I have an unlimited number of shikigami

Therefore, he is definitely not human... Thinking this, Kasahara Fukaeri's suspicion of him deepened even further.

Not far away, Kawashima Miki, as if recalling something embarrassing, blushed and looked away, muttering defiantly, "Let me bite it again! I refuse to believe I can't bite it open..."

anyway.

This kid really likes to show off. Once word gets out that he single-handedly challenged the entire yakuza sect, who knows how many little girls it will attract.

snort!

You stinky man!

You've taken so many advantage of me, you're going to make me pay you back with interest.

Kawashima Miki was plotting her revenge when, overcome with emotion, she subtly licked the corner of her mouth with her tongue.

"You, you're not human!" Tsuchiya Kazuma had completely lost his temper and was roaring like a wild beast. "You're dead! You're dead today! The Onmyōryō will never let you get away with this!"

"Heh~"

Fujiwara Izaya gave a cold laugh.

He paid no attention to the sharp or icy gazes around him, and continued to approach the earthen house and the horse with the leisurely pace of a carefree wanderer.

At this moment, he was exceptionally clear-headed.

Despite having taken down dozens of people in just over ten minutes, he showed no signs of excitement; instead, he remained remarkably calm.

I'm here today to cause trouble, and it's definitely not just to vent my anger.

Since the other party forced him to use his divine power to attack ordinary people, he might as well take on a hundred of them by himself and let them know that even without using his divine power, he is not someone that ordinary people can deal with. No matter how many of them come, it will be useless.

After their plan to use ordinary people as the vanguard was thwarted, they could no longer target Asakusa Shrine and could only focus their attention on Fujiwara Izaya.

Moreover, this time, they will have to use supernatural methods.

This is exactly the situation that Fujiwara Izaya wanted.

He would feel constrained if he hit an ordinary person, and if he accidentally used too much force and killed them, he would be in trouble with the police.

No one cares how many monsters you kill.

Ideally, we should push this new boss to the edge, make him threaten to gather his men for revenge tonight, and then I'll call my dog ​​and rush over to give him a big surprise.

Should we wait until the enemy has established themselves in Tokyo and developed their strength before attacking us?

Fujiwara Izaya would never do something so foolish.

He would only annihilate the enemy before they had a firm foothold.

Moreover, Asakusa Shrine needs just such a stepping stone to take the first step towards repeating its glory.

With that thought in mind, Fujiwara Izaya pressed closer to Tsuchiya Kazuma, shouting, "Are you ready to get beaten up?"

“kisama!”

Tsuchiya and Kazuma roared menacingly, clearly enraged as well.

Lightning flashed and thunder roared outside the window.

The window frame trembled slightly, and the chandelier in the room swayed, sending dust flying everywhere.

"Here comes the knife!"

Tsuchiya and Ma shouted.

Immediately afterwards, someone handed him a sword with a long, slender scabbard; it was a standard long katana.

The moment he gripped the hilt of the sword, confidence returned to Tsuchiya Kazuma's face.

"Chong-"

With a forceful pull, the blood-red blade emerged from its sheath like a red dragon soaring into the sky. Immediately following, a supernatural and ferocious aura swept across the entire Buddhist hall.

This ominous aura reminded Kawashima Miki of the sword's name, and her heart leaped into her throat.

She disliked Fujiwara Izaya, but that was all she did.

But if he dies like this, how can she rely on his help?

After gripping the knife, Tsuchiya Kazuma reversed his previous disadvantage and took the initiative to approach Fujiwara Izaya.

A faint red mist of blood emanated from the knife in his hand, enveloping his body and making him appear as some kind of ominous, walking creature.

—What the heck?

Fujiwara Izaya carefully examined the obviously shady knife and tried to determine its origin.

Based on visual inspection, the blade is 72cm long and 3.2cm wide. The decorative style of the handle is very old, at least a product of the Korean War period.

Akira noticed Fujiwara Izaya staring at the sword, and Tsuchiya Kazuma's lips curled into a mocking smile: "Scared?"

"What is it?" Fujiwara Izaya asked curiously.

"Hahaha..." Tsuchiya Kazuma laughed heartily for a while, then stared at him fiercely: "This is Kageshuu!"

Kasahara Fukaeri frowned.

Her expression remained calm, but her hand quietly slipped under her skirt and rested on the butt of the gun on the inside of her thigh.

"Is this knife very powerful?" Fujiwara Izaya asked calmly.

"Anyway, you're dead..." Tsuchiya Kazuma looked at his calm and collected demeanor, his body trembling with anger. As if he had just scolded him for his ignorance, or as if he were building up his own momentum, he shouted loudly, "This is an ancient famous sword, the sword of General Yoon Da-masa! During the Korean War, it could split an enemy general and his saddle apart with just manpower!"

Fujiwara Izaya nodded: "That's pretty impressive."

Yotatsu Masamune was a daimyo during Japan's Sengoku period. He fought in hundreds of battles, large and small, and countless people died by his sword. Judging from the blade, it was clearly corrupted by resentment. Moreover, after 500 years, this sword was worn by its successive owners year after year; perhaps a spirit had grown within it.

Even a broom, if left unused for too long, can become a tsukumogami (spirit), let alone a precious sword treated with affection by its owner. Legendary swords such as Muramasa, the demon sword, and Onikiri have even seen their spirits evolve from weak tsukumogami into powerful demon sword princesses.

"You're dead—"

Hidden within the voices of Tsuchiya and Ma was sarcasm and resentment.

Today is his first day in office, yet he's been bullied like this by a mere brat; he's completely lost face. The only way to salvage the situation now is to kill this brat with his own hands and regain his former glory.

Killing a child is a big problem.

But compared to that, the problem of not killing him is much bigger.

"Let Jiro Araki take the blame..." With that thought, Kazuma Tsuchiya gripped the hilt of his sword and suddenly charged forward.

A whistling wave swept through the entire Buddhist hall.

That's demonic power.

Approaching the demonic power emitted by a high-ranking demon.

But it wasn't emitted by anyone; rather, it was a fluctuation that emanated from the blade itself.

well.

Fujiwara Izaya chuckled inwardly.

His first demon sword princess came knocking on his door.

With the aid of the Shadow Blade, Tsuchiya Kazuma's figure moved faster than human limits, rushing swiftly and fiercely towards Fujiwara Izaya, causing a piercing whistling sound to echo in the air!

Kawashima Miki is ready to make her move.

Her black mourning clothes swayed lightly, as if dancing in the wind.

But the next moment, she suddenly stopped.

It wasn't because she wanted to see Fujiwara Izaya die or anything, it was just that someone next to her was looking at her.

Turning my head, I met your gaze.

She was a woman with a cold and aloof appearance, and her icy gaze seemed to be warning her not to meddle in other people's business.

snort!

Kawashima Miki pursed her lips and silently cursed in her heart: "Scumbag."

Achoo!

Fujiwara Izaya suddenly sneezed.

Outside, the rain was pouring down. Although it was early summer, the wind was still a bit chilly. As lightning occasionally flashed across the sky, he rubbed his nose, his gaze meeting Tsuchiya Kazuma's sharp, murderous eyes, and he grinned.

"?"

What is he laughing at?

Before he could even savor the flippant smile of the boy, his body tumbling over the earthen house and horse in mid-air, he was already in front of the boy in the blink of an eye, gripping the knife with both hands and slashing fiercely.

Speed ​​and power increased to an unbelievable level at this moment, and the blood-red blade drew a bewitching crescent-shaped arc in the air.

If Fujiwara Izaya couldn't dodge, or if he didn't dodge...

This cut can split him right in the middle, cutting him in two.

Unless his physical strength can rival that of a demon king.

Kasahara Fukaeri's expression suddenly hardened, her delicate eyebrows arching like swords, and she shouted, "Stop!"

As the sound rang out, she pulled the trigger. With a bang, the specially made exorcising bullet, accompanied by sparks, flew towards the blade.

The Buddhist hall was deathly silent. Everyone's eyes were fixed on Fujiwara Izaya, but the boy seemed to be frozen in fear, standing there motionless like a stone statue.

"boom!"

The bullet struck the blade, causing it to wobble slightly and deviate from above the head to the shoulder, but its downward momentum did not diminish in the slightest.

At this time.

Fujiwara Izaya slightly turned his body to the side.

The crimson blade flashed down his body, narrowly missing the tip of his nose.

At that moment, Fujiwara Izaya's clothes swayed, but his smile remained unchanged.

“Your knife is very good,” he said with a smile, “but it’s mine now!”

As if a murmured whisper had entered his ears, Tsuchiya Kazuma's heart skipped a beat. After barely managing to stop his downward slash, he suddenly twisted the blade in his hand and slashed it toward Fujiwara Izaya's neck.

The clean, swift flashes of the blade, without a trace of hesitation, perfectly revealed the murderous intent in his heart.

At the same time.