Demon Capital Slayer

Chapter 144 The class monitor called me to go to school

Early in the morning, a fair index finger plucked the stylus, and the record player began to play a melodious tune.

The square solid wood base and the golden bronze body surprisingly complement each other well with the surrounding antique-style oriental furniture.

With her long, black hair styled into a loose braid, and black-rimmed glasses on, Aizen Yuriko stepped out of the room into the warm morning sun as her pleated skirt swayed.

The girl was in a good mood today, and her polite smile was brighter than usual. She made sure to greet familiar neighbors along the way, and almost everyone who saw her greeted her.

Lily's expression remained unchanged, while she silently quickened her pace to finish the small talk, and then walked forward in two quick steps.

Not far away, you can already see the unique lighthouse of the Yujian family. Even from a distance, you can clearly see the bright sunlight reflecting off the glass at the top of the tower.

"Good morning, Mikage... classmate?" Yurika's tone became strange.

In the courtyard, the boy was doing his morning exercises. Every movement he made exuded unparalleled power, yet it did not appear rough. Instead, it revealed a smooth and natural rhythm.

Under the rising sun, her pure white hair, damp with sweat, seemed to glow and shone brightly, making it hard to look away.

However, faced with this situation, Aizen Yurika revealed a subtle expression of wanting to say something but holding back.

Because she saw Yu Jianming playing with a clothesline pole.

The boy wielded the 1.5-meter-long U-shaped stainless steel telescopic clothes drying pole with great skill.

If he were only six years old instead of sixteen, this scene might have been considered childlike and amusing. But now, it can only be explained by a sudden onset of severe chuunibyou (middle school syndrome).

"Wise ruler, are you preparing to hang the clothes out to dry?"

"Ok?"

He had already slowed down when he heard footsteps. When he saw that it was Lily Fragrance, he immediately exhaled and slammed the clothesline pole into the ground like a spear.

At this moment, the boy's face was full of smiles, completely unaware of how childish his behavior looked to outsiders.

"Lily, I've learned something new!"

"Hey?"

Upon seeing that smile, Lily was momentarily stunned, but then she smiled back.

"That's really nice."

"This move is called..."

Yujian used a clothesline pole to pick up a stone, then recited the secret of spear technique he had obtained the previous night through a prolonged, cold-blooded, and ruthless beating of innocent monks—a technique he had acquired through reverse alms-begging.

"Unmoved through three lifetimes!"

The clothesline seemed to remain stationary, but each time a falling stone touched the pole, it would be struck again by an invisible force, spinning and jumping into the sky, like a top being continuously whipped with precisely controlled force.

"Wow, that's amazing!" Aizen Yurika clapped her hands repeatedly, but then suddenly blurted out a comment.

"But today seems to be Monday."

With a thud, the stone fell to the ground.

"..." Yu Jian's expression stiffened, and he turned his head to look at the beautiful-eyed, white-toothed, and charming Aizen-sama, whose young and handsome face was now devoid of any smile, only a suppressed calm remained.

"so?"

"If you go change your clothes now, you probably still have time."

The next second, a loud bang erupted in the air, leaving only a clothesline sticking upside down in the ground, swaying back and forth.

A sixteen-year-old swordsman named Mikken Akira used the wall as a stepping stone to climb to the second floor and jumped directly into the bedroom through the window.

Immediately afterwards, a series of clanging and banging noises filled the room.

"Ah, there's just no way to deal with him." Lily shook her head, rubbing her forehead, but her smile grew even brighter.

Five minutes later, Mitsurugi appeared at the door with a schoolbag in one hand and a tie in the other, and a wakizashi (demon-slaying sword) that he shouldn't have brought to school was tucked under his arm.

He was completely unaware that his act of bringing a controlled knife into the school would cause his beloved teacher, Shizuka Onizuka, to emit a sharp, piercing roar.

At this moment, only one thought swirled in Mitsurugi's mind. Why do I have to be one of the Eight in another world? Tell me, why...?

Last night, seeing the hunt, I was overjoyed and abandoned my original plan. I fought a long battle with the monk blocking my way. Only after fully assessing the unique spiraling force and even learning the basic techniques involved did I send him on his way with satisfaction.

Then he realized that the spear technique used by the other party was not the famous Hozoin style from Japan, but a small branch derived from it—the Myōji-ryū Unmoving Spear Technique.

It's not that the marksmanship was particularly exquisite, but the unwavering spiraling motion did give Yu Jian some new inspiration.

Sure enough, he started trying it as soon as he woke up in the morning, even forgetting the tragic reality that it was already Monday.

"I almost missed it."

On the subway, Yu Jian, holding onto the handrail, suddenly realized something.

Well, being late doesn't seem like such a big deal... right?

Just then, something poked his face.

With Yujian's keen senses, this shouldn't have happened, but what poked his face wasn't a dangerous weapon, just a cardboard box of mixed fruit and vegetable juice. When he saw Baihexiang's face, which even her rustic black-rimmed glasses couldn't hide her beauty, he suddenly felt that going to school wasn't so bad after all.

"Here, this will do for now before lunch," said Aizen Yurika, who was good at taking care of people.

With his stomach empty and his internal organs rumbling, Yu Jian sensed a faint Buddhist light shining behind the girl.

"Thank you, Bodhisattva Aizen, for bestowing this nectar."

After uttering his nonsense with a straight face, he reached out and took the mixed fruit and vegetable juice, while also creating some space around him so that the girl could stand more comfortably in the crowded carriage.

"What a gentleman," Yurika whispered in Mitsurugi's ear as she leaned closer.

"Snoring..." Yu Jian turned his head to look elsewhere, the cardboard box of fruit and vegetable juice in his hand making a strange sound.

After releasing the crushed straw, Mitsurugi asked about something else.

"Is your hand any better?" The other person was injured while saving him. He hesitated for a long time yesterday but didn't dare to ask. Today, he finally asked and couldn't help but feel relieved.

"Yes, you're recovering well. You can get the stitches removed today."

"So fast?" Yu Jian looked at Bai He Xiang in surprise.

"Probably because the wound was relatively shallow," Yurika said casually, fiddling with the end of her braid.

“I’ll go with you,” Yu Jian said immediately.

"Mm." Lily nodded and did not refuse.

Since they were on the subway, the two couldn't talk about the other world, so they just talked about various gossip on campus.

As we chatted, time flew by, and the subway soon stopped at the station closest to the school.

"We've arrived." Knowing that Yujian wasn't familiar with the subway, Yurika naturally took his hand and led the white-haired boy out.

The faint sounds of auntie laughter and strange noises came from behind. The office workers, who were enjoying the sight of handsome young men and beautiful young women and maybe even munching on something, suddenly didn't find Monday so unpleasant.

Meanwhile, on the other side, the student council president, Suzune Amane, who was checking students' belongings upon entering the school, wasn't in such a good mood.

"Yujian, may I ask what this is?"

Pointing at the half-exposed wakizashi [Vajra Wisdom Fire Demon-Slaying Blade] from her schoolbag, Amane Suzune's forehead veins and the twin ponytails at the back of her head throbbed with rage.

"..." Yu Jian remained silent.

How come I didn't notice when I entered the subway?
Oh right, the Tokyo subway doesn't have security checks at all.

In the words of the current Tokyo governor, "Conducting security checks on everyone could damage the trust of most passengers and harm their dignity."

So they decided—to ignore it!
After thinking for a moment, Yu Jian met Tian Yu Lingyin's eyes with a very sincere look, and the latter immediately blushed, perhaps because she was angry.

"This is Doraemon merchandise, the famous sword - Dianguangmaru."

(End of this chapter)