express their dissatisfaction in the most direct way."

"That kid probably thought the Countermeasures Division was the protector of ordinary people, so he always maintained the most basic respect. Later, he found out that we guys were just office workers who did our jobs day in and day out. Oh well, it's only natural that he was angry."

Hearing this, Shiraishi Kazuki couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. He was the kind of 'monk' who only treated his position in the Countermeasures Division as a job.

Then, Mai Jinguji was seen with a look of nostalgia on her face.

"Perhaps he felt the world shouldn't be like this."

At this moment, Yu Jian was oblivious to the state of the world; he was simply staring at his phone, lost in thought.

Should we call back?
He touched the button, but then froze, sensing someone approaching.

Before the newcomer could speak, Yu Jian looked up at him first.

"Good evening, senior." The white-haired boy took the initiative to speak, and the unexpected turn of events surprised Sakurai Toshio.

Then, the young detective with the strange broom-shaped hairstyle showed an embarrassed but polite expression.

At his feet crouched the exhausted dog god Milo.

To be honest, Yu Jian didn't expect to see such obvious class vibes in a dog, and couldn't help but smile.

"Whoa, don't use flashbangs!" Toshio Sakurai playfully raised his hands and waved them in front of his face.

This joke immediately dispelled any awkwardness.

Yu Jian shook his head, walked over and greeted the other person.

"Ahem, Toshio, have you forgotten what I just said?" Milo coughed lightly as a reminder.

“Oh right.” Sakurai Toshio clenched his left fist and lightly clenched his right palm. He suddenly adopted a serious expression and then bowed to Mitsurugi.

"I'm very sorry, it's because the evidence I collected in the early stages was incomplete that I've caused you so much trouble, Mitsurugi-kun." When he said this, there was no trace of a smile on Sakurai Toshio's face; he looked extremely serious.

"It was just an accident." Yu Jian shook his head.

The deed is done, and there's no point in blaming others now, especially since the other party can't be entirely blamed.

The key point is that the result wasn't bad; not only did he reunite with a friend, but he also gained a completely new understanding of swordsmanship.

When finally confronting the Black Ships, that special sense of perceiving the outside world with one's 'heart' foreshadowed a certain possibility.

In every sense, he has achieved great success.

"Oh right, please keep this safe. Consider it an apology, although it's not anything particularly valuable." Sakurai Toshio took a metal box out of his shoulder bag.

"What is this?" Yu Jian didn't refuse; accepting a gift at this time could actually bring the two sides closer.

He was just a little surprised, wondering what exactly this metal box was.
After glancing around and making sure no one was around, Sakurai Toshio continued, "I heard you've made some progress in Tokoyaku?"

“That’s true.” Yu Jian nodded.

"That's right. Apart from natural materials that haven't undergone any further processing, the spoils from adventures in the Outer World often can't be directly brought back to the Real World." Toshio Sakurai began to explain some common knowledge that Mitsurugi didn't know.

But the first sentence puzzled him. If that was the case, how did Sister Lu's ammunition pack, which she was selling for free, end up in the real world? It didn't seem to be made from natural materials at all.

“Items that have been held in the mortal world for a period of time may become the spoils of a cultivator, and they will temporarily attach themselves to the holder. Of course, you cannot see them directly in the mortal world. Their location is in a temporary interlayer between the mortal world and the underworld, somewhat similar to the mortal world. If you don’t find something to contain their power, they will disappear after a while.”

“Imagery?” Mitsurugi suddenly spoke. Sakurai Toshio’s description reminded him of other things, such as the broken blade, Extinction of Three Thousand Void, which was broken after the battle between the Kingdom of Painting and the Dragon of Annihilation, and the gauntlet fragments of the Armor of Virtue, Holy White Oath of Seven Virtues.

"Yes, some scholars believe that these spoils of war are essentially a kind of alternative image. Because they contain some worldly matter, they can sustain themselves for a period of time. But if they are not placed in the ordinary world, they will eventually dissipate due to the pull of the two dimensions."

"So this box..." Yu Jian had a vague guess.

"Think of this special container, which simulates the environment of the ordinary world, as an equipment box in an RPG game."

Toshio Sakurai's analogy is very intuitive, and any young person who has played games can understand it immediately.

"I've heard that the ancients would make similar items using jade boxes or parchment. But now the most popular are these specially treated lead alloy square boxes, which can last for a long time as long as you regularly input spiritual energy into them."

"Thank you." Yu Jian thought for a moment, then realized that the value of the Pure Fire Courtyard was far greater than he had expected.

On the surface, he simply thanked Toshio Sakurai.

"Oh, junior, you're too kind. This is just an apology." Sakurai Toshio scratched his cheek, his tone becoming cheerful again.

"Min-o, you really can't be serious for more than three seconds," Milo complained.

"Alright, alright, old man, you should go and rest first." Sakurai Toshio rolled his eyes, took out a rectangular piece of white paper with a pentagram drawn on it, and stuck it on the dog's head.

"Woof! You little..." Before he could finish speaking, Milo was sucked into it.

"What is that?" Yu Jian asked curiously as he watched the scene unfold.

Considering the relationship between the two parties, he naturally did not believe that Toshio Sakurai would harm Milo.

"Oh, it's just a mass-produced talisman with a Kikyo mark on it. It can be used to contain shikigami and is also suitable for spirits like Inugami to rest," Sakurai Toshio explained simply.

"I see..." Yu Jian touched the back of his neck and nodded as if he understood.

"Sakurai-senpai, how can I bring the spoils of my adventures in the Otherworld into the present world?"

Driven by a certain instinct—that of a squirrel party member, a complete collector, and a platinum achievement enthusiast—Yujian subconsciously raised this question.

"Good question!" Toshio Sakurai snapped his fingers.

"Just like I mentioned earlier, we need to find a suitable vessel, and then, similar to how a cultivator uses spiritual power to inscribe an image into their soul, we attach worldly objects to real-world objects, and the two become one..."

"Ta-da!" The senior from Shinkiin High School imitated Doraemon's classic voice in a strange tone before revealing the answer.

"The magic weapon!"

"I see." Yu Jian nodded, a look of understanding on his face.

He speculated in his mind that cultivators and craftsmen might be able to directly create magical artifacts by visualizing and attaching images to them, without having to go through the adventures of the mortal world.

"Generally speaking, the closer the carrier is to the loot itself, the better. If that's not possible, you can also try to attach it by lowering the quality of the artifact."

“If you’re really interested, I’ll find you a couple of related books next time,” Toshio Sakurai said.

"Then thank you in advance, senior." Yu Jian nodded, wanting to say something more.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, both of them showed wary expressions, their senses allowing them to detect the special fluctuations belonging to the power of the Netherworld.

Thump! A loud noise came from the detention room at the end of the corridor.

Boom! With a muffled thud, the metal door of the detention cell was broken from the inside.

With her eyes glowing red, Nishiki Aoi stumbled into the corridor.

The blonde girl raised her hand to her neck, her face contorted in pain.

"Aaaaaaahhhhh!" The girl let out a desperate scream, revealing two pairs of sharp canines.

Then, she looked up at the sword.

The latter tilted his head slightly.

(End of this chapter)