Don't force me to use my right fist.

"Alright, it's your decision, and I can't change your mind. If there's anything I can help you with, just tell me. As for dealing with the Mato family, I can only put pressure on them from the outside." Kaguya sighed. If she could, she wouldn't really want to see Saya working so hard. While she was certainly touched, she was also a little worried. As for the reasons, Kaguya herself couldn't quite explain them. Logically speaking, Saya using an identity unknown to everyone to eliminate hidden dangers for her was entirely beneficial to her. But when she thought about the possibility of Saya getting hurt, she wanted to persuade him to think of other safer methods.

"No need. Just stay home and wait for news. Leave the rest to me. However, there's something you might be able to help me with." Saku frowned, then exchanged a glance with Kaguya as if he had thought of something.

"How can I help you?" Kaguya instinctively sensed that Saya was probably up to his old tricks again. Having mentally prepared herself, she decided to trust him this time.

"Do you know any really skilled swordsmen or anything? Or maybe you know the name of our school's kendo club president, Kenshin or Youmu? Could you introduce them to me?" The "Sword Drawing" mod only provides various weapons. Swordsmanship and related skills aren't something a simple mod can include. So, having a powerful weapon definitely needs matching swordsmanship. With so many hidden talents in this school, who knows, maybe some amazing character is hiding in the kendo club?

Chapter 231 The Gradually Taking Shape of a Shura Field

Unfortunately, Kaguya's answer dashed Saya's hopes. There was no one in this school named Youmu Konpaku or Kenshin Himura. Not even a martial artist...

Kaguya herself didn't know if there were such people in this school, but she couldn't help it because Amakawa Tsubasa, who had already returned and was sitting next to her eavesdropping, was practically an insider at the school. So she could tell Saya with certainty that there shouldn't be any people with similar names in the school. In fact, the swordsmanship club at Sakura Academy was practically just for show, the kind that got beaten up by other schools every year.

He sighed with some disappointment. It seemed that one couldn't really expect just anyone to appear in this world.

Sōyū rested his face on his hand, looking quite troubled. He felt that having a weapon without the corresponding skills would be a huge loss.

But if it doesn't happen, we can't force it. I just hope that I'll have an opportunity to further my studies in the future.

"Isn't it very impolite of you to interrupt me like this while I'm talking to Saya-kun, class president?" Kaguya was more concerned about Amakawa Tsubasa, who had suddenly interrupted her conversation with Saya. Even if she didn't say anything, as long as Saya asked a question, she would just have to ask Reisen to investigate, and the information she got would be just as good.

Well, because I care about it a lot. And since I happen to know the answer to this question, I'll answer Saya first. If it saves me a lot of trouble, you'll be happy, right, Saya? Amakawa Tsubasa smiled at Kaguya. She slowly gave her explanation, not forgetting to use Saya as a shield.

"Well, I'm fine. It's good that you could tell me directly. It's really nice not having to wait." Saku scratched his head, unaware of Kaguya's murderous glare. He answered honestly.

"Now the question has been answered."

Kaguya glared at Saya, concealing the murderous intent in her eyes, before turning back to answer Amakawa Tsubasa in a normal tone.

"Well, actually I just wanted to ask if you could give me a ride home after school if you're free tonight, Saya-kun?"

Amakawa Tsubasa maintained the same smile that infuriated Kaguya, as if she hadn't heard what Kaguya had just said, and continued to ask Saya about Wakasa as usual.

"I'm sorry, he has something very important to attend to later. I'm afraid he won't have time. Am I right, Saya-kun?"

Kaguya, practically gritting her teeth, called out Saku's name to him. Seeing Saku's bewildered expression, she knew that if he still didn't understand after she'd put on this show, he might as well be dead.

"Yes, I do have some things to do tonight, so I probably won't be able to spend time with you."

Sawa didn't really understand what Kaguya meant, but she reminded him that he still had to deal with the old bug and didn't have extra time to do anything else.

Even if Zuoyou wanted to set off for the Jian Tong family right now to launch a surprise attack, that vampire definitely wouldn't notice. At the very least, he could still gather some more information, which would be much more reliable than him sitting in the classroom and honestly attending classes like this.

"I'd rather go and get busy now, so could you please ask for another day off for me, class monitor? This is quite important to me."

Sawa, who was always ready to do whatever came to mind, stood up. Anyway, if he wanted to practice drawing his sword, he could just find a secluded spot, dig a hole, and slowly work on it. He didn't necessarily have to go to some private place to try it out.

"Huh? Saya-kun, are you going out again?"

There was obvious reluctance in Yuchuan Yi's eyes, but even more so, worry.

Kaguya, though silent, betrayed him with her eyes. This guy really is something. She was just saying it to fool this girl with glasses, how could he take it so seriously?

Do you really dislike being with yourself that much?

He doesn't even consider why she came to work at a school in the first place. If it weren't for his strange habit, wouldn't she be better off staying at home?

"Because it's really crucial. Finishing this sooner is beneficial for both me and Kaguya. If it drags on, I'm worried something might happen." Saya explained, then stood up and walked towards the classroom door.

"The rest is up to you. As for Kaguya, just be careful and don't wander around. Go straight home after school, or you can take that guy over there with you." Saya pointed directly at Renya, who had just come in from Exit J of the classroom and was still unaware of what was happening, before walking past her. Renya, looking bewildered, returned to her seat. As soon as Saya disappeared at the end of the corridor, Amakawa Tsubasa turned around and looked at Kaguya, who seemed to have a tacit understanding with her as she shifted her gaze towards her.

After exchanging a glance, Kaguya's expression turned completely cold.

"You're Amakawa Tsubasa, right? I think it would be better if you stayed away from Saya-kun in the future. He's my bodyguard, after all. If you just stick to him like this, isn't that a bit against the school rules?" The tone was less like a discussion and more like a superior giving orders to a subordinate. It left Amakawa Tsubasa no room to refuse.

"Well, I'm sorry, but this is just a normal, healthy friendship between classmates with no other feelings involved. If you don't believe me, you can always ask Saya herself, right?" Amakawa Tsubasa replied neither humbly nor arrogantly, and even took the opportunity to mock Kaguya.

"Of course, Kaguya-san, if you're going to use your status to force this out of you, then there's nothing I can do. After all, the school is part of your family's property. But as far as I know, Saya-san isn't your property. Who he wants to be with is none of your business, even if you could, right?"

"Then let's give it a try. Just because it's not happening now doesn't mean it won't happen in the future. There's nothing I, Kaguya, haven't set my sights on that I can't have." Kaguya snorted coldly before sitting back down, propping her chin on her hand and gazing out the window.

"We'll have to wait and see. But I believe that Saya isn't that kind of person. As for what he'll choose, that's up to his ability."

After finishing her sentence, Amakawa Tsubasa walked to her seat. As for what she said, she didn't know whether she was answering Kaguya or speaking to herself.

Chapter 232 Preparations Before the Battle

Sōyū had no idea that the two girls in the classroom were almost fighting after he left. Just as he'd expected, he'd dug a makeshift basement and set up his workbench. First, he used a stick and two planks to craft a wooden sword. After looking at it for a while, he hesitated before slashing it at his own arm. There was no way around it; the requirement for making a puppet was that it had to be a wooden sword used at least once. That requirement was rather strange. Fortunately, Sōyū could cut himself; otherwise, finding something to slash with would have been quite troublesome. Seeing the green durability bar appear after the wooden sword struck him, Sōyū placed it back into the workbench, combining it with the two logs.

A very ordinary wooden samurai sword appeared in Saya's hand, along with a special achievement that appeared in the lower left corner.

"Achievement [Katana] obtained" wir Then Saku started to struggle. There are many branching options for the Katana. In the current situation, there are several crafting paths to choose from. Whether it is bamboo light, ironwood, or a long-lasting scabbard, they are all good choices.

"Fine, I'll take them all. Basic swords aren't hard to make anyway." Zuoyou was a little confused; the Radiant Soul Orb that was supposed to be a reward for achieving the achievement was nowhere to be found. However, after checking his inventory and discovering an extra Crystal of Kindness, he couldn't help but feel an urge to complain. So, he just wants this thing for everything, right? All the rarer materials are being exchanged for this, meaning he's being forced to fight monsters himself? No wonder the Minecraft system judged it as malicious; it was indeed full of malice towards Zuoyou. However, it wasn't really that bad. At least there weren't so many fancy materials, making it easier for Zuoyou to synthesize things later. Sighing, Zuoyou crafted a few more ordinary puppets, then combined them with bamboo and iron to create the Nameless Sword Bamboo Light and the Sharp Blade White Sheath. The upgraded version of Bamboo Light didn't require many materials, so Zuoyou continued crafting it into the simplest famous sword, "Silver Paper Bamboo Light." The black blade paired with a pure black scabbard makes this sword quite attractive, both in appearance and name. The problem is its incredibly low durability; if Saya remembers correctly, it will break after only a dozen or so hits. But he has no choice but to forge it, as he'll need the scabbard after it shatters from killing a hundred enemies to upgrade to a higher-level sword. As for the sharp sword "White Scabbard," that's much more powerful; its upgraded version, the Greatsword, will allow him to use the stylish Dimensional Slash. However, achieving the kill count is a bit tricky. Saya can only hope that the old bug's insects will bring him some surprises. The old bug's specially bred insects count one kill each, right? With Zouken as his current source of hope, Saya secretly made up his mind and put all three swords into his backpack. As for the rest, Saya decided to see if there were any special crafting methods. Given the nature of the Minecraft system, if some of the crafting methods for the katana are changed, then some of the original content will definitely be modified as well. whl just doesn't have a corresponding tutorial, so you might have to figure it out yourself. What disappointed Zuoyou was that neither the crystals obtained from simple goodwill nor the crystals from karma seemed to be able to be directly crafted with the katana.

"It probably requires some special drops, like the healing items from those Healers." Saya stroked his chin, not seeming too disappointed. After all, having a few swords was already good enough. Even without expansions, just crafting the Tsukuyomi sword "Tsukumogami" was practical enough. Saya didn't know any sword techniques, so even the best weapons would be a waste in his hands. Right now, he only cared about high attack power. Actually, in that sense, Shiki's Enma sword was the most suitable for Saya. Its defense-ignoring slashes were a perfect match for his strength. It was a pity that Shiki clearly needed to use that sword, otherwise, Saya would have really wanted to trade something for it. Playing with the Katana mod was a nightmare for collecting rin. No matter what kind of sword it was, crafting it was quite troublesome, yet each had its own unique characteristics, making it quite fascinating for enthusiasts. After tidying up and finding there was nothing else to prepare, Saya crawled out from underground. He quickly brushed off the dust from his clothes and then looked around. Noticing there were no pedestrians nearby, Saya narrowed his eyes and took out the nameless wooden sword puppet from his backpack. Holding a wooden sword made purely of wood, even if passersby saw him, they would at most think Saya was a somewhat immature teenager. After all, it was just a wooden sword; it wasn't particularly eye-catching. In a place like Japan, there seemed to be many young people who liked to carry wooden swords. But Saya wasn't there to show off that side of himself; rather, the sword itself held something that had always intrigued him.

That's a double jump. No matter what kind of sword it is, even the most basic one, according to the Minecraft rules, as long as Saya's main hand is wielding a Taketo sword, he can freely use a double jump. This unreasonable setting would definitely infuriate the white-haired demon who has wielded the Enma sword for countless years. Saya simply took a running start, grabbed the puppet, and jumped. While in the air, Saya felt as if a force was indeed gathering beneath his feet.

Subconsciously exerting his strength once more, Saya actually felt something supporting his feet, and his falling body leaped into the air again. He jumped once more in a way that would make Newton furious. After this second jump, the power contained in his feet disappeared, but this did not diminish the joyful expression on Saya's face.

Double jumps, though seemingly a common ability in games, are often the most difficult moves to execute. If you want to achieve a double jump in real life, I suggest you first have a solo match with your physics teacher. Having successfully tested the technique, Zuoyou was clearly in high spirits, walking briskly towards the Jian Tong residence. Now that preparations were complete, it was time to deal with that old bug.

Chapter 233 You're Overthinking It

The story returns to the Makoto family home before Saya's departure. Sherry, feeling utterly humiliated by Saya's escape, glances at the decapitated body of Makoto Zouken lying on the ground, still tinged with anger, and speaks in a voice laced with rage. As her voice fades, in the gradually thawing reception room, where Saya's absence has subsided, some large worms emerge from a corner, wriggle around, and then burrow into Makoto Zouken's lifeless body.

The enormous worm burst open right at the wound. Disgusting mucus covered the entire decapitated area, and in no time, a brand new head grew from the wound.

"Lady Sherry, you're going a bit too far. I wasn't faking my death; that young man's strength is indeed several levels above mine, and there's nothing I can do about it." Sherry explained with an expression of utter disgust. The resurrected Zouken touched his wrinkled bald head, as if he was still somewhat unaccustomed to his new body.

"Explain it that way if you want, but you know in your heart whether you used your full strength or not. There's no point in trying to fool me, is there?"

No matter how many times Shirley tried, she couldn't stand the old man who reeked of decaying insects. The thought that his body might be made up of unknown insects only intensified her aversion.

"You wouldn't dare say that. The other party was someone even Lady Sherry personally had to deal with to secure. And judging from your expression, it seems you've also lost quite a bit?"

Although the entire reception room was filled with insects used by Zouken Matou for surveillance, under the cover of Shirley's dark domain, even he couldn't know what had happened inside. Since only Shirley remained out of the darkness, he naturally assumed that she was the victor in the battle, not Saya.

Judging from Shirley's expression and the fact that her ever-present knife was gone, it was clear that even if she had won, it wouldn't have been a simple victory.

"I got him?" Wihl

Shirley paused for a moment when she heard the old bug's conclusion, and then a self-deprecating smile appeared on her face.

She didn't really win. If simply losing her weapon was enough to kill Saiyu, she would be quite happy to do so. However, the problem is that Saiyu didn't die; instead, he escaped from her grasp. So, the old bug's words now sound rather harsh.

"Is there any other possible outcome?"

Zouken looked at Shirley with a puzzled expression. He knew Shirley's strength very well. Logically speaking, even if Saya's ability seemed a bit strange just now, it shouldn't be so difficult that even she couldn't figure it out, right?

"You can figure it out yourself, but what we just discussed can be scrapped. Just pretend I was never here."

Shirley clearly didn't want to explain herself to this annoying old man, so she simply waved her hand at him and looked tired and ready to leave.

Since Saya had already listened to her plan, the identity of the Makoto family was essentially exposed. She wasn't worried that Makoto Zouken would betray the Shingon Church; in fact, she didn't care at all. Sherry wasn't some fanatical believer who was truly delusional and thought there was some omniscient and omnipotent god. She joined the Shingon Church simply to avoid trouble, and the god's blessing did indeed help her increase her strength. Therefore, she certainly wouldn't kindly remind Makoto Zouken to be careful about Kaguya's future actions; it had nothing to do with her. She didn't even intend to tell this cunning old man Saya's true identity. Her hatred for Saya didn't need anyone else's interference; in fact, her hatred for him had reached its peak. She felt that her resolve wouldn't be fulfilled unless she personally transformed this guy into a dog-like kin by her side.

"Oh? Miss Xiangli, are you not planning to make a move at my banquet?"

Zouken Matou looked puzzled. This guy, who had just been eager to threaten him, had suddenly changed his mind?

"I've lost interest, and besides, whether your plan will even succeed is still a question."

With a cold laugh, Shirley walked directly into the darkness in a corner, where she was swallowed up by the solidified darkness and completely disappeared from the living room of the Jian Dong family.

Meanwhile, Jian Dongzang frowned and looked at the spot where Ruoxueli had disappeared with a solemn expression.

Although he didn't know the meaning of her last words, he still sensed a bad message from them.

However, he absolutely couldn't let such a good opportunity slip by. He had gone to great lengths to plan and obtain a perfect replacement; to give it up just because of Shirley's nonsensical remark was clearly out of the question.

With a grave expression, Mitsuaki waved his hand, and black insects surged out from the ground of the entire room, burrowing into his body. However, even so, he still couldn't glean any useful information from these insects. Within Sherry's dark domain, even the insects couldn't see anything; moreover, they couldn't even hear the conversation between Saya and Sherry.

"Damn this ability, doesn't it still treat me like an outsider? It's useless at guarding against other things, but it's great at guarding against its own people, huh?"

He let out a cold snort—a sound that seemed to emanate directly from the still icy...

“Those people from the Church of Truth are indeed unreliable. If I want to survive, I can only rely on myself.” A ruthless glint flashed in Zouken Matou’s eyes. After hesitating for a moment, he went to another room and instructed his servants to dial the Tohsaka family’s number.

Shirley's last words still made him quite uneasy. To avoid any unforeseen complications, he decided to get things settled beforehand.

The formal banquet can wait until later; right now, the most important thing is to keep people under our control.

"Patriarch of the Jiandong Clan, what brings you to me at this hour?"

A male voice, elegant and refined like that of a nobleman, came from the other end of the phone, bringing Makoto Zouken back to his senses.

"Is this Mr. Shichen? I suddenly feel like my days are numbered. Could you please move up the time we discussed adopting a granddaughter into our family? I'm really afraid something unexpected might happen."

He coughed twice in a mocking manner, and then a cold smile appeared on his smug face before he spoke.

"Is that so? Alright then, I'll bring my men over in a bit. But I hope you'll remember our deal if you do this, okay?" The man hesitated for a moment, but although he clearly sensed that Zouken was hiding something, he still chose to accept his offer.

Chapter 234 Sakura Tohsaka, the Abandoned

Half an hour later, the Tohsaka family's car pulled up in front of the Matou family's house. The current head of the Tohsaka family, Tokimitsu Tohsaka, along with his wife and a black-haired girl with a mushroom-shaped haircut, entered the somewhat eerie Matou family mansion. Afterwards, it's unclear what kind of deal they reached with Zouken Matou, but when they left the Matou family mansion, only Tokimitsu Tohsaka and his wife remained. Sakura Tohsaka was left behind at the Matou family's house. Even though her mother had told her that she would still have opportunities to visit her, and she had even gotten used to going to school with her older sister every day, she still seemed somewhat confused about what had happened. Now, she might as well be called Matou Sakura. After all, according to what her mother had told her, she had been adopted into the Matou family and might even become their heir. This still couldn't prevent the already immature girl from feeling abandoned by her family. She knew to some extent that one of her and her sister would be adopted into the Mato family. She just hadn't expected it to happen so quickly, without any warning. Her parents hadn't even consulted her before taking her from school and sending her to this unfamiliar family. Then they abandoned her. Huddled in a corner, Sakura Tohsaka felt an indescribable sadness welling up inside her young heart. And this feeling, in the face of the old man approaching with a sinister smile, transformed into fear.

"Sakura, right? From now on, you should be called Matou Sakura instead of Tohsaka Sakura, which means you'll become my granddaughter. Come and get to know me properly, okay?" With a satisfied expression, Zouken Matou looked the little girl, who was clearly terrified of him, up and down. His eyes were filled with a greedy urge to devour her whole. Unfortunately, children are always exceptionally sensitive in this regard. Sensing the hostility in Zouken Matou's eyes, Tohsaka Sakura, who had already been cowering in the corner out of fear, began to tremble even more violently. Her little face turned deathly pale, and she shook her head, unable to speak. This was unavoidable. Even disregarding other emotions and his gaze, Zouken Matou's appearance was unlikely to appeal to a child. His mummy-like, withered body, coupled with his grayish-white skin, meant he didn't even need to make any strange movements. Just standing there was enough to frighten a child to tears.

"Ah. You're still a little shy, aren't you? But it's alright, I think we'll soon become family, blood relatives." Seeing Sakura's resistant expression, Zou Matou didn't say anything, only the forced smile on his face disappeared. Since she wasn't buying it, there was no point in wasting his effort.

Calling out to the servants waiting nearby, Kenjiro turned around, leaning on his cane with an impatient expression, and headed towards the basement. Now that everyone was already there, he figured he should get to the most important thing first. Shirley's words before she left still echoed in Kenjiro's ears, giving him a premonition that this whole thing was going to fall apart.

Therefore, to avoid what might happen later, finishing what needed to be done as soon as possible became his most crucial issue. Just as he was heading to the basement, his good-for-nothing grandson finally got out of bed. Seemingly having inquired about some news from the servants, he opened the door and went straight to Sakura Tohsaka, who was being led by a servant.

"Grandpa, is this my future fiancée? Or are you going to treat her like my little sister for now?" Even though he was terrified of his grandfather, Shinji Matou still possessed the curiosity typical of his age. So, after scrutinizing Sakura Tohsaka with expectant and curious eyes, he asked Zouken Matou. This little girl was indeed quite cute, but she was definitely too young. If possible, he preferred the older sister type. However, this kind of upbringing seemed pretty good; he could consider it an early investment. Thinking this, Shinji Matou reached out to Sakura Tohsaka, wanting to touch her incredibly soft face. Of course, his expression was indeed somewhat lewd. However, before his hand could even touch Sakura's face, the oppressive aura emanating from his grandfather, who didn't seem like a normal person at all, made him involuntarily stop his actions.

"I advise you not to do that. We can talk about this later. Right now, I suggest you just disappear from my sight." The tone of Makoto's voice was completely unlike that of someone speaking to a family member; his voice, cold to the bone, carried a hint of threat, causing Makoto Shin to instantly withdraw his hand and shrink back involuntarily. He could only let the servants take the equally frightened Tohsaka Sakura away.

From an angle unseen by Zouken Matou, Shin's gaze towards the girl's back suddenly turned venomous. She was just someone else's child, merely a tool for exchange, so why was she valued so highly? Unforgivable! Her arrival had caused his status in the family to decline once more—that was absolutely unacceptable. His fists clenched, Shin cursed viciously, completely blaming the little girl, Sakura Tohsaka, who had just arrived in his house, for all the grievances he suffered. He even began to plan how to properly introduce this girl to who the true heir of the family was. Zouken Matou, however, was clearly unaware of what his grandson was thinking. Even if he did, he wouldn't care. If his next plan succeeds, then it won't matter what Shinji Matou does to that girl. After all, both he and Sakura Tohsaka are just tools to him. At this moment, Matou is only obsessed with his plan; everything else is irrelevant. Sakura Tohsaka's youthful body, brimming with an affinity for magic, will soon be his.

Chapter 235 I caught you again, didn't I?

Sakura Tohsaka was quickly washed by servants and then taken to the entrance of the Makoto family's basement. She had never truly understood why she had ended up in this situation. The two families had virtually no contact, and sending her to this unfamiliar family simply to avoid conflict between future heirs was hardly a valid reason. Of course, these things were too early for a child her age, so after reassuring herself while bathing, she managed to calm her fear and decided to try and get to know Makoto Zouken before considering anything else. Perhaps this old man was just intimidating on the outside but kind at heart. He had just said he wanted to become family with her and had rescued her from her unrealistic expectations by rescuing her from that strange older brother. Sakura looked at the old man who was already waiting at the basement entrance. With trembling hands, Makoto Zouken took Sakura's hand from the servant's, his own hands shaking with excitement. His plan was about to begin. Once it was done, he wouldn't have to keep it hidden anymore, and he would be one step closer to his plan for immortality.

"Come, let me show you around. This will be where you live from now on." Maintaining a friendly expression, Zouken Matou took Sakura Tohsaka's small hand and pushed open the basement door, leading them inside.

"Um, Grandpa, why do we have to start the tour of the Makoto family from the basement?" The young girl, speaking for the first time since arriving, asked Makoto Zouken in a weak voice. "Shouldn't we usually start from the garden and go to her room first?"