Demon Capital Slayer

Chapter 97 Breeze Detective
"Five defeated women, now they really have to sit at the same table as Brother Sun."

The first rays of morning sunlight fell on Yu Jian's face, and the young man stretched, showing no sign of defeat or dejection.

Although last night was like a five-game losing streak, I didn't win a single game all night.

But recalling the five cracked ceramic figurines placed in front of the shrine seems quite pleasant? After all, losing doesn't mean there's no gain; on the contrary, it reveals the most suitable practice opponent for me at this stage.

Last night, in their fifth encounter, setting aside the two swordsmen, it was the Shinsengumi katana named Kiyamaru that was the first to succumb.

In fact, by the fourth encounter, it had become almost like a saw blade, with its blade full of nicks and slits of all sizes.

In the fifth round, the knife finally broke.

Namo San, rest in peace, Yamaru-san. I will remember you (until I find the next good sword).

Incidentally, Mitsurugi obtained six or seven standard Shinsengumi katanas like the Fangu, and put all the spares into the hidden compartment of the shrine. Although it doesn't look big on the surface, it seems to be very spacious inside and can never be filled. He simply used it as a prop box.

As for the arduous battle with the nameless swordsman, it was not without its rewards. His spirit of swordsmanship was tempered to be more resilient, and he became more adept at mastering sword techniques and the Yin Yi.

He also discovered a major weakness in his opponent: poor stamina.

The nameless swordsman, whose face is veiled, will immediately spew out a large amount of flames and smoke from his mouth and nose if he summons the phantom of Vajrapani for more than a certain period of time, which is as exaggerated as a high-speed, powerful supercar suddenly having its engine explode.

As the fight progressed, the gap between the two sides in terms of skill and combat experience narrowed considerably.

If Yu Jian wanted to, he could easily win by exchanging blows, as his overall stats already surpassed those of the nameless swordsman, only slightly inferior in agility.

Previously, the opponent relied on rich combat experience to win, but as the gap in this aspect continued to narrow, the situation naturally began to reverse.

But he wasn't going to let such a good teacher go, so he lowered his defenses and stepped forward to pat her back, only to be slashed to death.

From being completely crushed at the beginning, to gradually being able to fight to a draw, and finally seeing the dawn of victory, it only took one night.

In some ways, it can be considered a remarkable improvement.

So, what exactly is a Sword Saint?
The other person is clearly closer to this level than I am, and there is still much I can learn from her.

We can't let this guy get away with it for now!

The merciless swordsman composed himself, went downstairs to greet the peregrine falcon, and then helped her unlock the security lock on the balcony window, letting the bird fly out for a couple of laps.

After a simple lesson, Qiuqiu has learned to open and close the window by herself, and as long as it is not locked, it will not affect her coming and going.

Therefore, Yu Jian went out on his own without any worries.

As planned, he intended to visit Toshio Sakurai, who claimed to be a medium and also worked part-time as a private detective.

Since it was Sunday, Yujian wasn't wearing her school uniform, but rather her everyday clothes.

The spring weather was still a bit chilly, so he wore a baseball jacket over a crew-neck Henley shirt, paired with black capri pants—simple yet youthful. Add to that a concealed wakizashi, and it was perfect.

Looking at the wakizashi [Vajra Wisdom Fire Exorcising Blade] that he had instinctively tucked into his pocket, Mitsurugi fell silent.

Shocking! How could a sixteen-year-old boy develop such a terrifying habit?

It's all because of the dream of Asura that I've suffered so much!
Suddenly, Yu Jian realized something and couldn't help but sniff. It wasn't that there was any smell on his body, but rather that he was checking if there were any remnants left from his meditation practice.

After all, the essence of spiritual power is also the power of the Netherworld, and the Dream of Asura is an exceptionally mysterious and special world.

Nothing particularly interesting was found. The dream of Shura was clearly more mysterious than expected, but to avoid unnecessary trouble, he still pressed down on the wakizashi and whispered the inscription: "Illuminate and break through eighty thousand karmic tribulations."

A warm current, like a fiery whirlwind, emanated from the sword hilt, sweeping across the entire body and burning away any possible chaotic energy.

As a result, I felt refreshed, just like putting on new underwear on the first day of the new year.

Is this algorithmic?
Yu Jian pondered whether he could use his own spiritual power to imitate it a little.

Five minutes later, he realized he had made a mistake while acting alone; it was a problem he didn't have to worry about when Yuri was with him.

Simply put, boys should be careful to protect themselves when going out alone.

"Handsome, want me to give you a ride?"

"No, thank you." "Don't be so polite. Here's my phone number, call me when you have time, bye~"

Watching the older sister with bright red lipstick and a red convertible drive away with style, the cold-faced white-haired boy blankly threw away the note with his phone number and lipstick mark on it. He then immediately bought a baseball cap, put it on, and took out the black-rimmed glasses that Yurika had given him to seal himself away.

After taking the subway for several stops, he finally managed to shake off the group of carnivorous hot girls who were frantically asking for his contact information, and he finally arrived near the address marked on the business card.

Wiping away the cold sweat, Yu Jian noticed that the surrounding streets were exceptionally old, though not dirty or chaotic; they were just the kind of old town with a strong sense of history and life.

Finally, he stopped in front of a two-story building with a shop on the ground floor and a house on the upper floor.

The building's structure is somewhat similar to the arcade buildings of Lingnan. On the first floor is a small British-style coffee shop, next to which is a staircase leading to the second floor. You can see the words "Breeze Detective Agency" pasted on the glass window above with cheap tape.

Isn't he a super psychic...?

Perhaps it's a disguise based on the principle of escapism, but posting one's own signboard in this way has a subtle sense of cheapness.

Yu Jian hesitated slightly, unsure if this guy was reliable. He did need a second source of information, but the source had to be credible.

After thinking for a moment, Yu Jian bought an iced Americano at the coffee shop downstairs. While waiting for the owner's daughter to make the coffee, he planned to ask about the office upstairs.

After all, we're already here...

"Hi, customer, your iced Americano." The young female barista, also around sixteen or seventeen years old, blushed as she served the coffee, along with an extra-large, free smile.

"Thank you." Yu Jian smiled slightly, as if to express his gratitude for the free smile.

Then I heard the shop assistant's heart pounding like a drum, and I immediately stopped smiling.

Just as he was holding his coffee, preparing to gather information, he suddenly heard a sharp, piercing argument coming from outside the door.

"Ah, here we go again. It seems that Min-fu's client is quite troublesome this time as well." The shop assistant sighed, resting her chin on her hand.

"What do you mean?" Yu Jian asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Min-fu is the private investigator upstairs. His job usually involves investigating infidelity or catching stalkers, so he often encounters all sorts of particularly troublesome clients." The shop assistant shrugged, seemingly unfazed by what was happening.

Yu Jian was a little curious, so he took the coffee and went to the door.

He wanted to judge the detective's reliability by observing the client's reaction.

Then, Yujian witnessed a slightly overweight woman whose height and waist circumference were the same as hers, who screamed and knocked her husband, who was two heads shorter than her, to the ground. The wording was correct: she knocked him to the ground.

"You actually dared to hire a detective!"

"Murder!"

Upon seeing this, a line from the anime inexplicably popped into Mitsurugi's mind: 'Kirby, Kirby, use Body Slam!'

The woman screamed and used her enormous buttocks to forcefully press the man down beneath her, making it difficult to distinguish between the perpetrator and the victim, or who was screaming more pitifully.

Yu Jian frowned deeply, forming a deep frown. Normally, when a husband and wife quarrel, even the dog wouldn't care, but judging from the current situation, it seemed like someone was about to die.

Being stomped to death—even Yama, the King of Hell, would find that cause of death hilarious.

Then, he suddenly heard a whistle coming from upstairs.

Bang!
The sound of a door being pushed open came from the second floor, followed by at least ten dogs of different breeds rushing down.

They barked in unison, immediately frightening the fat woman so much that her face turned pale. They were probably tyrants. As she struggled to her feet, the man was still barely clinging to life.

"Mr. Tanaka, are you satisfied with this request?" The voice he had heard once before outside the hospital reached his ears. When Yujian turned around, he saw a uniquely styled broom-headed man swaying down the stairs.

The latter also noticed the sword, and then the happy expression on his face gradually collapsed, as if he had suddenly seen something frightening, and he retreated step by step.

"Excuse me..."

"Don't come over here!"

Using his sword to cover his ears, he slowly unleashed a...?
(End of this chapter)