Tokyoites don't have martial virtue

"Going abroad must cost a lot of money, right?" Tang Zegui asked hurriedly.

"Isn't Kyushu-kun struggling financially?"

He's the kind of guy who makes his female classmates pay for his dates, how could he possibly have money to travel abroad?

"Don't worry, I have my own plans." Kyushu Makoto smiled nonchalantly.

"But I probably won't be there for too long. I can also go to the beach with you guys."

Summer vacation is a time to go out and have fun with classmates and friends. Such activities sound very energetic and vibrant.

Although Makoto Kyushu was a seasoned veteran who had already graduated from university in his previous life, who would refuse to experience a second youth?

"Really? That's good." Suzuki Yuujin smiled and brushed his blond bangs aside.

However, he was still very confused: where did Makoto Kyushu get the money to travel abroad?

Could it be that Brother Kyushu is doing some high-paying illegal job? Impossible, he'd probably send the jerk who offered him the job to the police station first. Or is Brother Kyushu being kept by a rich woman? Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Suzuki Yujin's thoughts went through a mental storm, but he still couldn't figure out why Kyushu Makoto had the money to go abroad.

But he was too embarrassed to ask directly, so he could only laugh awkwardly and change the subject.

During their lunch break, Mizuhashi Eiki and Karasukawa Sakifumi also discussed their summer vacation plans.

"I'm graduating soon, and I'm going to do an internship at a newspaper this summer. I'm also thinking about going to university," said Karasu Sakifumi, picking up her bamboo chopsticks.

“My dad also introduced me to a mixed martial arts coach, and I’m planning to study with him for a while.”

"Well, I should go to cram school during summer vacation, and I also need to learn swordsmanship from a teacher. I can't miss my serialization either." Mizuhashi Eiki tilted her head up and tapped her chin with her index finger.

"Are you kidding me? How come you've all become so diligent?" Tang Zegui was so surprised that he stood up from his chair, somewhat exasperated: "Summer vacation is for having fun!"

"But I'm not completely without any rest time," Mizuhashi Eiji said with an embarrassed smile.

"I want to play with everyone, going to the beach is fine too. Um... also..."

She glanced cautiously at Makoto Kyushu: "There should be a summer festival during summer vacation. Can I go with everyone?"

"A summer festival?" Takashi Tangzawa gasped, somewhat excited.

"I heard you can meet lots of beautiful girls in bathrobes?"

Suzuki Yuji couldn't help but slap the fat man on the head and scolded, "Look at you, so pathetic! Is this all you can think about?"

"Then what's so interesting about the summer festival?" Takashi Tang rubbed his head, indignant.

"Let me think," Suzuki Yuujin pondered for a moment, then answered seriously, "A beautiful girl in a yukata?"

"Damn it, aren't you just like me? Why are you hitting me!" Tang Zegui raised his arm and threw a series of punches at Suzuki.

Suzuki Yuujin raised his hand to block the fist, then asked Takatsuki Genji, who was sitting on the edge of the rooftop looking at the scenery, "Brother Genji, are you coming or not?"

"Oh, sure," Takatsuki Genji replied casually. "Anyway, summer vacation is boring."

“If you’re going to the summer festival, count me in!” Karasukawa Sakifumi casually leaned closer to Kyushu Makoto and said cheerfully.

"I've never worn a bathrobe before, but I think it will look really good."

“Then I’ll wear a bathrobe too.” Mizuhashi Eiki glanced at Kyushu Makoto, her rosy cheeks puffing out slightly.

Karasu Saki whispered in Kyushu Makoto's ear, "By the way, do you want to go racing again during summer vacation? I'll take you all over the entire bay coastline."

“Here we go again,” Kyushu Makoto sighed and whispered, “But you can’t go more than two hundred yards, or I’ll have to tell your parents.”

"Okay, okay, I know you're scared~" Karasukawa Sakifumi reached out her hand, her long, well-defined fingers naturally resting on his shoulder:

"Let's take it easy this time, I can show you around all day!"

By the way, here's a chapter recommendation for the readers:

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121. The lobbyist of the Qing court

After school, Kyushu Makoto rushed home as fast as he could, grabbed his car keys and the broken sword.

"My lord, where are we going?" Minamoto no Yoshiyuki shook his sword, making a clanging sound.

"I'll register you and give you a scabbard." Kyushu Makoto stepped onto the truck and tossed it onto the passenger seat.

"Sit still."

The broken sword rolled twice on the chair, then exclaimed in amazement, "Is this the lord's weapon? It is truly awe-inspiring."

"My weapon? You mean this vehicle?" Kyushu Makoto asked in return.

"That's right! Ever since I woke up, I've been seeing these metal beasts on the streets. I never imagined they were weapons of you humans!" Broken Blade exclaimed in admiration.

"Humans are truly terrifying! They can actually control such powerful weapons and even drive them openly on the streets!"

"No. This thing is called a car, it's a means of transportation, not a weapon," Kyushu Makoto explained somewhat awkwardly.

"A carriage?" Broken Blade stood up curiously. "Aren't carriages pulled by horses?"

"..." Kyushu Makoto gripped the steering wheel tightly, taking a deep breath in exasperation.

On the way to the Yin-Yang Bureau, Kyushu Makoto explained some basic modern common sense to the broken sword spirit, which cleared up the misunderstanding.

Upon arrival at their destination, Kyushu Makoto parked the truck in the underground parking lot reserved for Onmyoryo employees.

Just as he was about to get out of the car, a sports car with its lights flashing stopped not far from him.

"Oh, what a coincidence, Miss Kiyomiya!" Kyushu Makoto greeted the sports car driver.

"We had already agreed to meet at this time, there's no coincidence." Qing Gong Eliza stepped out of the carriage with one leather boot, making a crisp hoofbeat.

It was already 5 PM. The two had agreed to meet at the Yin-Yang Bureau at this time to report on the mission and discuss the distribution of the reward.

The two swiped their cards at the entrance and walked into the elevator side by side.

The cramped elevator car continued to descend, and the two remained silent, seemingly unable to find anything to talk about.

After glancing at the messages on his phone, Kyushu Makoto put it back in his pocket and said, "The first mission went so smoothly, thanks to your guidance."

"Oh, you're not bad either. You should be able to achieve good results in the future," the girl replied emotionlessly.

"I wonder what the next mission will be like." Kyushu Makoto turned to look at the girl: "Will we continue to team up?"

"The new recruit training is over. You and I have nothing to do with each other anymore." Elizabeth Qinggong turned her head slightly.

"You'd better find a few reliable people in the same industry to team up with, instead of me."

"I see," Kyushu Makoto said, one hand in his pocket and the other gripping his sword.

"Is it like what I saw in the previous post, that your family doesn't allow you to team up?"

"There's no need to ask such obvious questions," Qing Gong Eliza scoffed.

“I saw the Qing family’s carriage on the road; they might be here to see you.”

"I still don't understand your family's way of doing things." Kyushu Makoto scratched his head, somewhat puzzled.

"Even though you've fallen out with your family, they still support your schooling, buy you sports cars, and give you so much pocket money. In the end, all they do is forbid you from teaming up with other exorcists?"

"Hmph, it's all for the sake of saving face." Elizabeth Qinggong's gaze turned hostile.

"If the news that the prestigious Qing imperial family couldn't even fulfill its responsibility to raise its underage children reached the ears of other prominent families, they would be ridiculed."

"But if I'm isolated in the exorcism industry, no one will judge me, and they might even agree with the Qing family's methods. I'm an outcast in the circle, so keeping my distance is actually better for everyone~"

She gave a dismissive, dry laugh, her tone tinged with resentment, though it was unclear who she was directed at.

"I understand. Your family secretly instigating your competitors to isolate you, preventing you from quickly completing your commissions, is only a secondary objective. Their main goal is to psychologically pressure you and erode your confidence," Kyushu Makoto said regretfully, shaking his head.

"I don't know what kind of person you were before, but your personality is very awkward now. Don't you realize it?"

"..." Eliza Qinggong glanced at him again, her gaze quickly shifting to the elevator screen where the numbers were decreasing.

"It's none of your business, and I won't do as they want."

The two ran out of things to say, but thankfully the elevator stopped in time.

The iron gates opened from both sides, and they walked in side by side.

"Thank you for your hard work, congratulations on completing the [Hunter's Blade] quest!" This time, they were greeted by a middle-aged woman in a suit.

"Please come with me to the conference room to register your task report!"

The two went to an office, filled out several forms, and then recounted their mission experience as if they were taking notes.

Half an hour later, the female receptionist put away a thick stack of documents, bowed deeply to the two men, and her attitude was very sincere.

"Miss Megissin, Mr. Red Center, thank you for your hard work! The points will be credited to your account within two hours, and the reward will be paid out at the end of the month along with your base salary."

Kyushu Makoto stretched and rubbed his sore thumb: "Why do we have to fill out so many confirmation forms after completing the commission?"

"Get used to it, it'll be like this from now on." Qinggong Eliza twisted her slender waist, which was wrapped in a thin shirt, making a crisp cracking sound.

“I’ll pay you back the money for the car when I get my salary at the end of the month,” Kyushu Makoto suddenly said.

"I already said it's not necessary, don't flatter yourself." Qinggong Eliza stood up, a barely perceptible smile playing on her lips:

"It's quite amusing to see you smash the monster into mud. Consider it an entertainment you paid for."