Tokyoites don't have martial virtue

"But how can you change a monster like you?" Kyushu Makoto gripped the hilt of his sword, his eyes filled with hatred.

"Since you've lost to me and won't listen to advice, then just obediently die!"

"Please...don't kill me..." The cyan magic circle on the hilt of the broken sword vanished rapidly. In its place, a bright red magic circle appeared:

"I want to become the greatest sword in the world. I don't want my sword to just disappear like this."

"Say what you will, maybe in your next life." Kyushu Makoto had no intention of showing any mercy.

"Wait a minute!" Qinggong Eliza quickly stepped forward and grabbed his wrist.

"What's wrong?" Kyushu Makoto frowned, puzzled.

"Didn't you see the magic circle change color?" Eliza raised an eyebrow, reminding her.

"This is a contract of domination; it is willing to be your servant."

"Huh?" Kyushu Makoto stopped what he was doing and looked at the broken sword in his hand.

"Please don't kill me. I'm willing to obey your commands." The broken blade emitted a pleading sound through a slight vibration, like an obsession:

"I don't want to die yet; I want to become a renowned sword of a warrior whose name will be known throughout the world."

"Heh~" Kyushu Makoto revealed a disdainful look:

"You're begging for mercy now? It seems you're just a cowardly and selfish guy. I thought you had some sense of chivalry."

Kyushu Makoto turned to Elizabeth and asked, "Do you think I should agree to the contract? After signing it, won't it try to betray me?"

"No! Absolutely not!" The broken sword trembled with excitement. "Don't you understand the meaning? I willingly became your servant!"

“It’s right. In a domination contract, the master can unconditionally issue orders to the servant, and the servant will suffer repercussions if they disobey.” Qinggong Eliza nodded.

"Moreover, if the master dies, the servant will die with him, but the reverse is not true."

"In other words, the domination contract is absolutely advantageous to the master?" Kyushu Makoto confirmed again.

"If it were me, I would directly form a contract with this tsukumogami. If I find it troublesome later, I can just order it to die." Kiyomiya Eliza said deliberately in a very calm tone:

“It’s rare for a spirit species to voluntarily sign a domination contract, and the fact that you encountered one on your very first mission is making me a little annoyed.”

Kyushu Makoto stared at the small red magic circle flashing on the sword hilt, and after thinking for a moment, placed his palm on it.

The moment the red magic circle touched his palm, Kyushu Makoto's brain also trembled slightly.

He looked down at the broken knife in his hand again and suddenly felt that "this knife is a part of my body".

Out of curiosity, Kyushu Makoto asked, "Want me to spin around in the air?"

The broken sword suddenly slipped from his hand, bounced around, and landed back in his grasp.

“You don’t need to say it out loud, just give the command in your mind.” Qinggong Eliza raised her chin slightly.

Kyushu Makoto tried to issue a few not-too-excessive orders in his mind, and the broken sword indeed carried them out strictly.

"As my lord requests, I will no longer hunt witches." The broken sword vibrated slightly, and its tone became humble: "From this day forward, I am my lord's sword, and I only ask that one day my lord's name will resound throughout the world."

Kyushu Makoto was used to the monster's sudden change in attitude—many Wano Country people were bullies who preyed on the weak and respected the strong, and might be more easily persuaded by force than by reason.

"But you're just a broken sword, what can you do?" Kyushu Makoto asked, puzzled.

"I have made a fool of myself before my lord." The broken sword trembled slightly, and a dense black aura gradually emanated from its blade.

A moment later, the broken blade was covered by a pure black, unidentified substance. The black substance quickly condensed, forming a complete, jet-black blade.

Kyushu Makoto tried to swing his sword at the bushes beside him, but the black blade sliced ​​through the leaves and branches without any resistance, splitting them all in half. There were even traces of corrosion left at the clean cut.

At the same time, he could also feel a familiar energy emanating from the blade as it slashed, causing the surrounding air to distort and tremble—it must be spiritual energy.

"Very sharp, a good knife," Kyushu Makoto commented. "What other abilities do you have? Can you transform into human form like before?"

"I'm so sorry, I can't do it." The broken sword vibrated in frustration: "My human form has been destroyed by my lord, and now I can only maintain my original form."

"Fine, I'll use you as a weapon then." Kyushu Makoto wasn't discouraged, and asked again:

"What should I call you?"

"I have no name," the broken sword murmured softly. "Please bestow a name upon me, my lord."

“Then let’s use your original owner’s name.” Kyushu Makoto didn’t intend to dwell on this issue: “Let’s just call you ‘Minamoto Giyu’.”

"As you wish."

"You belong to me now, but never forget the sins of killing people you committed," Kyushu Makoto said solemnly.

"From now on, your purpose in life is to help me defeat the monsters that harm humans and protect their safety. You will never be able to repay this sin in your lifetime."

“My lord’s teachings are true; I will keep them in mind.”

Half an hour later, the police's demon-hunting division sent people to seal off the scene and coordinate with the two exorcists to arrange the aftermath.

After learning that the culprit of the case, [Kujito], had signed a domination contract with Kyushu Makoto, the Demon Hunter Department didn't say much, only asking him to go to the Onmyōryō (Bureau of Yin and Yang) the next day to register his "familiar".

"That's enough for today, it's time to go home." Qinggong Eliza checked the time on her phone; it was almost midnight.

"Working until this late every day, and having to go to school tomorrow, do exorcists not need to sleep?" Kyushu Makoto yawned, remembering the embarrassing incident of falling asleep in class today.

"Isn't it because someone wasted time selling trucks for a '90% or even 100% chance of winning'?" Qinggong Elizabeth stretched her arms.

"However, considering the plan succeeded, I'll let it go."

She got into her sports car and said one last thing before leaving: "Let's meet at the Yin-Yang Bureau at 5 pm tomorrow to settle the matter."

“No problem.” Kyushu Seiya stepped onto his truck.

Two beams of light pierced the road in the dead of night, and the two cars left the crime scene one after the other.

120. Summer Vacation Arrangements

Kyushu Makoto drove to a paid parking lot near the rental house and parked the truck for the night.

He heard that the Yin-Yang Bureau headquarters has a private parking lot for employees, and it's free for members. He'll park his truck there tomorrow and drive it out every time he goes on a mission.

In addition, he also plans to take out a portion of the commission fee and return it to Elizabeth of the Qing Palace.

This little girl was aloof and spoke rudely. But at least she was generous and didn't put on airs, so she wasn't exactly a bad kid; it's just that her personality was quite awkward.

Even though buying the car would be a piece of cake for her, Kyushu Makoto didn't want to owe her a favor. Besides, she seemed to have saved Momiji's life, and he had to find a way to repay that debt.

Back home, Kyushu Makoto placed the rusty, broken sword on the table. He then found a discarded old curtain, cut it to a suitable size, and wrapped it around the blade.

This demonic sword is currently without a scabbard, and black energy is constantly emanating from it, making one feel uneasy having it nearby.

Qing Gong Yili said he would go to the Yin-Yang Bureau tomorrow and could pay a craftsman to make a scabbard for him.

Just as Kyushu Makoto was preparing to rest and go to sleep, the broken sword "Minamoto no Yoshiyuki" suddenly vibrated: "When my lord rests, shall I keep watch at night?"

"No need, just be quiet and stop making a ruckus," Kyushu Makoto ordered impatiently.

Kyushu Makoto had already given the broken sword orders in advance, forbidding it from harming anyone without permission or leaving his side by more than five meters.

Thanks to the Domination Contract, he was able to keep this monster with a murder charge by his side without worry; otherwise, he would have killed it long ago to prevent future troubles.

The next morning, Kyushu Makoto dragged his slightly tired body out of bed, washed up, and prepared to go to school.

"My lord, where are you going?" Seeing Kyushu Makoto leave alone, the broken sword vibrated slightly on the table.

"Do you need me to accompany my lord?"

"You stay at home, don't move around, and don't go out," Kyushu Makoto glanced at it and gave the order.

At the same time, a faint red light flashed across the broken blade, which should be the effect of the control contract.

As he left home, Kyushu Makoto had a strange feeling—perhaps he needed to quickly adapt to living with a pet knife in his house.

Life at Xiujin Academy remained the same, except that the school had a more lively atmosphere.

High schools in Wano Country typically hold their final exams in early July and have summer vacation from mid-July to the end of August.

It was already close to the end of June, and many students were worried about their final exams, while even more were starting to discuss their summer vacation plans.

"Kyushu-kun, what are some things you'd like to do during summer vacation?"

After class, Tang Zegui couldn't wait to come over and ask.

"Let me think about it," Kyushu Makoto said, stroking his chin in deep thought.

According to his original plan, he was supposed to work part-time during the summer vacation to earn money, and he also planned to find a few local martial arts schools to exchange skills and build connections for his future martial arts career and seek opportunities.

However, his life plans were completely disrupted after he joined the Onmyo-ryo.

Exorcists are a lucrative job, and overnight he went from a frugal poor boy to a financially independent person with plenty of money.

The first thing he wanted to do after he became rich was to buy a plane ticket back to Yanhuang.

"Hey, shall we go to the beach?" Suzuki Yuujin chimed in, adding fuel to the fire.

"Going to the beach together during summer vacation—that's the kind of youth high school students should have!"

"Oh, that sounds good." Kyushu Makoto paused for a moment, then subconsciously replied, "But I want to go to Yanhuang."

"Huh?!" Suzuki and Karasawa were both stunned at the same time.

"No way, Kyushu-kun is actually going abroad?" Suzuki Yuujin asked incredulously, his teeth chattering.

Although Tokyo is an international and developed metropolis, for most people, "going abroad" is still an unthinkable and unattainable feat.