Demon Capital Slayer

Chapter 137 Confusing
How can I describe that stab?
Free and unrestrained, like a dragon reaching out its claws.

Beneath its unremarkable exterior lies an unyielding and domineering will.

For a moment, the corridor fell into complete silence.

Yamato Masami swallowed hard, his back completely soaked with sweat. The situation before him was beyond his comprehension.

Curses should exist in the spiritual dimension formed by the human mind and consciousness. Apart from various secret methods of breaking them, how could they be cut off by a single sword?
That sword doesn't look like a powerful spirit sword.

In other words, it can only be due to human factors.

As an official exorcist who received accelerated training in exorcism, Yamato Masami had no way to learn any profound techniques, so he had to work hard on hand-to-hand combat and swordsmanship. His teacher had casually mentioned that becoming a swordsman did not require profound visualization techniques; even a mortal with low spirituality could do it, as long as one was strong enough!

What is right before our eyes is what is meant by being strong enough.

A true swordsman, a swordsman who is only sixteen years old.

Its power is achieved purely through swordsmanship, without any external factors.

Yamato Masami found this incomprehensible. He thought he had been diligent enough by practicing swordsmanship to the point of urinating blood, yet he didn't even have the right to stand in front of his opponent. It was truly baffling.

"...Spell collapse?"

Sakurai Toshio's throat bobbed, barely managing to squeeze out a sound from between his teeth, and before he knew it, he was covered in sweat.

"What is that?" Upon hearing the unfamiliar term, Yujian couldn't help but look at this senior who had also attended Shinkiin High School.

"The phenomenon of forcibly destroying an already formed spell to smooth out the ripples caused by the power of the Netherworld in the mortal realm is called spell collapse."

The person who answered him was Mai Jinguji. She and Kazuki Shiraishi reacted quickly and ran out of the lounge as soon as they heard the commotion.

Unexpectedly, in just a few seconds, Yujian had already dealt with the person who caused the problem.

"That's it."

Ignoring who gave the answer, Yu Jian narrowed his eyes, vaguely catching a glimpse of inspiration.

Therefore, he didn't even put down the hollyhock he was carrying, and just stood there lost in thought.

Seeing this, Mai Jinguji raised her hand to signal the others to be quiet, and then lowered her voice to ask her subordinates questions.

"What just happened?"

"Ah, yes!" Yamato Masami finally came to his senses.

"Keep your voice down."

"Yes."

“I was just conducting a routine interrogation when the suspect suddenly fainted while recounting her past experiences. Then she started going berserk. She first used brute force to break the handcuffs and restraints, and then attacked me. After the suspect rushed out of the interrogation room…” Yamato Masami hesitated, looking at the white-haired boy who was deep in thought.

Although he did not say it explicitly, his meaning was quite clear.

Then, the rampaging suspect was blasted off the stage.

"The spell that affected the suspect resembled a curse or oath. Considering it was triggered during a routine interrogation, I suspect the spell was planted long ago and was triggered by keywords or specific actions," Yamato Masami stammered.

Although being knocked unconscious by the suspect was embarrassing, his reasoning was remarkably clear and logical, demonstrating a solid foundation in spell identification. Considering this is a required course at exorcism colleges, it's not surprising.

"Was there a recording of the questioning just now?" Mai Jinguji accurately grasped the key point.

"Yes." Yamato Masami nodded vigorously.

“...It could also be a timed-onset type,” Shiraishi Kazuki suggested.

“That possibility cannot be ruled out.” Mai Jinguji’s expression grew increasingly serious.

If it's just a simple emotional dispute, even though it involves curses and high-risk magical artifacts, it's still not difficult to handle. This method can be used to silence witnesses. The people involved are no longer ordinary illegal spiritual users; a heavy hand is necessary!
On the other side, Yu Jian suddenly let out a long breath. He looked the same, yet seemed somewhat different.

Ignoring the stares of others, the white-haired boy shook the still unconscious Jinmu Kui in his hand.

"How to deal with it?"

“The Countermeasures Division has experts in this area, and besides, the curse has been broken.” Mai Jinguji spoke very politely, her eyes inadvertently glancing at the white hair, but not lingering for long.

"Excuse me, how did you do that? Logically speaking, curses shouldn't have a physical form, so how could you use an ordinary sword..." Yamato Masami couldn't help but ask, instinctively using polite language. He was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

"Yamato! That's so rude!" Shiraishi slapped the new recruit from the Countermeasures Division on the back of the head as soon as he mounted him.

Although Shiraishi himself was curious, he knew that such questions about spiritual practices were not to be asked casually.

"Oh, I just think I can do it." Yu Jian wasn't angry; he simply brushed it off with a casual remark.

He is still unsure whether that spark of inspiration was correct.

If I'm not mistaken, it might not take three months...

"We will keep the suspect under proper supervision afterward. Also, illegal practitioners skilled in curses are extremely dangerous, and the Countermeasures Division will definitely investigate this matter thoroughly," Mai Jinguji said earnestly.

"I hope so." Yujian put down Jinmu Kui and said nothing more.

There are many things hidden behind this whole incident, but what does it have to do with a sixteen-year-old high school student like myself? Let those government-employed adults worry about it.

The only thing to worry about is whether there will be any more trouble with Sister Mingmei.

"Mountains crumble, people run away; praying to gods and Buddhas is not as good as relying on yourself." As Yu Jian walked out of the Countermeasures Department building, some thoughts began to emerge in his mind.

"Ah, junior, wait for me." Sakurai Toshio suddenly caught up from behind.

"I drove here, let me give you a ride."

"Thank you for your trouble, senior." Mikami didn't stand on ceremony; he could tell that Sakurai Toshio probably had something else to say to him.

"Small things."

Not long after, a round-nosed yellow sedan drove out of the underground parking garage. As the name suggests, the car was indeed very small.

The Fiat 500F was first produced in 1968. God knows where Toshio Sakurai dug up this old relic.

This car is a classic urban compact sedan. It's more of a microcar than a small car, with a total length of only three and a half meters and a width of slightly over one and a half meters. It looks like a large toy car, comparable to the old man's car of later generations.

Mitsurugi first learned about this car through a new theatrical version of a classic old anime produced after the turn of the millennium. Given his height, he had to curl up completely to fit into the car.

But Yu Jian really liked the style of the car, so he didn't complain about the cramped interior and got in after opening the passenger door.

"I'm sorry, the agency's resources are limited, and we can only afford this kind of second-hand classic car." Toshio Sakurai smiled apologetically, then couldn't help but sigh.

"I really caused my junior a lot of trouble today."

"It was just an accident." Yu Jian shook his head; he wasn't an unreasonable person.

“The Hyakki Group.” Sakurai Toshio suddenly uttered a word.

"Huh?" Yu Jian looked at him in surprise.

“Within the Tokyo metropolitan area, only this Yakuza uses the Hannya Oni mask as its emblem,” Toshio Sakurai shrugged.

"Time is limited. I had just gathered this much information when I heard that you and Grandpa Milo were involved in the spiritual disaster, so I rushed over immediately."

Yu Jian then realized what the other person was talking about.

Previously, he had commissioned this detective senior to investigate a yakuza group wearing the Hannya badge. The group was allegedly colluding with the current head of the Chiba family and might be the culprit behind the predicament faced by the orphanage where Ama-senpai resided.

Unlike the unbridled freedom within the Dream of Asura, Yujian always behaved with great restraint in the real world. However, after witnessing the unreliability of the Countermeasures Department, his mindset underwent a slight change.

"Where is that group's headquarters?" Yu Jian asked casually.

"Don't be impulsive. Although it has only been established for a little over ten years, the Hyakki-gumi has grown at an absurdly fast pace. After defeating several other established Yakuza groups last year, it has become the largest underground violent organization in all of Tokyo." Toshio Sakurai gripped the steering wheel, his previously relaxed tone turning serious.

"Besides, this name is easy to associate with the Hundred Tales and the Oni Clan, so I strongly suspect that the other party is not just an ordinary Yakuza."

"I see." Yu Jian remained noncommittal.

"Then we need to deliver even stronger blows."

"what?"

(End of this chapter)