Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

"Take it!"

At the East Capital General Hospital, Tomie Kawakami walked into the ward and forcefully threw two large bags onto the bed, which also hit Rin Amamiya.

"Could you be a little more polite?"

Amamiya Rin sat up straight, complaining about Kawakami Tomie as she took the contents of the bag out.

The sandpaper and cotton cloth for sharpening the wooden knife, and the black coffee to keep you alert—I have all the necessary items.

With a sour face, Kawakami Tomie rolled her eyes at Amamiya Rin and stretched out her right hand towards him.

"Um?"

Amamiya Rin looked confused.

"Don't play dumb! You fake good Samaritan, if you're not willing to let us take money from men's pockets, at least make up for the money you spend on the gym and shopping, and my daily expenses!"

Tomie Kawakami crossed her arms over her chest, looking down at him with a cold smile.

Amamiya Rin smiled awkwardly, took out his wallet from the bedside table, pulled out a few bills, and handed them to Kawakami Tomie.

"The money spent on the gym is for your own benefit, so this expense is unnecessary, isn't it?"

"You're really stingy. I advise you not to stick to those bottom lines. If you want to carry out your plan, let alone 1 billion, even 10 billion US dollars wouldn't be enough."

Tomie Kawakami accepted the banknotes without hesitation and put them into her wallet.

"Well, it's best not to cross the line too easily."

Yu Gonglin shrugged. Life is unpredictable. He might cross his bottom line one day, but he is far from that point now.

"Boring guy."

Tomie Kawakami clicked her tongue, her eyes darting around, and a mischievous smile crept across her face.

"If you're short of money, I have a solution. Would you like to hear it?"

Before Kawakami Tomie could finish speaking, Amamiya Rin showed a thoughtful expression.

"Oh, so this can be considered upholding justice, right?"

Kawakami Tomie had already informed Amamiya Rin of her thoughts.

A certain Tomie Kawakami... could she be considered Zero?

Why is she called that? Because she grew from the internal organ transplanted to Yukiko Mitsuki, and she was also the same Tomie Kawakami who was killed by Rin Amamiya once.

Although she hadn't been seen since leaving Morita Hospital, Tomie Kawakami, codenamed Zero, had been quite active.

"Takagi-sensei, you should know him, right? From our memories."

Amamiya Rin nodded.

The "Teacher Takagi" that Kawakami Tomie mentioned should be the man who dismembered Kawakami Tomie two years ago because Kawakami Tomie claimed to be pregnant with Takagi's child and demanded that Takagi divorce his wife.

"It seems that Professor Takagi has always wanted to figure out where my charm comes from. The kidney that Yukiko Mitsuki received was donated to her in my father's name by Professor Takagi. He also used the doctors at Morita Hospital to study my body and found that gamma rays could enhance my regenerative ability."

Tomie Kawakami's eyes narrowed seductively and elongated, her fingertips twirling a strand of black hair that fell from her side, revealing a slightly mocking smile.

"Even after leaving Morita Hospital, Professor Takagi didn't stop his plans. That guy, along with his imposters, robbed a family's mansion and turned the women inside into monsters—ugly monsters made up of a bunch of imposters' heads piled together. Burning that monster to ashes and rescuing the mansion's owner from captivity should bring in a good reward, right?"

"good!"

Amamiya Rin agreed without hesitation.

Whether he gets paid or not is irrelevant; he can plunder the spoils from the culprits and also rid the people of a scourge.

After telling Amamiya Rin the news, Kawakami Tomie left the ward.

As she walked through the hospital corridor and was about to turn into the elevator lobby, Tomie Kawakami frowned.

She smelled a strange odor.

At the same time, accompanied by the rapid turning of wheels, two caregivers pushed a stretcher from the direction of the elevator lobby, walking hurriedly and looking very anxious.

Kawakami Tomie stepped aside and glanced at the man lying on the stretcher. He was a disgusting man with wide-open eyes. A white, viscous substance resembling tofu dregs was constantly oozing from his eye sockets, nostrils, mouth, and ears, emitting an indescribable fishy smell.

"Tsk!"

Tomie made no attempt to hide her disgust and immediately quickened her pace, almost fleeing from the patient.

Inside the ward, Yu Gonglin was making preparations.

He took out the sandpaper and cotton cloth that Tomie had brought, and used different grades of sandpaper to gradually polish the edge of the wooden knife.

Wood shavings fell in a flurry, gradually revealing sharp lines from the originally rounded edges.

This task took up most of Amamiya Rin's time throughout the night.

As he wiped the blade with a cotton cloth to remove all the splinters, the first rays of dawn had already pierced through the window and fallen on Amamiya Rin's face.

At this moment, the curve of the wooden sword had become sharp, and Amamiya Rin could feel a subtle cutting sensation as her fingers brushed against the newly sharpened edge.

Although it was far inferior to a real sword, he had no way to obtain one now. While a sharpened wooden sword was also prohibited, it was not as sensitive as a real sword, and no one would ask him to draw the wooden sword from its sheath and insist on using it.

Sheathed the wooden sword and put it in the sword pouch. Amamiya Rin stretched his stiff shoulders and took a big gulp of black coffee from the bedside table.

The bitter taste invigorated him, and the fatigue from a busy night seemed to subside somewhat.

After the routine ward rounds and breakfast, Amamiya Rin, leaning on her cane and carrying a wooden sword, took the elevator to the top floor and then walked up the stairs to the spacious rooftop.

Gazing at the clouds on the horizon and the morning sun, Amamiya Rin took a deep breath of the cool air, leaned his cane against the water tower, took out his wooden sword, held it with both hands, closed his eyes, and gradually entered the realm of meditation, meticulously sensing every part of his body.

Then, he moved.

At first, it was just the most basic tremor, the movements were slow and steady, and every swing was made with precision. The wooden sword cut through the air and made a dull whistling sound.

Soon, sweat soaked his back, and his muscles began to protest with soreness.

However, Amamiya Rin did not stop. His breathing technique naturally operated, and the basic pattern of the Crimson Lotus Breathing Technique supported his physical strength, improved the efficiency of oxygen utilization, and kept his movements stable even when he was tired.

Next, footwork practice was added, and Amamiya Rin dragged her legs, moving across the rooftop with short, quick steps.

Without the cane, his balance became difficult, and he almost stumbled and fell several times, only managing to steady himself by tapping the ground with his wooden sword.

Then came the Iaijutsu, a sword technique known as Mizuki, a wondrous swordplay that shifted between reality and illusion, a swift, accurate, and ruthless strike... Amamiya Rin pushed his body to its limits, forcing himself to adapt to the high-intensity rhythm, and also allowing his body to become familiar with the Shinkage-ryu style that he had only practiced in his dreams.