I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Mr. Abe, don't blame yourself... [Sun and Moon] was restored as early as a week ago, but its spirituality has been depleted, and it needs time to cultivate..."

Saying so, the middle-aged man in front of him, Ichimonji Hiromaru, the contemporary patriarch of the Ichimonji clan, pushed a pair of wooden sword boxes in front of Abeji.

Abeji opened the wooden box, and inside was his favorite sword [Sun Moon] which he hadn't seen for many days.

"Zheng..."

Sensing his spiritual power, the [Sun and Moon] in the box let out an intimate sword cry.

"My father's sudden death was not caused by the restoration of [Sun and Moon], but something else hidden."

Abeji closed the wooden box, put it aside, and continued to listen to Ichimonji Yumaru's narration.

"Another secret?"

"A few days ago when I was repairing my ancestral house, I found a broken knife inside the dilapidated beam... My father thought about it day and night to find a way to repair it, but he didn't expect to find something strange one day. He was too emotional, I couldn't bear the stimulation, so I just..."

"The broken knife? What is it that can make the old man worry so much?"

Abe Temple asked curiously.

When he was young, he would occasionally visit Yiwen's home with his elders, so he was very clear about Yiwen's gentle and calm character.

"That broken knife...is the Ju Yiwen Zezong that has been lost for hundreds of years."

Ichimonji Yumaru lowered his voice and whispered.

"What...juyizizhizong?"

As quiet as Abe Temple, hearing this name, his pupils also trembled.

Chrysanthemum Ichimonji Nozomune is a sword forged by the famous swordsmith Ichimonji Norizong entrusted by Emperor Toba in the Kamakura Period.

There is a sixteen-petal chrysanthemum crest representing the royal family carved on the blade near the handle, and a horizontal one-character pattern is carved below it. It is a thin-edged sword and is not suitable for actual combat. It is a decorative weapon made by the royal family.

After Emperor Toba, its most famous holder is said to be Soji Okita, a genius swordsman from Shinsengumi in the late Japanese shogunate.

Therefore, this knife is also the most famous work in the history of Yiwen Swordsmith School, and it is not an exaggeration to be known as the treasure of the town.

"Being able to find this thing that has been lost for many years, the old man must be able to smile at Jiuquan."

Abeji comforted.

"We think so too. Given that Ju Yiwen Zong is too old, and the broken part and scabbard are missing, even the father can't repair it. The family decided to use it as his father's funeral."

Ichimonji Yumaru sighed softly.

Funeral objects?

Abe Temple remembered the sword held by the old man inside the coffin.

Presumably that is the chrysanthemum one word Zezong.

"On the contrary, those people just now got the news from nowhere. They said that they had come to my father a few days ago to ask for a chrysanthemum. They also said that my father agreed to consider it."

"How is it possible... These violent groups are full of nonsense, how could the old man agree to such a thing."

Abeji said angrily.

How could the Yiwen family agree to sell the chrysanthemum that represents the family's glory? Yiwen Zezong.

"I thought so too, but they stalk..."

"Don't worry, Uncle Yiwen, I will arrange someone to handle this matter when I go back."

"Then I'm not being polite, please take care of me."

Ichimonji Yumaru nodded slightly.

His father had just passed away, and there were a lot of things going on in the clan, and he wasn't in the mood to get entangled with the Yakuza organization, so it would be best for the Tuyumen family to come forward to deal with it.

"Since that's the case... I won't bother you any more, and I would like to express my condolences to uncle."

Abeji picked up the sword box and got up to say goodbye.

"Don't worry about it, I'll invite you to come over for some tea after we've left this matter behind."

Ichimonji Yumaru followed him and got up to send him out.

Just as the two walked to the gate, there was an uproar from the crowd and terrified cries of women from the direction of the mourning hall.

"Om..."

Inside the wooden box on Abeji's back, the double swords [Sun and Moon] began to scream continuously like crazy.

"not good……"

He naturally knew what this meant, and rushed to the mourning hall ahead of Ichimonji Yumaru.

In front of the mourning hall, the guests kneeling around and the monks chanting scriptures ran towards the outside of the mansion in horror.

Only those who belonged to the same family were left, and they still surrounded the mourning hall timidly.

"What's the commotion before the mourning hall?"

Squeezing through the crowd, Abeji and Ichimonji Yumaru saw the scene that made them tear up.

In the mourning hall, the gentle man who was originally lying peacefully in the coffin was now standing tremblingly in the center of the hall for some reason!

His eyes turned white, his face was expressionless, and his body was a little stiff as he walked step by step.

For some reason, the already thin body has become even more emaciated, like withered bones.

"Father……"

A beautiful middle-aged woman, with tears in her eyes and emotionally, stepped forward to support the old man.

"Leave quickly, that is no longer the old man..."

Abe Temple immediately discouraged loudly.

When he knelt down just now, he had already used his inspiration to check habitually. There was no spirit body in the mourning hall, and the soul of the old man had already rested in peace.

The [Sun and Moon] in the sword box on its back screamed more intensely.

His gaze stayed on the old man's hand.

In the old man's hand, he was holding a slender and thin knife about 30 centimeters long. It could be seen that it was broken from the middle by great force.

Intense fire-like resentment was surrounding the broken knife.

"How could it be... just now that I didn't feel a trace of resentment... there is something wrong with that knife, let's spread it out!"

Abeji shouted loudly.

The legendary chrysanthemum is the word of the family, but it has turned into a resentment.

At the same time, Yiwen, who was originally moving slowly, raised his sword hand slightly, twisted his joints, and made a stabbing gesture...

Moved.

A strange red light flashed across.

Before Abeji could see it clearly, he saw the red light coming in and out quickly.

The young woman who was closest to the old man fell silently to the ground after a huge cloud of blood erupted from behind her.

The blood seemed to be alive, flying in the air to the broken knife, slowly solidifying into something like blood crystals, lingering around the broken edge and slowly extending upwards.

"elder sister!"

The mourning hall was stained with blood, and Ichimonji Yumaru exclaimed and rushed forward to check the other party's situation.

"Back off first... here, it's beyond what you can handle, leave it to me, I will protect the old man decently..."

Stopping Ichimonji Yumaru, Abeji took out the [sun and moon] double swords from the wooden box, held them in front of him, and watched the old man in the center of the mourning hall warily.

"please……"

Ichimonji Yumaru woke up, held back the tears in his eyes, and stepped back decisively.

As allies of the Abe family for generations, although they don't have the blood that can give birth to inspiration, their knowledge of supernatural powers far exceeds that of ordinary people.

Like a zombie, Mr. Ichimonji moved his steps stiffly and walked towards Abeji Temple.

The incomplete "Chrysanthemum Ichimonji Zongzong" in his hand swung it towards Abe Temple again in that distorted posture with a red glow.