Demon Capital Slayer

Chapter 138 The Girl's Sleepless Night

Due to certain historical reasons, the Yakuza, or violent groups, are considered a legal organization in Japan.

A powerful Yakuza organization can have its members establish second-generation branches and continue to expand downwards to third, fourth, and even fifth, sixth, and seventh generation affiliated organizations.

These organizations, through family-style kinship ties and a system of regularly paying "tribute," are either directly or indirectly governed by the first-generation organization, thus forming a considerable multi-level power structure.

In other words, powerful yakuza groups may have tens of thousands of members, and their sphere of influence covers all walks of life and extends throughout the country, making them a kind of grassroots management organization in another sense.

Moreover, there may be illegal practitioners hiding behind the Hundred Demons Group.

Sakurai Toshio found it hard to understand why Mitsurugi Akira would so easily decide to fight against him.

At this moment, the tall, white-haired boy was squinting and curled up in the passenger seat.

He looked like a large, crouching cat, exuding an aura of peace that bordered on laziness.

However, the glint of light emanating from those azure eyes was sharper than any sword.

Yu Jian is thinking.

While it may be described as a powerful strike, it doesn't mean it's a mindless, reckless act.

Now that they knew the other party's identity, the swordsmen began to take control of the upper house.

Observe, analyze, and then kill with a single sword strike!

First, he needs to identify his target. Mitsurugi doesn't plan to challenge the whole world alone for now, after all, he's just a sixteen-year-old male high school swordsman.

Because they had fought alongside Milo, the Sword and Breeze Detective Agency had established a basic level of trust.

After a moment's thought, he briefly explained to Sakurai Toshio the problems facing Amane Suzune and the orphanage. Of course, he only covered the Chiba family's situation and didn't mention sensitive information such as the Steel House Company or military-grade spiritual energy weapons.

"So that's how it is." Toshio Sakurai frowned.

“Since the previous head of the family retired, the Chiba family has been relatively quiet in recent years, and has probably completely declined. As for the Hyakki-gumi and its subordinate branches, there are indeed organizations within them that are particularly interested in famous swords and precious blades…” The detective senior hesitated for a moment before finally naming a person.

"Sword Hunting Party".

"This name is really straightforward," Yu Jian immediately remarked.

“Indeed.” Toshio Sakurai smiled, but his expression quickly turned serious again.

"I will focus my investigation on this aspect later."

"Also, junior, please be careful and never believe in any so-called benevolence or chivalry. Those are just empty words used to deceive people. The real Yakuza are all despicable scoundrels who are best at all kinds of underhanded tricks and despicable schemes."

"Hmm." Yu Jian nodded, keeping these words in mind.

At the same time, he was also curious about what level of power a swordsman-level would be in the current inner world.
"A swordsman."

Sakurai Toshio clicked his tongue and glanced with considerable emotion at the strikingly handsome white-haired boy beside him.

"According to the rating system released by the International Spiritual Energy Agency, those below the fourth level can basically do whatever they want."

"Of course, in actual combat, various secret techniques or other factors must be considered. But once the distance is closed, a low-level cultivator without a Dharma Body is unlikely to withstand the attack of a sword master."

"However, the upper limit of a swordsman is limited, so it would be best for you to find a visualization technique, junior." Sakurai Toshio's words were quite pertinent.

"I see." Yu Jian nodded.

The two chatted about various things for a while, then gradually fell silent.

Yu Jian recalled the fleeting inspiration he had just captured.

After yet another adventure in the mortal world, his ability to cut through iron seems to have improved.

The essence of this power requires the sword as a medium to allow the self-will, which originally only exists at the spiritual level, to interfere with external reality.

Previously, inspired by Sister A-Lu, the obsession she had broken was related to swords. In addition, she learned from Amamiya Suzune about the fragments left behind by a sword saint in the past.

Transcending the boundaries of the sword, letting the world hear its voice... The sword strike he once wielded in seeking the Dao inexplicably surfaced in Yu Jian's mind.

Combined with the previous footage of severing the curse in the Countermeasures Division building.

At this point, everything was connected.

As if by natural progression, a certain enlightenment quietly emerged in my mind.

How can one advance further in the art of swordsmanship? It is by completely breaking free from the constraints of the sword itself, allowing one's will to more freely interfere with external reality.

A flying slash? Breaking magic with a sword?
It's readily available!

At that time, even the ethereal and intangible spirit can be severed.

Considering that willpower is closely related to spirit, the power of the Netherworld, which represents the spiritual dimension, may be more susceptible to the power of cutting iron than physical matter in the mortal world.

When the sword touches the spell, the two sides will engage in a contest based on their spiritual strength, much like a grappling match.

Swordsmen hone their willpower through life-or-death battles, but their overall strength is still far from matching that of practitioners who directly cultivate their spirit through visualization.

However, he was not simply a swordsman.

He is both a swordsman and a cultivator...

A term quietly surfaced in Yu Jian's mind.

Forcibly suppress overly divergent thinking and constantly remind yourself not to aim too high.

But the joy in my heart continued to expand rapidly like a balloon.

That said, when I severed the curse just now, I didn't seem to encounter any resistance on the sword...

Was it because the caster was too far away? Or did the curse on Jinmu Kui's neck only contain a small amount of spiritual power? Was she actually resisting that power?
After pondering for a long time, Yu Jian still couldn't reach a conclusion. He couldn't help but sigh that there was still so much to learn, and he was indeed still a novice in cultivation.

[Kill... Annihilate...]

"Hmm?" Yu Jian's brows twitched.

"What's wrong?" Seeing his behavior, Toshio Sakurai couldn't help but ask.

"Did you hear anything, senior?" Yu Jian asked seemingly casually, but his hand quietly touched the hilt of his sword.

"No." Toshio Sakurai was taken aback at first, then shook his head to indicate that he had not heard any sound.

"It's probably just my imagination," Yu Jian said, dismissing the matter simply.

He suddenly realized that the strange "kill" sound he had just heard did not come from the outside, but rather quietly emerged from within his mind.

Could it be related to imagery or visualization? Is something wrong?

Just then, the Fiat 500, which was not much bigger than a shoebox, arrived at its destination.

After saying goodbye to Toshio Sakurai, Mitsurugi walked solemnly down the street toward his home.

On the way, his phone vibrated twice, indicating that a new message had arrived, but he couldn't care less about that at the moment.

Just as he was speeding towards his home on his sword, a figure not far ahead made him stop in his tracks.

The streetlights cast a dim, yellowish glow, and a young girl smiled as she looked this way.

She wore a pale yellow dress with a ribbon tied around her waist, revealing a slender yet not slender figure.

Her long, black hair wasn't braided like it was during the day; instead, it was casually draped down, seemingly blending into the surrounding night, exuding a captivating charm that was impossible to look away from.

Immediately, I heard a greeting from Aizen Yuriko.

Good evening, wise ruler.

(End of this chapter)