I have an unlimited number of shikigami

With a "click".

One leg was twisted and deformed, with the ghastly white bones protruding through.

"what--"

Araki Jiro screamed and rolled in the pool of blood.

Tsuchiya Kazuma, his face contorted in rage, roared, "Go! What are you all standing there for? Take him down!"

The scene instantly descended into chaos. Some rushed towards Fujiwara Izaya, while others screamed and ran away, their heads in their hands. All sorts of sounds mingled with Araki Jiro's painful howls, creating a cacophony of noise.

Amitabha Buddha~

The monk, who had been hiding to the side for a long time, thought to himself that he probably wouldn't get paid today, and that saving his life was the most important thing.

"That's outrageous!"

"Whoever takes him down first will be richly rewarded!"

Amidst the roars of the earthen house and the horse, more bald men surrounded them from all directions. After all, this was their stronghold, a place from which they could continuously replenish their manpower.

More and more footsteps gathered around.

Among them, the sound of samurai swords being drawn could even be heard.

Seven or eight gleaming blades flashed past. Kasahara Fukari frowned, rubbing her temples as if she had a headache: "Seriously, this guy is too reckless..."

Chapter 84. Your knife is good, but it's mine now.

The situation became increasingly tense, and the Buddhist hall was filled with noise, as if the roof was about to be lifted off.

Kawashima Miki moved to a corner and knelt on the floor, her bright eyes constantly following Fujiwara Izaya's figure. Beneath her black mourning clothes, on her slender neck, lay a face as beautiful as a peerless enchantress.

A white light flashed through the air, followed by a deafening roar.

Just two meters in front of her, a bald, burly man wielding a samurai sword slashed at Fujiwara Izaya from behind.

In the slightly trembling atmosphere, the rain pattered. Kawashima Miki stared at that back, her small fists clenched, her waist slightly leaning forward, her posture like a mother leopard ready to pounce.

She had no intention of helping Fujiwara Izaya.

Such a stance is nothing more than self-preservation.

On one side of the corner, Kasahara Fukaeri had already crouched down, ready to strike at any moment.

Unlike Kawashima Miki, despite her suspicions about Fujiwara Izaya, as a law enforcement officer, she had to uphold procedural justice. In other words, even if Fujiwara Izaya had problems, it should be handled by Section 9; she couldn't let him die there.

But in the next second.

The two women relaxed and sat back down.

As if he had eyes in the back of his head, there was a loud bang. Fujiwara Izaya grabbed a chair and swung it backward without looking back, smashing it hard on the bald head of the person behind him. In an instant, the bald, strong body flew backward.

Then, he kicked aside the person blocking his way and walked towards the earthen house and horse that were being protected in the middle.

"Tsuchiya Kazuma!"

A calm voice rang out in the Buddhist hall. The bald man who was blocking Tsuchiya and Ma walked over directly: "Hey, you..." As he spoke, he reached out and pushed Fujiwara Izaya's shoulder.

He's trained, so he's very confident in himself.

Feeling that this guy was blocking his target, Fujiwara Rinya casually slapped him across the face.

The moment their hands made contact, the bald man spun halfway around and crashed to the ground, clutching his broken arm and groaning in pain.

"Tsuchiya Kazuma!"

Another loud shout, naming names, rang out from both sides, accompanied by the sound of blades slicing through the air. Fujiwara Izaya seemed oblivious, continuing to walk forward while announcing, "I'm here today to beat up your new boss!"

Calm and composed words came from the boy's face.

Aside from Kawashima Miki, who could somewhat anticipate it, the rest of the crowd erupted in uproar, followed by a deathly silence. Even Kasahara Fukaeri and Tsuchiya Kazuma himself hadn't expected him to bring up murder so directly.

Tsuchiya and Ma were completely confused.

Make sense.

I just arrived in Tokyo.

Why am I so unlucky?

I didn't offend this brat, so why is he shouting for me to fight right away?

Even if someone demolished your shrine, it wasn't my order!

Or are all Tokyo locals this rude?

Can't we talk?

and many more!

Dangerous!

Tsuchiya Kazuma sidestepped the chair that Fujiwara Izaya threw.

"Go! All of you, go! And my knife, bring me my knife!" He shouted as he turned around, his eyes fixed on Fujiwara Izaya with undisguised murderous intent—he was now so desperate that he was prepared to kill Fujiwara Izaya and then find a henchman to take the blame.

"Charge!"

"This is our territory!"

"What can he use to fight?!"

"Even hundreds of brothers could crush him to death!"

The roars rose and fell.

That's how it is in the yakuza world; you have to shout and cheer before a fight.

Whether you can win or not is one thing, but you must control your momentum and never be weaker than your opponent.

"Kisama!" A bald man closest to Fujiwara Izaya jumped out, and the sharp, clear sound of a samurai sword being drawn rang out. The blade flashed like lightning and slashed directly at the boy's head.

From leaping into the air to drawing his sword, and then slashing upwards and downwards, the swift and fluid movements clearly demonstrate this person's rigorous and solid swordsmanship skills. In a kendo dojo, he could easily earn the title of master.

Unfortunately, his opponent was not human.

Before the blade could strike, Fujiwara Izaya twisted and leaped, delivering a side kick to his abdomen. The blade missed its target, and he flew backward, crashing into several of his companions, who fell to the ground like bowling balls.

But as one large group fell, an even larger group drew their swords and surrounded them, the sharp, trembling sound of blades echoing throughout the Buddhist hall.

After all, this was their territory, and they outnumbered them, their blood boiling with rage. Shouting slogans, waving their arms and legs, they lined up menacingly, eager to be their victims.

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Thunder roared and torrential rain poured down.

The sky was somewhat gloomy, the streets were shrouded in a white mist, and the sound of police sirens could be heard from the distant rain. The sound grew clearer and clearer, and after a while, police cars from the Taitung Police Station arrived one after another. The police officers who jumped out of the cars in the rain rushed to the entrance in unison.

Then, they all stopped in unison about twenty meters away from the gate, all holding their guns, looking tense and uneasy.

There are monsters in the torrential rain.

A tengu dressed in a white hunting robe with a samurai sword hanging at his waist stands with his head tilted back at a 45-degree angle under the eaves.

After holding this position for about three to five minutes, a police inspector carrying a large black umbrella stepped out of a police car that had followed. He could be considered a junior leader who had just entered the middle management level.

"..." The officer's palms were sweaty as he spoke cautiously, "We are currently on official business, please move aside."

Dark Raven didn't even bother with this guy.

He maintained a poetic pose, gazing up at the sky, his eyes somewhat lost and sorrowful. He pondered how much of the young master's bearing he possessed in his current state, while simultaneously considering how to persuade the young master to send troops to Yingyan Mountain.

The wind whipped up the rain, and the leaves rustled slightly.

Seeing that the current situation was beyond his control, the police inspector quickly made a call to Section 9 and the Yin-Yang Bureau, and then wisely retreated to his car to avoid the rain.

This delay lasted for nearly fifteen minutes.

Three riot control vehicles sped through the rain and came to a stop with a loud screech of brakes. Three teams of heavily armed Section 9 agents emerged from the vehicles, exuding a menacing aura, their guns aimed at the gate.

A black Alphard arrived late.

The chief priest of Yoshiwara Shrine, accompanied by his four subordinate priests, alighted from the carriage, their eyes fixed sternly on the entrance.

A tengu with general-level strength could cause a huge upheaval if not handled properly. The ordinary police officers, Section 9 agents, and Yoshiwara shrine priests present were all tense and serious.

however……

That day, the dog suddenly yawned.

Then, with a sleepy look on his face, he greeted everyone with a friendly smile: "Oh dear, why are there so many people? I'm so sorry to bother you. I just forgot my umbrella today, so I'm taking shelter from the rain here. I'll be going now, bye-bye~~"

Having said that, the celestial dog transformed into a crow and took flight.

The group was left bewildered, standing there in the rain, looking dazed.

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Inside the Buddhist hall.

A bald man lunged down from high above.

Fujiwara Izaya punched him in the stomach, stopping his momentum in mid-air. After he landed, Izaya retaliated with a powerful over-the-shoulder throw.

"Snap!"

The bald man smashed the windowsill, cracking the entire window. After falling out of the house, he rolled several times in the yard before stopping.

In the blink of an eye, Fujiwara Izaya caught a glint of cold light in his peripheral vision.

The attack was cunning, as if it had been planned for a long time and was launched suddenly. However, Fujiwara Rinya simply raised his hand and forcefully blocked the blade with his arm.

"Clang~"

The sound of metal clashing rang out.

The person wielding the knife slashed at him, his mouth agape in astonishment, wide enough to fit two duck eggs.

The entire Buddhist hall fell silent instantly.

The bald men and the guests were all silent, completely still.

Kasahara Fukari frowned as she carefully examined Fujiwara Izaya's arm, which had been struck by the blade. There was no fluctuation of demonic power, nor any fluctuation of divine power; he had simply withstood the slash from the blade by relying entirely on the strength of his physical body.

Even the most advanced human beings could hardly achieve this.