Tokyoites don't have martial virtue

After his palm was cut by the rusty blade, Kyushu Makoto fell into a strange daze, and a bizarre scene gradually appeared in his mind, a memory that did not belong to him.

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During the late Edo period, the iron ships and cannons of the western powers forced open the gates of Wano Country, plunging the country into political turmoil.

Soon, a group of rebels calling themselves "anti-foreign patriots" emerged in Wano Country, attempting to expel the foreign invaders and save the country from its dire straits.

A village boy was moved by the spirit of the "anti-foreign patriots." So he took a samurai sword and went alone to the deep mountains to train, hoping to one day become a powerful samurai and join the anti-foreign army.

The boy's most admired samurai was "Minamoto no Yoshitsune," the legendary hero who was a household name in the country of Wano.

Legend has it that Minamoto no Yoshitsune once leaped over eight warships in succession during the Battle of Dan-no-ura to escape the enemy's pursuit, a feat known as the "Eight-Ship Jump".

The boy was most fascinated by this legend, so he practiced his sword in the deep mountains while imagining the hero's heroic figure leaping over warships on the battlefield.

Six years later, the boy believed he had mastered his divine skills and decided to descend the mountain to make his way in the world, becoming a renowned warrior who would expel foreign invaders.

The boy named himself "Yuan Yiyong" and nicknamed "Little Yijing," which is similar to "Little Zhang Fei" and "Little Zhuge" in the Water Margin.

When he first came down the mountain, he was indeed invincible, defeating several bandits and outlaws, which made him even more spirited.

When he arrived in a town to inquire about information about anti-foreign patriots, he was attracted by a passing geisha.

He followed the geisha all the way to the red-light district, and was immediately captivated by her beauty. He was so delighted that he could not move his feet and lost all interest in fighting against foreign invaders and serving his country.

In the end, he laid down his sword and began to frequent brothels and red-light districts, eventually dying drunk in the arms of beautiful women.

The katana that had been with him throughout his life had long been sold to a pawnshop—until it rusted, broke, and became unwanted scrap metal.

"I hate that my master, who was destined to become a renowned warrior, was seduced by beauty."

The broken sword happened to be discarded in a well with abundant spiritual energy, and its resentment gradually materialized over a century.

"They're all women. Women are all bewitching demons. It's all because of women that my master has fallen into this state! I will kill them all! I will slaughter all the women in the world! Heaven punishes all!"

Thus, a tsukumogami was born, and it began to roam the world, attempting to hunt down any "femme fatale" it encountered.

【.】

Kyushu Makoto's eyes regained their clarity, and he quickly came to his senses.

He still clutched the broken knife in his hand, his palm still aching from the constant cutting, though the bleeding had stopped.

"Damn it, what the hell is this!" Kyushu Makoto cursed, throwing the knife to the ground.

Eliza, who was waiting nearby, spoke up: "You're awake?"

"What happened to me just now?" Kyushu Makoto stared at the blood-stained broken sword on the ground, took out a tissue from his pocket to wipe his hands, and wondered whether he should bandage them.

"Did you just see a scene that looked like a slideshow?" Eliza crossed her arms and looked at him curiously.

"It seems so," Kyushu Makoto replied uncertainly.

“It seems you have the talent of ‘psychic abilities,’ and are not just a stone person.” Eliza nodded thoughtfully.

"Psychic?"

"Simply put, you should have just seen this tsukumogami's memories," Eliza explained.

"People with this talent can resonate with spiritual beings and peer into their memories, or have their memories peered into, depending on which side is stronger."

"Wait... does that mean I have superpowers?!" Kyushu Makoto's eyes widened in surprise, and he began to get excited.

"Oh, this ability isn't exactly common, but it's not particularly powerful either." Eliza quickly poured cold water on the idea, pulling a talisman from her pocket:

"This is a 'spirit talisman,' which is very cheap to make and has similar effects to 'spirit constitution.' It can also read minds of spirits."

"So you mean my ability can be easily replaced by a talisman?" Kyushu Makoto frowned.

"Of course. Just be a stone statue, it's not shameful." Eliza Qinggong smiled with a barely perceptible curve.

"Never mind, it doesn't matter." Kyushu Makoto decided to stop dwelling on this issue and focus on dealing with the monster first.

If what he just saw was indeed the memory of this spirit, then its reason for being so obsessed with hunting women in the sex industry becomes obvious.

Kyushu Makoto crouched down, gazing intently at the rusty, broken sword:

"Because your previous owner was obsessed with women and abandoned you, you specifically target people in the sex industry?"

Upon hearing this, the broken sword immediately began to shake violently, the blade scraping against the floor with a piercing metallic sound.

"It seems you understand me too!" The broken sword emitted a strange sound through vibration, sounding almost like human speech:

"If not for the bewitching of the enchantress, my master would surely have become a renowned swordsman! The enchantress is the one who tempts the strong to fall!"

Immediately afterwards, the broken sword floated into the air again—this time, it pointed one end of the hilt towards Kyushu Makoto, as if suggesting that he reach out and grasp it.

"I have been defeated by you twice, and I have nothing more to say!" the broken sword spoke again:

"You are surely the strong one I seek! Please allow me to follow you and become your weapon!"

After he finished speaking, a blue magic circle the size of a bowl appeared on the hilt of the broken sword, constantly rotating and emitting faint light.

"Huh?" Kyushu Makoto looked completely bewildered.

"Hmph, interesting." Qinggong Eliza snorted lightly, "It wants to form a contract with you."

Upon hearing this word, Makoto Kyushu's mind gradually conjured up the contents of the guidebook.

Theoretically, humans and spiritual beings are inherently incompatible, destined to fight to the death. However, in rare cases, a contract can be formed between the two, and these contracts generally fall into three categories:

Domination contracts, equality contracts, and parasitic contracts.

A dominance contract refers to a situation where one party holds the dominant position, while the other acts as a slave. Such a contract can only succeed if one party possesses overwhelming power.

A cooperation agreement is based on the principle of equality, mutual assistance, and win-win cooperation between the two parties.

A parasitic contract refers to two parties sharing a body. The original owner of the body usually holds the dominant position, but if the other party is too powerful, a situation of possession may occur.

This contract is not like a legal agreement; it is a covenant binding souls. If one party breaches the contract, the soul will suffer a severe backlash, possibly even resulting in immediate death.

“Judging from the color of the light emanating from the contract array, it wants to sign an equal contract with you,” said Elizabeth Qinggong.

"That's right! You have the potential to become a strong person!" The broken sword vibrated excitedly, emitting a series of crisp ringing sounds:

"Make a deal with me! Help me kill all the women in the world, and I will become your ally!"

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Kyushu Makoto and Seigaku Elizabeth both fell silent.

After a moment, Kyushu Makoto frowned and asked, "Say that again?"

"I will kill every woman in the world! All women are bewitching demons, they all deserve to die!" The broken sword's voice grew increasingly impassioned:

"Come! Make a pact with me! Do not hesitate!"

Kyushu Makoto took a deep breath and remained silent for a moment with a gloomy expression.

"Let me confirm again." Kyushu Makoto glanced at Kiyomiya Elizabeth, whose face was equally gloomy, and casually asked:

"Spiritual beings have no human rights, so they don't have to take responsibility for being killed, right?"

“That’s right.” The girl nodded.

"I understand." Kyushu Makoto grabbed the handle of the broken sword and forcefully hammered the blade into the concrete floor.

"You damn bastard, may you be reborn into a better family in your next life."

119. Demon Blade

Kyushu Makoto gripped the hilt tightly and relentlessly slammed the blade into the concrete floor—a few more hits and the remaining half of the blade would break off.

"Stop! Are you insane?" The broken sword trembled violently, trying to escape from Kyushu Makoto's grasp:

"You ungrateful brat, why don't you make a deal with me?!"

Several sharp sword energies suddenly burst forth from the broken blade, scraping several bloody marks on Kyushu Makoto's palm and forearm, as if he were making a final, desperate struggle.

Ignoring the pain from his wounds, Kyushu Makoto continued to slam the blade into the ground.

"Why would I make such an absurd deal with you?" Kyushu Makoto cursed, glaring at the broken sword, his eyes flashing with a deep and crazed killing intent.

"Kill all women? Are you kidding me! Just because your master is obsessed with women, you're going to resent all the women in the world?"

"Women are all evil demons, they deserve to be killed!" Broken Blade retorted without hesitation.

"You're a man, why are you siding with this witch?!"

"Bullshit! What men and women? We're all human!" Kyushu Makoto glared angrily and shouted.

"Your master fell into depravity because he lacked willpower and couldn't resist temptation! Even without women, he might have become addicted to gambling. Tobacco was his own fault, yet you want to vent your anger on all the women in the world? Absurd!"

Under Makoto Kyushu's violent destruction, the blade has clearly begun to bend and deform.

"You...you say I'm absurd?" The broken sword's voice grew weaker and weaker.

"Could it be that I've done something wrong?! I haven't done anything wrong, you're the one who's absurd!"

Kyushu Makoto snorted coldly: "Then you might as well go die, since you're not going to jail anyway."

"Ding--!"

The rusty blade struck the ground again, the black aura on the broken sword dimmed to the point of being invisible, indicating that the consciousness of this tsukumogami was about to disappear.

"Please, please don't kill me," came the broken voice pleading for mercy.