Tokyoites don't have martial virtue

As everyone was chatting, Kyushu Makoto's phone suddenly vibrated; he had received a text message.

His phone was damaged in the battle yesterday. Until he gets a new one, he'll temporarily use the work phone the Onmyoji gave him.

The text message was sent to him by Qing Palace Elizabeth. However, due to the Yin-Yang Bureau's "privacy agreement," his phone only showed the sender as "Megisin."

[Come to this place at 5 PM.]

[**Open hyperlink**]

Kyushu Makoto opened the address link. The address where the two met was a rather remote cake shop, about half an hour away from the school by subway.

"Hey, Kyushu-kun, did you get a new phone?" Karasukawa Saki suddenly leaned in and asked curiously.

"This phone was a best-selling model last year. Although it's out of season, its performance is still excellent."

Kyushu Makoto instinctively put his phone away to prevent her from seeing the text message content.

"Ugh, so stingy~" Noticing Kyushu Makoto's little trick, Karasukawa Saki complained with her cheeks slightly puffed out, but didn't take it too seriously.

113. Visit

After school, Makoto Kyushu immediately set off for the hospital, intending to visit Suzumiya Momiji first.

He asked for leave from Manager Saito again today—he's been asking for leave much more often lately, which annoyed the manager, who probably thought he was trying to slack off.

In fact, Makoto Kyushu is considering quitting his job as a waiter at a PR bar.

Kyushu Makoto's main job is currently being a student, so theoretically, one part-time job would be enough, otherwise he would definitely be too busy.

Therefore, he had to choose between being an "exorcist" and a "bartender".

Exorcists are very rare in Wano Country, so the Onmyodo (the organization of Yin and Yang) treats its members extremely well, fearing that they might quit.

Members like Makoto Kyushu, a third-tier member, receive a base salary of 300,000 yen per month, roughly equivalent to the average salary of a white-collar worker nationwide without doing anything. Furthermore, they receive bonuses for completing tasks, not to mention various generous living allowances and welfare benefits.

In other words, the "part-time job" of exorcist has earned more than many full-time jobs.

Of course, being an exorcist is a dangerous job. For example, the [Hunter's Blade] he was going to deal with was more dangerous than a serial killer, so it wouldn't be surprising if he died on the mission.

However, Makoto Kyushu had done many acts of bravery in his past life and had even clashed with the underworld, so his mental fortitude was not bad.

This kind of job, where you can fight crime and make a lot of money at the same time, is exactly the kind of career that Makoto Kyushu dreams of.

In comparison, he was just an underage illegal worker at the hostess bar. The manager took pity on him and risked breaking the law to let him work there. His salary was only slightly higher than the average part-time job in Tokyo.

Now that he had better job options, Kyushu Makoto naturally couldn't cause any more trouble for Manager Saito. After all, he was just a dispensable odd-job waiter, and "Tokyo Gensokyo" could operate as usual without him. He just didn't know if those host clubs would still go around exploiting customers.

"I'll talk to the store manager in a couple of days and quit my job," Kyushu Makoto decided.

Upon arriving at the hospital, Kyushu Makoto went to the front desk to apply for visitation permission.

"Sir, are you here to visit Suzumiya Momiji?" The nurse at the front desk typed rapidly on her keyboard.

"She's in room 502, please come in."

Perhaps because Kyushu Makoto showed his Onmyoryo work card, the receptionist nurse was extremely polite to him, using honorifics in every word she spoke.

Suzumiya Momiji was placed in a private hospital room. She sat on the clean white bed, wearing a loose hospital gown, gazing absently out the window.

"Hey, Chun Chuan is here!" She turned her head subconsciously, brushing her long hair behind her ear with her fingers.

"Good afternoon, Momiji-nee." Kyushu Makoto glanced around the ward and asked.

Didn't your mother come?

"My mom came by at noon and brought me some fruit." Ryouko Momiji smiled slightly, pointing to the fruit basket by the bedside:

“I told her to go home first. I can rest here by myself anyway.”

Upon seeing the fruit basket, Makoto Kyushu realized that he hadn't brought a gift as a token of his appreciation, but he didn't feel guilty about it.

"How badly are you injured?" Kyushu Makoto asked directly.

"The doctor stitched me up with dozens of stitches, I almost thought I wasn't going to make it..." Suzumiya Momiji slightly pulled open her collar, revealing her chest wrapped in bandages:

"I heard the wound is quite deep and will likely leave a scar. Some organs have also been slightly damaged, so you can't overwork yourself or drink too much alcohol in the future."

"Sigh, I wish I could have protected you sooner." Kyushu Makoto clenched his fist gently, a little disappointed.

"Don't say that, Harukawa." Suzumiya Momiji wanted to lean out and hug him, but the large movement of her body caused a slight tear in her wound, and she clutched her chest and gasped in pain.

"Don't move!" Kyushu Makoto quickly helped her lie down on the bed.

"Cough cough! Hiss. If it weren't for Harukawa, I would have been killed by that perverted serial killer last night." Suzumiya Kame's voice became a little hoarse:

"You've helped me so much and even saved my life. Cough cough, I feel like I can never repay your kindness in my entire life."

"That's not true." Kyushu Makoto shook his head gently, revealing a kind expression:

"Isn't the essence of friendship to help each other to the best of one's ability? I'm just helping you within the limits of my ability."

"Sigh, Harukawa always loves to say nice things." Suzumiya Momiji sighed softly, then laughed weakly. "Your nonchalant attitude just makes me feel even more embarrassed~"

"Speaking of which, are the medical fees expensive here?" Kyushu Makoto looked up at the luxurious private room again and asked with some concern:

"You were planning to move, it would be such a shame if you had to cancel your plans because of medical expenses."

"Don't worry, Harukawa," Suzumiya Kame gently stroked the back of his hand and smiled.

"The nurse told me that my medical care here is basically free," Suzumiya Momiji replied thankfully.

"I heard that the person who attacked me was a serial killer that the Metropolitan Police Department had been unable to catch. Those police officers probably felt guilty towards me, so they reimbursed my medical expenses."

"Really? That's great news!" Kyushu Makoto breathed a sigh of relief.

Of course, Kyushu Makoto knew that most of the medical expenses would be reimbursed by the Public Security Bureau or the Bureau of Onmyoji. However, Suzumiya Momiji was a commoner, so it was best to keep her in the dark for the time being.

"Oh, right, something really bothered me when I was in the ambulance yesterday," Suzumiya Kame said eagerly, remembering something.

"I vaguely saw a little girl dressed like a witch get into the ambulance, stick a piece of paper on me, and then I felt energetic again~"

She thought for a moment, then shook her head and said:

"But this doesn't make sense when I think about it. Maybe I was hallucinating before I died."

"Miko sticker?" Kyushu Makoto caught the keyword and immediately made a connection.

He remembered that Qinggong Eliza's outfit yesterday was a white and red witch-style color scheme, and that her superpowers were also related to talismans.

Could it be that she saved Momiji? Kyushu Makoto couldn't help but speculate.

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Kyushu Makoto left.

Seeing that Suzumiya Momiji was in good spirits, he no longer needed to worry and could perhaps get a good night's sleep.

Even so, he would not let go of the monster that hurt Sister Huazi, nor would he allow it to continue hurting others.

After leaving the hospital, Makoto Kyushu followed the map to the agreed-upon cake shop. Sure enough, he saw a familiar Toyota Supra parked in front of the shop, standing out starkly against the dilapidated surroundings.

Just as Kyushu Makoto was about to go in, he saw Qinggong Elizabeth come out carrying a box of mango cakes with a bright yellow lid.

Unlike yesterday, she wore a white shirt and brown skirt summer school uniform today, which showed off her slender yet well-proportioned figure. The red ribbon at the collar was particularly lively and eye-catching.

Kyushu recognized the badge on the girl's school uniform. It belonged to a private high school called "Takamagahara Mine," one of the most prestigious private schools in Tokyo. It was said that the tuition was astronomical each year, and those who could get in were basically the sons of high-ranking officials and wealthy people.

"Did you buy me a cake?" Makoto Kyushu joked.

Upon hearing this, Princess Elizabeth immediately hugged the cake box tightly, hiding it beneath her:

"This isn't for you to eat, so don't look at it."

Seeing her strong reaction, Kyushu Makoto could only smile wryly and say, "Don't worry, I don't like cake."

However, Makoto Kyushu finally understood why she had agreed to meet him at this cake shop.

"Do you like cake?" Kyushu Makoto asked casually as the two got into the car.

"This mango cake is the best in all of Tokyo." Kiyomiya Eliza placed the cake under her seat, then glanced at Kyushu Makoto with a hint of unease.

Don't touch it.

"I already told you, I don't like cake." Kyushu Makoto smiled helplessly.

“That makes sense. Someone like you who loves to exercise must only eat chicken breast and boiled eggs, otherwise you wouldn’t be able to tear apart a demon with your bare hands.” Eliza Qinggong nodded in relief and started the sports car.

"It's not that exaggerated." Kyushu Makoto scratched his head:

"Speaking of which, where should we go to discuss the battle plan?"

"I don't know, let's just find any parking lot." Elizabeth Qinggong replied casually.

"My car has good sound insulation, so we'll talk inside."

114. Onboarding Training

The sports car was parked in the underground parking garage of a nearby shopping mall. Qinggong Eliza turned on the built-in headlights and took out a tablet computer from the seat storage compartment.

"Before the operational meeting, I'll give you a brief new recruit training. It'll be a reiteration of the important points to prevent you from causing any trouble." Qinggong Eliza opened a PowerPoint presentation, which looked like a courseware:

"Have you read all those booklets?"

“I’ve finished reading it, including the supplementary regulations to the criminal law,” Kyushu Makoto nodded in response.

"Wow, you're quite diligent. No wonder you're rumored to be a model student with no redeeming qualities other than academic excellence," Qinggong Eliza praised softly.