I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

Hearing Kazuo Amado's solemn tone, the two who were originally at odds could only listen with serious expressions.

"'That lord' hand-picked two antiques that had just come into being last night, and asked us to get them back. The information is here, try to communicate with gentle means, but if the other party does not cooperate, then... use any means."

When the man named Zhong Zhi Shuren and Uchimura Ryukyu heard the word "that adult", a frenzied expression appeared on their faces.

The only one who can be called "that lord" by Minister Tento is the chairman who founded the "Aum Shinrikyo" and allowed people like himself to obtain miraculous things.

Curious about what the chairman was so concerned about, Ryukyu Uchimura couldn't wait to pick up the photo on the desktop to check it out.

An envoy like him who has only received a "miracle" once belongs to the most peripheral role of the organization.

If he can complete the task of "that lord", not only will he be able to get his revenge, but he may even be given stronger power.

In the two photos, there are two antique swords with different shapes.

One of the long swords has a handle and sheath made of animal leather, and the handle looks rusty.

The other handle is a short and thin Taidao engraved with a chrysanthemum emblem and a horizontal one-character pattern. The blade seems to have been cut off in the middle, leaving only half of the residual blade connected to the handle.

"The incident this time may involve those mysterious spirit removers, so I specially invited the tree planters who have dealt with spirit removers to come here."

"Minister Tenteng has given you the honor."

The middle tree planter replied indifferently.

"Seeing how tough you were just now, I'll give you this as an advance reward first, don't let me down..."

Having said that, Ichiro Tento took out an object wrapped in talisman paper and threw it to Ryuu Uchimura.

"This... this is..."

Seeing the outer talisman paper, Uchimura Ryukyu had already guessed what it was, with a complicated expression on his face.

A god-given item with only a one-fifth survival rate after taking it, no matter how much it was given to him, he would not dare to use it.

There is also a good god-given item in the safe of the Bliss Club, but he dare not use it.

"Fortunately, you have obtained the 'Water Tiger's Kidney' from a sacrifice recently, which is the safest choice for you... Remember, I have always cherished talents."

"Thank you... Thank you Minister, I will definitely not let you down!"

Hearing this name, Uchimura Ryukyu heaved a sigh of relief, and bowed ninety degrees gratefully, even his fingers didn't feel pain.

Let him take the god-given item that also came from the water tiger, which suits him quite well. Not only does it have a great chance of surviving, but it can also enhance his "power of the water tiger" in all aspects.

"As for Mr. Zhongzhi's reward, it will be given to you as soon as the organization bestows other parts of the 'Zhi Evil Ghost'."

The tree planter in the middle said nothing, but nodded calmly.

...

Seven days later.

In Ibaraki County, in front of a Japanese-style manor covering an area of ​​about ten acres on the outskirts of the city.

A tall, handsome young man with a ponytail stepped out of an Infiniti sedan.

It is Abe Temple.

He was not wearing his usual tracksuit, but a rather formal black kimono.

After Abe Temple respectfully walked to the gate of the manor, a loud noise came from the concealed gate.

"Sorry, there is a funeral in my family, please come back today."

"The old man Yiwen promised us that matter before! Besides, we are also here to attend the funeral today, how can..."

Several men in black suits with unkind faces were surrounding a middle-aged man in a black kimono, talking nonsense.

"Several non-family relatives and friends are not on the invitation list for the funeral, so please don't disturb yourself... Besides, my father never mentioned this matter to me before he was alive, so please come back first."

The man in the kimono said to the men in suits with a serious face and without giving in.

"Since you reject people thousands of miles away, don't blame us..."

"Uncle Yiwen, do you need help?"

Abe Temple immediately stepped forward and asked the middle-aged man.

"It's Abe-kun who is here...I'm making you laugh, my father's mourning hall is inside, please go inside first."

Seeing Abeji, the middle-aged man surnamed "Ichimonji" bowed slightly to him with a wry smile.

"That's right, this is a matter between our National Essence Society and Yiwenjia... Don't meddle in your own business, kid."

The leading man walked towards Abe Temple and stared at him viciously.

Abe Temple looked at the tattoo on his forearm, and frowned in disgust: "Mr. Yiwen's funeral is coming soon, I'm afraid it's not right for you to disturb me in front of the door today...Let's go."

"Hehe, your tone is quite arrogant..."

The leading man reached out and grabbed Abe Temple's collar, and several other men also surrounded him, planning to use him to make an example of others.

"Let go...hand!!"

Abeji looked at his wrinkled neckline, and unceremoniously cut the knife with his left hand, and hit the man's abdomen hard.

The man who was hit by him fell down screaming and clutching his stomach.

Then, several men who rushed up from behind were also slashed by him with the "same hand knife", and they wailed again and again.

"Dare to meddle in the affairs of our National Essence Society, do you dare to declare your name?"

The man in the lead forced himself to stand up and said sternly.

"If you want to have an opinion, you can ask the Tokyo Metropolitan Tsuchimimon for an explanation."

Abe Temple straightened his slightly wrinkled clothes lightly, and looked at him without fear.

Wearing a black kimono, he looked like a peerless sword out of its sheath, showing its sharpness, which made several men retract their gazes.

The Tumimon family is a family of the same origin as the Abe family, and it is also a large consortium involving politics and all walks of life.

"Tu Yumen, okay, I've made a note...today I will say something about the funeral of the old man, we won't bother you anymore, and we will visit the door some other day."

Hearing the three words "Tu Yumen", the expression of the man in the lead changed slightly, he left the harsh words and beckoned his subordinates to leave.

"Please Abe-kun."

"Where, it's because Uncle Yiwen has such a good temper."

While talking, the middle-aged man led Abeji towards the interior of the mansion.

In the main hall, decorated with black and white curtains and a considerable number of white chrysanthemums, it looks like a mourning hall.

Several monks are chanting scriptures with their eyes closed in front of the hall.

Many people have already gathered around the mourning hall, most of them are the main family and side branches of the Ichimonji clan.

In the center of the mourning hall, an old man lay peacefully in the coffin, holding a short knife wrapped in a white cloth with both hands.

"One Word Grandpa..."

With wet eyes, Abeji bowed respectfully to the coffin in the mourning hall, offered chrysanthemums, and then turned to accept the gift from the family members in return.

Behind the coffin, on the huge black and white photo, is an old man with wise eyes and a thin face.

...

ten minutes later.

"I'm really guilty about the matter of Grandpa Yiwen. If [Sun and Moon] hadn't been sent to be repaired, maybe he wouldn't have worked too hard..."

In the reception room, Abeji sat kneeling on the tatami, and slowly bowed to the middle-aged man opposite.

The monolithic family who have been friends with the Abe family for generations, have always been obsessed with hand forging and disdained machine production, the head family moved to the remote suburbs of Ibaraki County decades ago for the sake of cleanliness.

After the Hei Shomon incident, he entrusted the broken double sword [Sun and Moon] to the famous swordsmith family "Ichimonji" to try to repair it.

Ichimonji school swordsmiths, the most famous in history is Ichimonji Norizong in the Kamakura period.

And Abe Temple's favorite knife [Sun Moon] also came from the hand of the previous generation of the patriarch.

In order to preserve the spirituality of the twin sabers [Sun and Moon] to the maximum extent, the almost ninety-year-old head of the Yiwen Pai and Yi Wenren decided to repair it himself.

Not long after that, I heard the sad news that a gentle old man passed away.

Thinking about it in Abe Temple, it must be that repairing the [Sun and Moon] was too labor-intensive, and the old man died of overwork.

This made him feel extremely guilty, and rushed over immediately.

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