I'm raising a fox fairy wife in Tokyo

Just as the old man was about to stand up and angrily shout at Gao Chuanlong, he suddenly realized that the young man had appeared beside him without him noticing.

He pressed his own shoulders.

come.

A tremendous force, like a mountain collapsing.

"With your strength, if you all rush in, although many of you will die, you should be able to kill the [Grand Duke Jupiter], right? Probably? After all, not only have your swords become dull, but you've also become afraid of death."

"Old fogies who only know how to use all sorts of empty promises to lure young people to their deaths should just stay in their nests, trembling with fear, and enjoy their old age."

"You need to understand one thing."

Gao Chuanlong withdrew his grip and gently patted the old man's shoulder.

"The reason I wasted my time here is not only because you begged me to come, but also because I wanted to see what my colleagues in Tokyo are like these days."

"It's all over, this city, and the country."

"But what does that have to do with me? Even if [Grand Duke Jupiter] wants to destroy Tokyo, I'll just go back to Kyoto. Why should I risk my life to protect the status and interests of you old fogies?"

"You really don't understand, do you? These young people nowadays—"

"They only live for themselves."

Although there is only a few decades of age difference, a sadly thick barrier has already separated us.

"Okay, give me the things, I'm going back to sleep."

Takakawa Ryu is right.

The reason I attended this so-called "emergency meeting" was because the old man from the Tokyo Psychic Association begged me to come over the phone and promised me benefits in return.

As mentioned before.

Edo (Tokyo) was a city of samurai.

So, over the years, these "samurai men" who have survived since the Tokugawa Shogunate have collected quite a few swords.

Gao Chuanlong is willing to come.

It's because you can freely pick one from their inventory and take it away.

"Hurry up, it'll be too late if we wait, and it will be a hassle to get a taxi."

"..."

A moment of silence.

The old man who was in charge clapped his hands, and soon several young warriors wearing demon masks carried the heavy sword rack over to pick it up.

Row after row.

At least a hundred samurai swords, which could be called "famous swords", were placed in front of him.

"Let's go once we've made our selection."

The old man asked him to leave, but he hadn't planned to stay any longer anyway.

He reached out and touched them, handful by handful.

Without a doubt, the swords and blades before us are all top-quality, and many of them should be quite powerful "cursed tools" or things that harbor some strange power.

But Takagawa Takayuki had no interest in him.

It's just one-sided.

Search for something that, in the instant of grasping it, can make that invisible sword deep within your heart feel something.

Fortunately.

Among these hundred-plus swords, I actually won the "grand prize".

The "sword" within his own heart trembled.

The magnitude is much more exaggerated than before.

"That's it."

Gao Chuanlong picked up the rather ordinary-looking knife. When he turned around, he saw expressions of confusion, doubt, and relief in the eyes of the group of old men.

It seems they don't understand anything.

Or.

They completely fail to grasp the true value of this knife.

This is also a good thing.

Gao Chuanlong turned and left with his knife in hand, and the main hall fell into a long silence until the boy's figure disappeared into the distance.

"Arrogant brat!"

"Didn't the Gaochuan family have a grudge against the [Tai Sui Xing Jun]? Has this kid already given up? Or... does he think he can take down the other party without our help?"

"He really needs to be taught a lesson, to make him realize that we're in Tokyo now!"

The old men started muttering to themselves.

Only one of them said it with a smile.

"I actually find this kid quite interesting. People with strong personalities usually don't live long, but... once they do survive, they become some kind of monster."

"The Zhipi people."

"what."

Zenji Naohito, the 26th head of the Zenji family, nodded in response and looked at the elder who was the chairman.

"what?"

"Can you still contact Shen'er?"

"No, that guy has blocked all my contact information, but it's easy to find him. Recently... since becoming a father, he's been working even harder."

"Then, we'll entrust the task of conveying the commission to [the Grand Duke Jupiter]."

"what……"

……

Back to the time of Hachioji.

As usual, Takakawa Ryu let the driver park at the intersection not far from his family's shrine.

They then got off the bus and went to the 711-Eleven convenience store next door.

Rare.

The shop assistant didn't doze off today.

"Aren't you tired when you're on night shift lately?"

"Ah~"

Although they don't know each other's names yet, they are already quite familiar with each other because they often come to buy cola and sake.

"A bald guy came by during the day today! He said that I've been feeling sleepy and having nightmares a lot lately because of the bad feng shui of the convenience store, so he sold me this thing."

The shop assistant muttered something and took out something that looked like a Bagua mirror.

"This guy was lurking around the store suspiciously for most of the day, I was almost about to call the police."

Gao Chuanlong glanced at it.

I noticed a small line engraved in the corner that read "made in China".

Ah, Yiwu small commodities.

"And it costs 50,000 yen! That's so expensive! But I do feel much more relaxed tonight after buying it, so it must be useful."

"Hmm, then he seems to be a true master."

"Right, right? And this mirror looks so cool!"

After saying hello.

Takakawa Ryu walked towards the freezer and found that [Ling], who had asked for strawberry milk earlier, was gone.

He was probably killed by that "bald master".

I had been thinking of finding the other person's coffin again when I had time.

Human time is limited.

But in a sense, the spirit is "infinite".

Approximately 1.5 million people die in Japan every year. According to data from Europe and America, there is about a 3% chance that the deceased will become a spirit.

That means that at least 40,000 to 50,000 new spirits will be created across the country every year.

This doesn't even include the things that have accumulated over the past hundreds or thousands of years.

Even if I killed them all every day, I still couldn't kill them all, let alone [spirits], even tens of thousands of pigs...

and so.

Takakawa Ryu suddenly realized something one day in the past.

For myself.

Ordinary spirits are like a roadside creature—completely insignificant and having no impact on one's daily life.

Therefore, there's no need to worry too much, and other colleagues will handle it.

All I need is myself.

Just kill those powerful [spirits] that are capable of destroying the city.

As long as all these guys disappear.

So……

Isn't it about to become real our own "everyday world"?

No problem at all!

This is--

What a brilliant plan!

Chapter Twenty-Five: Can This Be Cheated?

"Wow! It feels like a training camp!"

"Keep your voice down, we're at someone else's house after all."

"Speaking of which, are we going to stay together...? Didn't Takagawa arrange other rooms?"

"But it's safer to be together! Didn't they say there's something scary here?!"

In the Japanese-style room.

The girls sat on the laid-out tatami mats, chattering away.

Until.

A boy's voice came from outside the sliding door.

"I'm back. Are you asleep, Shinomiya-kun?"

"No."

"Then I'm coming in."

"it is good."

The door was pushed open.

Takagawa Ryu looked at the girls in the room.

Kaguya Shinomiya, Maki Shijou, and Ai Hayasaka, and...

"Who is this?"

"Fujiwara Chika!"