I have an unlimited number of shikigami

Then, she saw Fujiwara Izaya bring his face close, and she was so frightened that she immediately covered her face and didn't say a word.

"One day I'll make you kiss me on your own initiative." Fujiwara Rin said casually, resting his head on her chest and closing his eyes to rest.

"..."

Kawashima Miki peeked at him through her fingers: "Unless you truly like me, I will absolutely not take the initiative."

“That day will come, though not now, but I think there will definitely be a day when I truly love you, my wife.” Fujiwara Izaya reached out and removed her hands from her face, gazing at her flushed and charming cheeks. “After all, you really are adorable, my wife.”

"...Cute?" Kawashima Miki shyly looked away, hesitated for a long time, and gently confirmed, "Really?"

"This statement is absolutely sincere."

"...You didn't try to comfort me?"

"Of course I'm trying to coax you, but I'm genuinely trying to coax you."

Kawashima Miki nodded.

Slowly, her body went limp, and she leaned against Fujiwara Izaya's chest, whispering, "Be careful tonight. Do you need any help?"

"Just wait for me at home."

"Okay, then you should rest and get some rest."

"Won't you give me some encouragement, ma'am?"

"...What kind of encouragement?"

"For example, using my body to soothe my emotions so that I can face things in the best possible condition?"

“…Don’t move, let me do it myself.” With that, Kawashima Miki lifted herself up, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling his face into her embrace, her fingers gently stroking his hair. “No matter the outcome, I’m grateful. Here’s wishing Fujiwara-kun good luck in battle! Ah—you bastard, don’t bite me! Let go, you pervert!!!”

The torrential rain outside the window kept falling.

Flocks of crows swept across the sky from several directions, rapidly converging on Yoshiwara.

Chapter 90. All sides are in turmoil, just as the torrential rain is about to fall.

The rain just kept pouring down.

The rooftops were soaked, the trees in the yard were soaked, and the ground was soaked.

As night fell, the rain intensified. The sound of rushing water filled the air, and occasionally, a burly man would hurry past the ancient courtyard shrouded in darkness, without an umbrella or raincoat, splashing water everywhere.

Tsuchiya and Ma walked solemnly through the old lair, inspecting the defenses throughout the yard.

This sprawling private estate was fortified with towering, thick walls and numerous hidden bunkers. Its inner courtyards stretched out one after another, filled with modern weaponry and supernatural forces. This complex and intricate combination of power created a formidable stronghold comparable to Verdun. Tsuchiya Kazuma believed that even a well-equipped modern army attempting to attack it would be mercilessly shredded by this meat grinder.

But as night fell, Tsuchiya and Ma felt increasingly uneasy.

"...Damn it, I've only just arrived in Tokyo, I haven't even figured out what's going on yet, how did I get involved with that guy! That stupid spider Araki Taro deserved to die. And Araki Jiro, the information he submitted was like the Prime Minister's speech, all nonsense and fake information, not a single useful piece of information! Isn't that right? You guys are just so inefficient..."

Walking under the eaves filled with cameras, Tsuchiya Kazuma was in a very bad mood, muttering curses all the way. The two bald, burly men behind him silently followed with their heads down, not daring to say a word.

The events of the morning have caused a huge upheaval within the Black Spider organization.

These people who live in the underworld are almost all desperate criminals who walk the line between life and death, and a considerable number of them are monsters who are hiding their identities.

They were fairly perceptive in assessing the strength of their enemies; life was life, and death was death.

The newly appointed leader, Tsuchiya Kazuma, needs no introduction in terms of strength. Even if the new leader hadn't transformed into a yokai and was simply fighting in human form, the Shadow Blade in his hand is no joke; it's a genuine high-ranking yokai sword.

Therefore, the boy who survived a knife wound to the neck is all the more mysterious and terrifying.

No one knows exactly what his strength is.

Unpredictable risks are like grit that quietly seeps into the soles of your shoes, making every step uncomfortable.

After passing through a corridor, Tuwu and Ma paused briefly.

"Boss," Araki Jiro greeted him, leaning on his cane, "the two lords sent by the organization have arrived and are resting in the canteen."

"Take me there now!"

Tsuchiya and Ma breathed a sigh of relief; a huge weight had finally been lifted from their hearts.

We passed through another corridor, and lightning streaked across the sky.

Several crows took flight from the shade of the towering trees in the yard and hopped onto another tree. Amidst the continuous rain, a harsh, shrill cry could be heard intermittently.

It's like a condemnation of something.

The call echoed coldly in the damp forest, then traveled through the rain and reached my ears.

Tsuchiya Kazuma frowned: "Why are there so many crows?"

He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but the yard seemed to be teeming with crows tonight. As soon as someone approached, the crows seemed to give a short caw as if signaling to their companions, raising their sharp beaks and menacing claws in the rain.

Araki Jiro glanced at the dark courtyard.

A particularly fat, black crow was staring right at him, its motionless posture making it seem as if it were the owner of the house.

“There are always a lot of crows in Tokyo, so don’t worry about it, boss,” Araki Jiro explained. “They’re probably just gathering here to take shelter from the rain because of the downpour.”

Are there many crows in Tokyo?

"With more people, there's more trash, which naturally attracts more crows looking for food. Plus, Tokyo has excellent greenery and no natural predators, making it an ideal habitat for crows. And then there are those damn animal rights organizations protecting them..."

"Oh, I see. Animal rights organizations are really tough to deal with."

"Why do animal protection organizations protect crows, which are such annoying creatures, while we monsters don't have any monster protection organizations?"

Yeah~

The two monsters sighed in unison and went to the restaurant, which was lit up. Although the light wasn't very bright, the restaurant's lighting had a warm and inviting atmosphere because of the gloomy, rainy world outside, making one want to go inside and sit down.

A man and a woman were talking in front of the restaurant. The man was followed by an assistant, who was also bald and had a long scar on his face. He quickly went to greet Tsuchiya Kazuma when he entered.

"Boss, the two officials sent from above are inside."

As he spoke, the bald man led the earthen house and horse into the house. The rain showed no signs of stopping, and crows began to caw sharply again from the nearby trees.

In a corner of the restaurant, a burly man nearly two meters tall and a short man about 1.4 meters tall sat there drinking coffee and eating bread.

Among a diverse group of yakuza members, these two stand out for their unusual demeanor.

They occupied a table that could seat six people, and no one was willing to share it with them. Just as antelopes avoid wild dogs, the members of the Black Spider, driven by natural instinct, all avoided the two men.

Kazuma Tsuchiya noticed that, compared to the tall, muscular man who exuded a stronger sense of oppression, the shorter man emanated an even greater sense of danger. The gravity, atmospheric density, and light refraction in the area he was in seemed different from elsewhere. From a distance, he looked like a death god concealing his presence.

field……

The long-awaited word swept through Tsuchiya Kazuma's mind, making his steps heavy.

He strode up to the two men and bowed respectfully, saying, "You two have worked hard."

The tall man raised his head, his fleshy face illuminated by the light.

He looked like he had just finished eating a cream bread roll; the wrapper was crumpled up on the table, and crumbs still clung to the corners of his mouth. The cream bread roll and his fierce appearance were completely incongruous.

"Long time no see, Tsuchiya." Seeing Tsuchiya and Ma, the tall one slightly raised his buttocks and greeted them. The short one was also eating bread and didn't even lift his eyelids.

Tsuchiya Kazuma was startled, and his expression became even more humble: "Lord Umibozu!"

"No need to be polite, let's get straight to the point." The Sea Monk tapped the table. "Before we came here, we got a general idea of ​​what happened this morning. That boy was terrifying. In one exchange, your sword slammed into his neck, and then you got punched in the face. The Shadow Blade was taken away just like that, in less than two seconds, wasn't it?"

"Yes." Tsuchiya Kazuma bowed, barely daring to breathe: "I underestimated you, kid."

"After the fight, what do you think of his strength?" Umibozu asked.

"At least, he's at the general level, and not just recently promoted." Tsuchiya Kazuma recalled the battle, speaking cautiously, "He didn't use divine power at the time, only relying on physical skills to fight me, so I couldn't discern his specific strength. However, to be able to withstand the Shadow Blade with his bare body, either his physical body has the strength of a king, or he has a protective spiritual artifact. To unleash a spiritual artifact comparable to the physical strength of a king, he must at least be at the general level."

“You already had general-level strength, and now with the addition of the Shadow Blade, it’s a bit tricky.” Umibozu raised a hand, pointing at Tsuchiya Kazuma’s body. “When you lose the blade’s ear, the organization will hold you accountable. Be prepared.”

"Hi!"

Tsuchiya and Ma dared not object.

Then, Umibozu raised his hand and slammed it heavily onto the table.

"Bang~"

After a loud crash, the table shattered into pieces.

The once noisy restaurant suddenly seemed to be put on pause. Everyone stopped what they were doing, standing or sitting quietly, not daring to move. The only sound in the world was the incessant sound of rain.

The short man looked up and glanced around.

His skin was dark, and his eyes were small and narrow, filled with a cruel and malevolent aura. Some people who met his gaze felt a sharp pain in their eyes, and their vision became blurred.

"My lord, please calm down." Tsuchiya Kazuma bowed deeply, a chill running down his spine.

"Araki Taro's death is not a loss for the organization." Umibozu's gaze locked onto Araki Jiro, "but what he left behind was completely wiped out overnight due to his subordinates' negligence. Someone must be held accountable for this!"

"understand!"

Tuya and Ma responded, then looked up and exchanged a wink with their two underlings.

Then, one of the two henchmen took a knife from his waist, while the other grabbed Araki Jiro's shoulder.

"Hey, spare me!" Araki Jiro shuddered, his face turning as white with fear. "Please, sir, spare me! This isn't my fault! With my strength, how could I possibly be a match for Fujiwara Izaya? I've already done my best..."

As he spoke, the henchman with the knife had already closed in on him from behind.

Driven by his survival instinct, Jiro Araki suddenly found a surge of courage and swung his cane, smashing the bald man who was grabbing his shoulder away. He then limped off on one leg and hopped towards the door.

A bald man grabbed a stool and chased after him, knocking Araki Jiro to the ground.

"You still dare to run?"

As he spoke, he slammed the stool down again.

The stool shattered the second time it was smashed, and another person surrounded him, punching and kicking him. Araki Jiro kept begging for mercy and trying to escape, until he was finally beaten until he vomited blood all over the ground and passed out, barely alive. Only then did the two bald men drag him out the door and into the dark rain.

During this process, all the onlookers remained indifferent, and not one of them came forward to plead for leniency.

The cohesion within the spider demon clan has crumbled beyond recognition… Umibozu smiled sarcastically, his gaze sweeping over the bald heads: “Also, regarding the matter of whether Jorogumo has betrayed us, the organization will conduct a thorough investigation before making a decision. I hope everyone here will cooperate with the investigation and not conceal anything or cover for her just because she is the Empress!”

"Hi!"

A unified response rang out from inside the restaurant.

Not long after, the two who had just gone out returned from the rain and stood quietly behind the earthen house and the horse.

"I'll take care of Fujiwara Izaya's matter for you tonight." Umibozu's face was grim, his tone slow and indifferent. "After tonight, you'll continue as your president. Remember, don't make any more mistakes. Be ruthless, be indifferent, be merciless..."