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Chapter 115 The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter
In the Extraordinary Countermeasures Bureau, the priest and Minister Miki sat opposite each other, and the carefully arranged tea sets on the coffee table were waiting for the conversation that was about to begin.

There was a gentle breeze, but the room was filled with a solemn silence.

Minister Miki gently put down the teacup in his hand and broke the silence first.

"Your Excellency the Priest, regarding the Tsuchigumo case, have you already found the key clue?"

Upon hearing this, the priest's face straightened slightly, and he then took out a yellowed photo of an ancient book from deep in his lapel, his eyes filled with deep thought.

"After returning home, I read the ancient books again and again, and became very curious about the stone bowl that the organization traded."

He paused, his tone becoming more serious: "At first, I thought it was just a collection of some rare monsters. After all, among millions of gods, it is inevitable that some of them are born with magical things. But it was not until my daughter came to me with the children's book "The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter" that I suddenly realized that I was too concerned about rare treasures and ignored a familiar story!"

Having said this, the priest's eyes became unusually firm. He looked up at Minister Miki, his tone revealing earnestness.

"Mr. Minister, I have a humble request. If you agree with my opinion, could you lend me a helping hand and introduce me to the Fujiwara minister of the Fujiwara family? This matter is of great importance."

Upon hearing this, Minister Miki frowned slightly and looked troubled, obviously realizing that this would not be an easy task.

When he successfully joined the core of the Extraordinary Countermeasures Bureau, Minister Fujiwara did look at him with approval and intended to bring him into their high-level circle.

This change gave him the opportunity to gain access to Minister Fujiwara's personal contact information.

However, when Minister Miki looked at him solemnly, the priest thought for a moment.

"Please allow me to elaborate."

As he spoke, he turned the topic to the ancient legend of "The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter".

"In the story, Prince Chechi once proposed marriage to Princess Kaguya, which was originally just a small plot in the myth. But in the process of delving into ancient books, I unexpectedly discovered that there is another version of Prince Chechi's true identity - he is actually the ancestor of the Fujiwara family, Minister Fujiwara no Fuhito."

After saying this, the priest pointed his finger further to the corner of the photo, allowing Minister Miki to clearly notice the inconspicuous line of text in the corner.

The line of words seemed to carry the traces of time.

"Translated, this sentence hints at the secret of Prince Chechi's true identity. He is actually Minister Fujiwara no Fuhito who appears under a pseudonym."

and many more?

Thinking that the priest cared so much about the content of The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter, Minister Miki suddenly understood what the other party meant.

Minister Miki slowly spit out one of the five treasures of Kaguya's Tale.

"Buddha's Stone Bowl!" Minister Miki uttered these four words in a deep voice, and his voice echoed in the quiet room with a certainty.

"You suspect that the item in that mysterious transaction is a treasure based on this model, right?"

Upon hearing this, the priest's expression became more serious and he nodded slightly to show his agreement.

"That's right. If Minister Fujiwara no Fuhito is really Prince Kurashiki, then given the deep connection between the Fujiwara family and The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter, it is very likely that there are relevant clues or records hidden in the ancient books of the Fujiwara family."

"It is very likely to be a breakthrough for us to understand the purpose of that organization."

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Minister Miki felt his scalp tingle when he heard this. According to the other party's reasoning, this is indeed a possibility.

If the Tale of the Bamboo Cutter was just an ordinary children's book in the past, but now that extraordinary people are appearing frequently and Susanoo has already appeared, what is impossible about The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter?

"It's just that...if it's really Minister Fujiwara no Fuhito who proposed under a pseudonym, it's very likely to involve the 'disgraceful' incident of the Fujiwara family's ancestors, it's really..."

Minister Miki began to tap his fingers rhythmically on the table, his eyes narrowed, and he was lost in deep thought, and the priest stopped talking at the right time to give him ample space to think.

After a moment, Minister Miki seemed to have made up his mind, looked up at the priest, and said firmly.

"I understand! I will contact Minister Fujiwara immediately."

Upon hearing this, the priest responded sincerely, "Thank you very much."

However, Minister Miki waved his hands sheepishly and spoke with some embarrassment.

"Please don't be so polite, Your Excellency the Priest. This is our duty. It is you who has taken the trouble to do this, and I should express my gratitude."

————————“Gulp! Gulp!”

The sound of gurgling water flows leisurely along the bamboo pole and drips onto the bluestone slab like a soft hum. Day after day, the bluestone has been carved out by the flowing water with a shallow depression.

Kondo Retsu held the wooden sword tightly, his body steady, and every swing was accompanied by a hissing sound in the air.

Once, ten times, even a hundred times...

His eyes were fixed forward, and the wooden sword flew up and down in his hands, rising and falling.

Sweat had already soaked through his martial arts uniform and stuck to his skin.

Time passes quietly, and I don’t know how long it has passed.

Suddenly, an angry shout broke the silence.

"Asshole!"

The wooden sword in Kondo Rei's hand seemed to carry all the resentment and anger. It flew out of his hand, cut through the air, and accurately penetrated the screen on the side, leaving a sharp trajectory.

He slowly raised his hand and stared at the fingers on his palm that were trembling from exerting too much force. He knew that he was now exhausted and could no longer lift the knife.

Kondo Rei's body suddenly leaned back and fell heavily to the ground with a dull sound.

He looked up at the wooden ceiling above his head, and his thoughts drifted back to the day when he fought with the boy named Takasaka Ryuji in the Extraordinary Countermeasures Bureau.

No, it should be said that it is a crushing.

He had honed his physique and skills for nearly decades, but he was unable to withstand even a single move from that young man.

Kondo Rei's chest heaved violently, like a blower. He turned to his hands with difficulty, his eyes full of confusion and doubt.

"Why do I practice like this day after day?"

He muttered to himself, his voice full of deep frustration, "In this era of supernatural powers, even if I hone my skills to perfection, what can I do when facing a supernatural being?"

He looked up into the distance, imagining monsters like the Tsuchigumo and the figure of Taiji City summoning a hurricane, and his heart was filled with mixed feelings.

"Even if I reach the pinnacle of human swordsmanship, what good will it do? It will only make my body tougher and allow me to run faster against those monsters."

"Da da……"

The sound of crisp footsteps broke the silence around him. Kondo Rei looked sideways and saw an old man slowly walking into his sight.

"Are you planning to give up just like that?"

Kondo Rei's voice was low and bitter: "Master... I... I really don't know what the point of continuing to practice kendo is."

The old man slowly squatted down, put his fingers together, and gently tapped Kondo Rei's forehead.

"Is the purpose of practicing swordsmanship to show off one's strength and fight fiercely? In today's society, swordsmanship is no longer like the swordsmen of ancient times. It has gone beyond simple self-defense and winning or losing. It places more emphasis on the tempering of the spirit."

Kondo Rei was about to say something but stopped himself, with a hint of struggle in his eyes.

Seeing this, the old man looked at him with a complicated expression and sighed in his heart.

"Ugh……"

The old man sighed, took out a document from his pocket, and gently placed it in front of Kondo Retsu. "If you can't adjust your mindset, even if you are lucky enough to become an extraordinary person, your future path will be full of thorns."

After saying that, the old man turned and left, leaving Kondo Rei with a stunned look on his face.

He slowly reached out his hand and picked up the document.

"Voluntary Registration Form for Artificial Supernatural Experiment"

"Teacher School..."

(End of this chapter)