Super Fighting Tokyo.

"Don't rush, my sister hasn't arrived yet. We can only begin when she arrives."

But seeing that everyone was getting bored while waiting, Tokugawa took the lead in making the introductions, and also gave them a heads-up.

"My elder sister, Tokugawa Hanko, is a 'spirit medium'."

"In other words, my older sister is a 'psychic'!"

"..."

Upon hearing this, most people were completely baffled.

Kazuo Yamashita asked in confusion, "A spiritualist... is that a shrine maiden, or an onmyoji or something like that?"

Tokugawa remained noncommittal.

"Since she claims to be a psychic, she must be an unpredictable and eccentric person."

"It's understandable that you're puzzled, but you must understand—my sister is a hundred times more mysterious than you can imagine!!"

……

……

About ten minutes later.

A figure stepped into the courtyard of the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall.

Upon hearing the sound, Tokugawa quickly got up and opened the door to welcome his "older sister".

"..."

Everyone turned to look.

There stood a disheveled, white-haired old woman at the entrance to the living room; she was thin but sturdy.

Her outfit was indeed strange!

He wore women's leather shoes, leopard-print capri pants, and a simple black shirt, but with an exaggerated patterned Taoist robe draped over his shoulders.

Her hands were adorned with numerous rings and bracelets, almost covering all ten fingers.

She wore several prayer beads around her neck.

His face was covered in wrinkles, and he was wearing sunglasses.

His height and facial features bear some resemblance to Tokugawa Mitsunari.

However, her clothing and personal demeanor were extremely flamboyant, and one could sense her strangeness and mystery at a glance.

This white-haired old lady is none other than Tokugawa Mitsunari's older sister, Tokugawa Kanko!

"..."

"Gentlemen, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Perhaps because she was the older sister, Hanzi didn't give her younger brother, Guangcheng, a friendly look, but she was very kind to others.

Everyone greeted him one by one.

Then, Tokugawa introduced, "My elder sister is skilled in 'spirit summoning'."

"Spirit summoning?"

Yamashita Kazuo blinked and gestured, "You mean something like 'soul possession'?"

"Yes."

Tokugawa nodded, "Whether it's Oda Nobunaga or foreign figures like JoFo Kennedy, my sister can call them all."

"After summoning him, you can possess him and communicate with others!"

Tokugawa said solemnly:

"This isn't imitation or performance; it's genuine spiritual power!"

"Once upon a time, there was a clueless young man who deliberately lied and claimed that his father had passed away, asking Sister Hanzi to communicate with his spirit. In reality, his father was at work."

"But as a result, the father, who was at work, suddenly lost consciousness on the spot for several minutes."

"During this time, the father possessed Hanzi's body, as if in a dream, and gave his son a good scolding and lecture.

"--above."

Tokugawa said in a deep voice, "Whether the other party is alive or dead is irrelevant. There is no soul in this world that Tokugawa Hanko-neechan cannot summon!"

"..."

After he finished speaking, the living room fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone is trying to digest it.

It's a common, outdated concept that even science fiction wouldn't use, yet Tokugawa spoke of it with such earnestness that no one could question it.

"but……"

Yamashita Kazuo scratched his head and chuckled dryly, "Spirit possession and all that, it sounds too magical, doesn't it? Hard to believe, haha..."

Upon hearing this, Tokugawa Hanko was not annoyed.

She looked at Yamashita Kazuo and said, "Sure, seeing is believing. I'll let you experience it for free this time!"

Kazuo Yamashita: "...Huh?"

Hanzi then asked, "So, is there anyone you wish to see?"

Yamashita Kazuo thought about it carefully, "It's nothing, after all, both sons are fine, but speaking of which..."

"Listening to Mr. Tokugawa tell the story of 'father and son' made me miss my dad a bit! He passed away many years ago."

"..."

Hanzi shook her finger, "It's alright!"

After saying that, the old lady put her hands together and muttered some incoherent words, such as "Namo..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Hanzi suddenly raised his head, his gaze behind his sunglasses fixed on Yamashita Kazuo.

"Oh! Kazuo, you missed me!"

The old lady's voice suddenly became strong and powerful, like that of a rugged old man.

"Haha, it's been so many years! You've got wrinkles now!"

"Yes, you're 56 years old today, aren't you? Time flies! I never thought I'd see someone your age!"

Hanzi crossed his arms, shrugged, and laughed heartily.

Seeing this, Wu Fengshui was stunned and wanted to ask Yamashita Kazuo to confirm whether Hanzi had really summoned his deceased father's spirit.

When the girl turned around, she realized that she didn't need to ask any more questions.

At this moment, Yamashita Kazuo was trembling all over, his eyes wide open, and tears were streaming from his eyes that he could not stop.

"Dad... Dad..."

Yamashita looked at the old woman, doubting his own eyes, but unable to question his own heart.

His heart told him that the "soul" in front of him was his father!

"Haha, why are you crying!"

Hanzi reached out and patted Yamashita Kazuo's head.

“I used to think that you were too serious. Although it’s not hard to make a living, it’s easy to live your life in a way that only involves ‘making a living’.”

“After you came to Tokyo to work, I became even more worried about you, afraid that you wouldn’t be happy.”

"But now..."

Hanzi glanced around at the crowd, looking at their faces, and grinned:

"You're living a wonderful life! Enjoy it! And don't forget, because I still want to hear your stories later!"

"..."

At this point, Yamashita Kazuo—the 56-year-old middle-aged man—became sobbing uncontrollably and threw himself into Hanzi's arms, weeping bitterly.

About two or three minutes later, "Hanzi" said goodbye to Yamashita Kazuo and returned to her previous trendy old lady demeanor.

Hanzi gently patted Yamashita Kazuo's shoulder to comfort the tearful man and asked him to sit back down.

"In short, as you can see."

Hanzi pushed up her sunglasses and tilted her head to look at Tokugawa Mitsunari on the other side.

"You invited me here, saying you wanted me to summon the spirit of a deceased person. So who exactly are you talking about?"

"..."

Tokugawa gestured with his eyes, glancing at the Ashura Tokita Ohma beside him, "The spirit to be summoned is his deceased master."

Everyone looked on in astonishment, their eyes widening as they realized what Tokugawa was about to do.

At this moment, Wang Ma finally realized what was happening.

The one who was summoning the spirit was actually his master—Ten Demon Snakes and Two Tigers!

In an instant, Wang Ma jumped up from beside the table with a "whoosh," shouting, "Don't joke around, Erhu is already dead! How could his spirit possibly appear?!"

Perhaps, they were simply not prepared to see Erhu again;

Or perhaps, they felt that their mastery of the Erhu style had not met Erhu's expectations at all, so they dared not see Erhu again.

Or perhaps it's more complex emotions.

It's hard to say!

"Are you kidding me?!"

Wang Ma could only grit his teeth and roar, using blind rage to mask his unease.

"..."

At the same time, Tokugawa Hanko once again clasped his hands together and began chanting incantations such as "Namo..."

"boring!"

Wang Ma let out a low growl, turned around and strode away, even forgetting to put on his shoes.