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Dou Tang was taken aback.
"So I will wait, until my brother decides to tell me those things himself." Huaiyin stood up gently, leaned closer to Doutang, and their faces drew closer together.
"We can wait until you tell me on your own initiative, can't we?"
Chapter 347 Has she always been this arrogant?
Just imagine.
You are someone with a past you find hard to talk about. Your past is full of pain; you have already experienced the destruction of your family and the loss of loved ones. And now you drag your weary body to cause the destruction of other people's families. You feel that you have become accustomed to loss and death.
You lost your loved ones and never experienced love, like a cold robot bringing death to monsters and vengeful spirits who shouldn't exist in this world.
You thought your life had just passed by, spent in constant running around and killing.
But suddenly one day, you regain everything. You have a chance to abandon everything from the past and start a new life with a completely new identity... And in front of you is a girl who sees you as her older brother.
You have everything back... as it should be.
But your conscience won't allow it; you can't lie and deceive the girl who's crying in your arms. You simply can't pretend to be her brother.
So you laid it all out: you were prepared to be alone again, relying on your own strength to find a way to clear away all obstacles and let the girl live. This was your last salvation and psychological support.
But... now, it seems you've changed your mind without even realizing it.
You can't leave her, and you can't bear to see her hurt. You've lost everything, and so has she. Now you're undoubtedly family, more intimate than siblings, closer than lovers.
Now, she says she's willing to accept everything that's happened to you, and that she'll wait for you to open up whenever you want.
Hearing Huaiyin's words, even though the atmosphere in the room wasn't particularly warm or touching, Dou Tang still felt something inside him being touched.
He suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. His whole body seemed to relax like a doll without support, slumping into the chair.
Seeing this, Huaiyin chuckled, sat in his lap, and said, "Brother, were my words really that touching?"
“…Not really.” Dou Tang laughed easily, “It just feels pretty good, really good…”
Huaiyin reached out and pinched his cheek, continuing to smile as she asked, "Then, brother, when do we begin our operation?"
"Are you still able to sleep?" Dou Tang asked.
Huaiyin gave a long "hmm," then said playfully, "I'm not sure, but if some nice older brother told me a bedtime story, maybe I could fall asleep."
"Let's wait for them to come back with the food," Dou Tang said.
Huaiyin nestled in Doutang's arms, gently rubbing her forehead against Doutang's cheek, and hummed a contented nasal sound.
………………
The swordsmith, Longship, entered the room, followed by a man in a black trench coat carrying a large suitcase, which he placed in the center of the room.
"The environment here is not bad." Swordsmith Osafune looked around the room that had just been booked. Hotels in Nikko City are generally quite good, after all, it is a tourist city near Tokyo.
"Lord Longship, your luggage is ready." The man in the black trench coat nodded slightly and stood to the side, like a dutiful butler.
"Well done, Whale Frontier." The swordsmith Nagafune nodded, walked to the window, and looked at the city through the large French windows.
In her vision, the barrier connecting heaven and earth in the distance was faintly visible. It was a huge barrier created by hundreds of exorcists working together, which made people marvel at the association's emphasis on Tamamo-no-Mae.
As long as the barrier remains in place, Tamamo-no-Mae will have no chance of escaping the Association's pursuit if she wants to leave Nikko City.
"Whale Front Workshop, when will the fortune teller arrive?" asked the swordsmith, Longship.
The man in the black trench coat nodded slightly and said, "She has already taken the tram here and will arrive in about an hour, Lord Osafune."
"But... Lord Longship, is it really alright if only you and I are involved in this operation?" The man in the black trench coat raised his head slightly, his face mostly covered by a mask, but only a trace of concern could be seen in his eyes.
"Our opponents are vicious dogs that the authorities have kept for a long time, and powerful exorcists like Mr. Ren."
“There won’t be any problems.” The swordsmith Osafune laughed. “So what if they’re the government’s vicious dogs? They’re just like the Shinsengumi, made up of… a bunch of down-on-their-luck warriors, just tools for each other to keep warm.”
"Besides, this isn't the Edo period anymore. These are matters of the supernatural world, and relying solely on an official title won't do much good."
The swordsmith, Longship, slowly stretched out his hand and placed it on the glass in front of him, looking at the city gleaming under the setting sun, his eyes filled with fighting spirit and fanaticism.
"In the end, these evil spirits of the new era are like a virus spreading in the city, and the only ones who can fight against them are people who are also in the supernatural world."
"Viruses fight each other, and the last one to survive can continue to roam freely in the city. This is the essence of the new era..." The swordsmith Longship sneered: "For this country, the only rule is to live for the moment. As long as they are not forced to the point of having to purge everything, the authorities can have as many of those vicious dogs as they want."
Jingqianfang gazed quietly at the longship of the swordsmith in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, feeling a mix of emotions.
For Kashima Yoshizo, there must be as many vicious dogs as he wants, right?
There are plenty of guys like him who were once obsessed with swordsmanship, and after their deaths they were transformed into monsters and dragged into Kashima Yoshizo's world.
The outlook for this battle was not optimistic. Kujira-no-bo was prepared, but he did not expect that the swordsmith Osafune would actually try to wade into this mess with just the two of them.
The fortune teller could only predict the approximate location where Tamamo-no-Mae was imprisoned; everything after that depended on the two of them working together.
Seemingly sensing Kujimaebo's hesitation behind him, swordsmith Nagafune suddenly turned around and looked at Kujimaebo.
"What's wrong, Jingqianfang? Are you scared?" she asked with a smile.
“Yes.” Jingqianfang readily admitted, “Lord Osafune, with just Lu Zizhen’s swordsmanship, you were able to hold your own against me for a short time. Although I am confident that I can defeat you, I am worried about your safety if there are more people involved…”
"My safety?" The swordsmith Longship pointed to himself, then let out a silvery laugh.
She patted her chest, laughing so hard she could barely breathe, and said, "Ha...hahaha...you, you really are adorable, Whale Front Workshop."
"You should focus on securing your own life first before worrying about me." The swordsmith, Longshipu, leaned against the glass with one hand, his smile somewhat arrogant: "Don't underestimate my fighting prowess just because I'm a blacksmith."
"A blacksmith must understand how to use swords better than a martial artist."
Looking at the extremely confident woman in front of him, Kujira-no-bo could only lower his head and agree, while praying in his heart that the swordsmith Osafune was really that strong.
He was really unsure about fighting Mr. Ren.
Chapter 348 Samurai
Although Tokyo is a very large city with more than 25 million people living in it, it is the undisputed largest city in Japan.
But on the other side of this city, on the other side of the world, the world belonging to the supernatural seems insignificant and insignificant.
Even though the new era has been underway for over a year, and even though the number of monsters, vengeful spirits, and exorcists that have emerged in this year is more than that of the past ten years combined, this group still seems very small.
Because of their insignificance, everything they do becomes news, and every public battle becomes common knowledge.
Mr. Ren's oppressive power, through word of mouth, has been elevated to an absurd level.
Everyone knows that he is the ace of the association. Although the association is in turmoil and no longer as domineering as it used to be, it must be admitted that the foundation it has built up in the past still makes it a behemoth.
Mr. Ren may not be subordinate to the association, but he is still a sharp weapon to maintain order. After the massacre of drug users in the Jueyin Shouwu incident, and then defeating Taira no Masakado in full view of everyone, he even participated in the war in Urayasu City as a Kamen Rider, which started a month-long war.
Decisive and efficient, quick and decisive – such a person is truly unique in Tokyo's otherwise peaceful environment.
He doesn't care about the results or responsibilities; he goes straight to the heart of the problem in the most direct way, and once he grasps the core, he destroys it with unparalleled force... That's the terror of Mr. Ren.
It was impossible to understand how to play against him, and there was no way to slow down the pace. Once he made up his mind and attacked, no external force could interfere with the battle.
In the past, many things were negotiable between exorcists and yokai. Even exorcists valued their own lives, and yokai did the same. No one wanted to push the other to the brink of destruction, and everyone feared that their opponent might have hidden tricks they didn't know about.
Why risk your life if it's not your own family member who's dying?
Many exorcists' kindness is maintained only as long as they themselves remain safe and sound.
But Toudou is different… Many people have already dug into Toudou's past, knowing that this boy, whose real name is Kiryu Toudou, has lost everything. In their understanding, the current Kiryu Toudou is someone who has risen from the ashes…
A vengeful demon that climbed up from prison.
The evil spirit, cradling its sister, bared its fangs menacingly, hunting down every evil spirit it could find—it was that simple.
This makes it seem... difficult to proceed.
Even the most ruthless evil spirits and monsters are wary of that guy and become hesitant to act.
This is precisely how Whale Front Studio perceives Kiryu Todoro.
In his view, dealing with that kind of guy was risky in itself.
The swordsmith, Nagafune, noticed his anxiety and said, "Kujimaebo, you're a samurai, aren't you?"
Jingqianfang nodded and answered honestly, "Yes, without a doubt, it's not just about martial artists. My family has been a lineage of warriors for generations... although warriors are no longer needed in modern times."
“No, it is still necessary, Kujira-maebo.” The swordsmith Osafune smiled. “Just as the swords made by the Osafune school still have a reason to exist… the samurai must also continue to exist.”
She glanced at Jing Qianfang's hands, behind which the hilt of a curved sword, hidden in his sleeve, was visible, looking utterly sinister.
"But you seem to have abandoned your Japanese sword, why?"
After a moment of silence, Whale Frontier slowly replied in a hoarse voice, "Because it's unnecessary, Lord Osafune."
"Kashima Yoshizo needs warriors, but not samurai. Our plan is to eventually conquer Yomohirasaka, this path of carnage, and we do not need samurai who live for glory."
The swordsmith, Longship, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the man who had hidden himself in the darkness of the room, and waved with a smile.
"Come here, Whale Front Workshop."
Jing Qianfang was a little puzzled. She took small steps forward and stood in front of the French windows. Finally, half of her body was exposed to the sunlight, even though the winter sun was not warm at all.
"Whale Front Workshop, what are your thoughts after watching Mr. Ren's battle?" asked the swordsmith, Longship.
"Exquisite swordsmanship, clear thinking, powerful sense of pressure, and the moves flow as smoothly as water." Jingqianfang's tone was somewhat emotional: "It's hard to imagine how a 17-year-old male high school student could possess such skills."
"Aren't you tempted?" the swordsmith Longship asked again.
This time, Whale Front Workshop fell silent. The silence lasted for far too long. The setting sun outside the window turned into a fading sunset, hidden behind the clouds, revealing only a deep scarlet red hanging on the horizon.
"...My heart is moved." Suddenly, Jing Qianfang's hands trembled, and the fabric behind the sleeves of his trench coat was instantly cut open, revealing two curved blades in his hands.
With a flick of his wrist, he held the two curved swords and bowed to present them to the swordsmith, Changchuan, without uttering a word.
"Whale Front Workshop, what are you doing here?" the swordsmith Longship asked knowingly.
"Please, Lord Osafune, take back these two swords, and... use them to forge another sword for me." Kujira-no-bo took a deep breath: "Please grant my request."
As a martial artist who has honed his skills for a long time, it's hard not to be tempted when facing Dou Tang.
Xue Qing is like this, Chang Liang is like this, and Jing Qian Fang is like this at this moment. Anyone who relies on their own martial arts skills cannot refuse to have a fair fight with Dou Tang.
Even a down-on-his-luck samurai like Whale Front still harbors some of the desires of a warrior.
The swordsmith, Nagafune, didn't take the two swords. Instead, he patted Kujira-zen-bo on the shoulder and said, "Kujira-zen-bo, you made a mistake earlier."
“Kashima Yoshizo also needs samurai.”
She raised her hand slightly, and a crown exuding a fiery aura appeared above her head.
The moment the crown appeared, a wave of heat erupted throughout the room, but then the heat suddenly contracted and subsided, making the room two or three degrees cooler than before.
The swordsmith, Nagafune, gripped his right hand tightly, the muscles in his arm clearly visible.
"Go." She waved her right hand toward the living room floor, and the stream of light in her palm flew out, gathered and condensed in the center of the living room, and finally transformed into an anvil made of flames that burned out of thin air.
Then, she reached out and took the two curved knives that Jingqianfang handed her, holding them in her hands.
The two curved swords seemed to melt as soon as she held them in her hands; the precious wood and silk wrapped around the hilts burst into flames in an instant, turning to ashes that flowed through her fingers.
The scimitar itself emitted a faint red light from within, which slowly grew brighter, as if it had just been taken out of the forge.
The swordsmith, Longboat, came to the center of the living room and placed the two short swords, which had become stuck together due to the high temperature, on the anvil made of flames.
Chapter 349 The Samurai's Sword
This was the first time that Whale Front had witnessed the entire process of swordsmith Longship using the Crown, and it was also the first time he had so vividly felt the power of the Crown.
The crown... is an irrational power. It does not require offerings or devotion, nor does it need to be controlled by long-term obsession. As long as one's mind is moved, the power of the crown will respond to the holder's will and release an almost inexhaustible power.
Just like this moment.
The curved sword turned into a scorching hot iron in the hands of the swordsmith Nagafune, while she looked at Whale Front House and asked, "What style do you want?"
For Kujira-no-bo to have the swordsmith Osafune forge a sword for him was already a great act of kindness, so he dared not make any further requests. He quickly lowered his head and said sincerely, "Lord Osafune, you may decide. I just need a sword."
"Hmm... since we're going to clash swords, then let's choose the chicken blade... although it might not be strong enough, I think you wouldn't use a precious sword I forged to fight someone else."
"Shall we clash sword to sword?" asked the swordsmith, Longship, holding his scimitar, which had turned completely crimson.
“Of course not.” Jing Qianfang dared not raise his head: “Mr. Ren’s sword was also made by Lord Changchuan. Such a treasure, I would rather have it stained with my own blood than have it clashed with his sword.”
"You certainly know how to talk." The swordsmith Nagafune chuckled, slowly raising his free left hand, which was already clenched into a fist, like a hammer.
"Where's the blade pattern?"
“Naturally, all the Osafune of Bizen will be burned,” Kujira-no-bo replied again.
The chicken blade style mentioned earlier refers to the way the blade and edge are shaped. The so-called chicken blade style is "bird's castration", which is an extremely exquisite type of blade. It is known for its sharpness and ingenuity and is said to be a treasure of ancient Japan that can be compared with modern surgical scalpels.
As for the hamon (Blade Pattern), it refers to the patterns formed on the blade after it has been covered with clay and then quenched, and it is one of the most distinctive features of Japanese swords.