Tokyoites don't have martial virtue

"Ha, are you kidding me? A girl like me, who's not good with words and doesn't put on a pleasant face, you really want to work with me?" Eliza tilted her head slightly, her eyes curving into crescents of disdain.

"Do you actually like a freak like me? Or are you trying to use me to get close to the Qing family? Don't even think about it, the Qing family would never choose a stone man like you as their son-in-law."

"I'm helping you for only one reason." Ignoring the other's disdainful gaze, Kyushu Makoto asked in a deep voice, "That night, were you the one who saved my friend?"

"Yes, I put a 'Spirit-Strengthening Talisman' on her, otherwise she wouldn't have made it to the hospital." Eliza stretched and said casually.

"Anyway, rescuing civilians gives you five points, so why not take them?"

“Then, I must thank you sincerely!” Kyushu Makoto stood up and bowed deeply to her—he almost never bowed to anyone.

"What are you doing all of a sudden?" She took two steps back in surprise.

“That young woman recently resolved a family problem that had plagued her for twenty years. She plans to retire from the sex industry and move to Kyoto. Then she’ll attend adult education and find a normal job.” Kyushu Makoto stared at her intently and said seriously.

“But if it weren’t for you, she probably wouldn’t be alive now… Her life had just begun, it shouldn’t have ended like this.”

"Is that so... Say what you will, I'm just doing this for points." Eliza turned her head away and waved her hand dismissively: "Don't think I'm so kind, and don't have any unfounded expectations of me."

“But you saved her, that’s an undeniable fact,” Kyushu Makoto said.

"Whatever the purpose, a good deed is a good deed. As long as you have a kind heart, I am willing to help you."

"Pfft. A kind heart? Have you been watching too many magical girls?" Eliza pursed her lips and shook her head helplessly.

"If you said you were only after my beauty, I might believe you a little more."

“I have no interest in your wealth or status. And let me make this clear beforehand: you're too thin; you don't fit my aesthetic standards.” Kyushu Makoto stared directly into her eyes, his gaze utterly clear.

"I'm only willing to help you because you saved my friend, and we'll only ever be colleagues."

"Sigh, now that you say that, I'm actually annoyed," Eliza sighed, rubbing her forehead.

"However, I admit that you are better than most of the newcomers I have met, and that move 'Mud Cart Iaijutsu' is quite interesting. Although you are a stone golem, you can still be of some use."

"So what are your thoughts?" Kyushu Makoto asked.

Eliza strolled up to Makoto Kyushu, casually twirling the end of her hair with her fingers, and said with feigned arrogance:

"Alright, cooperating with you isn't unacceptable. But you're only barely passable... just passable."

“You sound very reluctant.” Kyushu Makoto frowned slightly and shook his head. “If you really don’t want to team up with me, you don’t have to force yourself.”

"Ugh, you rascal..." Eliza rubbed her forehead, unable to bear it any longer, and could only say in a monotone tone:

"Alright, alright, you're the most powerful rock golem I've ever seen. I'd love to team up with you. Are you satisfied with what I've said?"

……

In the slowly moving car, Takuya Ohna took out his phone and made a call:

"Yes, I have already relayed your message to them. I think the young lady will team up with him."

"Well done, thank you for your hard work." A middle-aged man's voice came from the other end of the phone, and then the call ended.

[Hmph, my naive and rebellious daughter, let her be happy for a little while longer...hehehe~]

123. [The Dharma King]

"Miss Megisin and Mr. Red Center have already registered you in the queue."

At the bar counter of the Yin-Yang Bureau, the receptionist handed over a photocopy of a team application form:

"From this day forward, you two are qualified to accept special cooperation commissions. I wish you both great success in your military endeavors."

Eliza Kiyomiya took the photocopy, glanced at it, and then asked, "Excuse me, could you please find me a Class C commission in Tokyo? The more points the better."

"Okay, I'll match you up now." The receptionist began operating the tablet computer with practiced ease.

Kyushu Makoto quickly asked, "We just finished a commission yesterday, and we're already looking for a new one?"

“You know perfectly well I need more points,” Eliza said, idly fidgeting with her fingers, her tone slightly provocative.

"What, you can't handle this kind of workload?"

"I don't really care, I'm short of money anyway." Kyushu Makoto leaned back against the bar and exhaled.

"Anyway, you are my senior at work, so I'll have to take care of you in the future."

"Just don't hold me back~" Eliza turned her face away and smugly hummed.

A moment later, the receptionist pointed the computer screen at the two of them: "Please take a look at this request. Are you two interested?"

"A mid-level quest to exterminate a bound spirit at a crossroads in Edogawa Ward?"

Eliza immediately leaned her head closer, not caring whether her forehead would bump against Makoto Kyushu's:

"What do you think, Red Center?"

According to the petition, a car accident had occurred at this intersection, resulting in the deaths of an entire family. The driver fled the scene and remains at large. It is believed that the spirits and lingering attachments of the deceased remain at this location, thus creating a local vengeful spirit.

This earthbound spirit has frightened many passersby and injured one person, so it has been classified as an aggressive "mad spirit".

“Since it’s a main road, trucks can drive straight across.” Kyushu Makoto nodded: “The mission is suitable, we’ll take it.”

After accepting the commission, Kyushu Makoto also booked a "spiritual artifact customization service" at the front desk.

After several rounds of negotiation, Kyushu Makoto decided to hire someone to make him a sword case, and then the two of them left the Onmyōryō together.

"The intelligence says that earthbound spirits only appear after 11 PM," Kiyomiya Eliza glanced at her phone and gave the order.

"It's 6:30 now, and we'll be at the mission location at 9:00."

"Could it be later?" Kyushu Makoto asked, hands in his pockets. "I have something to do later, I need to go to Shinjuku first."

"What is it?" Eliza slowly furrowed her delicate brows.

"I'm going to see my manager and resign. I've already taken several days off recently, so I might as well just go and make things clear," Kyushu Makoto thought, stroking his chin.

"It's peak business hours now, so big trucks definitely can't get into Shinjuku. I have to take public transportation. I also need to buy some gifts on the way, preferably a fruit basket or a box of snacks. I'll be there around 10 o'clock."

“So much to do.” Eliza sighed softly, rubbing her forehead, and casually pulled out her car keys: “Get in, I’ll take you there.”

"Oh, is that alright?" Kyushu Seiichi was surprised.

"I was just worried you'd be too slow and waste time," Eliza said, opening the car door and urging him on.

"I'll be your driver, you should be grateful. Get in the car!"

The sports car drove all the way to Shinjuku Kamurocho and stopped two streets away from the hostess bar "Tokyo Gensokyo".

"Let's stop here," Kyushu Makoto instructed, carrying a fruit basket he had bought along the way.

"Since you're already here, why not just walk you to the store entrance?" Eliza raised an eyebrow and asked casually.

"I'm a high school student who's so poor I have to work at a PR shop. Suddenly a woman drives me to quit my job in a sports car. Guess what they'll think?" Kyushu Makoto shrugged, feeling helpless.

"I see, you really care about your reputation~" Qinggong Eliza sighed helplessly and pulled the handbrake: "Then I'll wait for you here."

Makoto Kyushu arrived at the shop. It was already open for business, and the male hosts were chatting and laughing with the female customers.

"Oh, it's Xiaochun!" A male escort recognized Kyushu Makoto and quickly came up to greet him: "You've been taking a lot of leave lately, is something wrong?"

"It's alright, you've all worked hard." Kyushu Makoto asked gently, "Is the manager here?"

"Yes, he's in the staff break room!" The host saw Kyushu Makoto carrying a fruit basket and suddenly had a vague idea of ​​what was going on: "I'll take you there to find him!"

"Thank you very much."

The two arrived at the backstage dressing room, where Manager Saito was standing in front of the mirror, intently applying hair gel to his hair.

"Good evening, Manager Saito!" Kyushu Makoto greeted politely.

Store manager Saito continued to stare at himself in the mirror, vigorously combing his hair back.

"You've been taking a lot of leave lately, what have you been up to?" Five seconds later, the store manager questioned in a serious tone.

Kyushu Makoto calmly placed the fruit basket next to the shop manager and began to speak as calmly as possible:

“I recently found a good, legitimate part-time job, so I would like to resign from your position.”

To reassure the store manager, Kyushu Cheng even provided a "certificate of employment".

The employment certificate stated that he was an intern at a legitimate company, which looked very prestigious—the Yin-Yang Guild helped its members forge such employment certificates to make it easier for them to explain themselves to others.

Store Manager Saito slowly put down the comb, turned his head and stared straight at him, then glanced at the contract in his hand.

"A regular job?" Manager Saito sneered. "Then what are you doing here? You're not a regular employee."

“But Manager Saito has taken such good care of me, even risking breaking the law to let me work, so I must thank him in person.” Kyushu Makoto stood up and bowed deeply.

Store manager Saito glanced at the fruit basket delivered by Kyushu Makoto and asked with feigned seriousness, "The fruit must be expensive, right?"

"It's alright, this is just a small token of my appreciation, please accept it, Manager Saito," Kyushu Makoto said sincerely.

"If you need any help in the future, store manager, you can also contact me. I will do my best to repay you."

Upon hearing this, Manager Saito became somewhat annoyed and waved his hands repeatedly at him:

"What a joke! Who needs a brat like you to help them? Now that you've found a job, get out of here! We don't need you!"

“…I understand,” Kyushu Makoto sighed and said, “Then I wish the store manager a prosperous business.”

"Also, take the fruit basket with you." Manager Saito glanced at the fruit basket again with a cold look:

"We're a public relations club, not a funeral parlor. Are you mocking me by sending me something like this?"