Demon Slayer: Starting with the Kingdom

"However, I have a request."

With a smile, she quickly added:

“I must choose the ‘lead’ actors to participate in the filming, and I also need to be involved in the scriptwriting.”

"Of course, no problem! I've always believed in Her Majesty's abilities!"

Doma nodded repeatedly, and then suggested:

"Um, if Your Excellency doesn't mind, should we ask the members of the Twelve Demon Moons to participate as well?"

"Good idea, let's go."

"Therefore, in the second year of Emperor Jomei's reign, which was the fourth year of the Zhenguan era in the Tang Dynasty, Emperor Jomei sent the first batch of envoys to the Tang Dynasty..."

"Dingling bell~"

"get out of class is over, Komaji. Want to have lunch together today?"

"No, I still have some homework to do. You guys go ahead."

"Wow~ You're really studious, you never eat with everyone..."

At the University of Tokyo campus, as the morning classes ended, students went to the cafeteria in twos and threes to have lunch.

The large classroom quickly emptied, except for Akaza, who was still writing furiously, copying the notes on the blackboard.

Time has passed, and now Akaza wears a black men's school uniform, has a neat short haircut, and wears glasses, looking every bit the literary young man.

No one could tell that this diligently studying young man was actually the legendary Upper Moon Three of the Twelve Demon Moons, the fourth most powerful and terrifying demon in the world besides the Demon King!

That's right, Akaza is currently in university.

Moreover, he was a student in the First Department of the Faculty of Letters at the University of Tokyo, majoring in history, philosophy, and political science.

To prevent any misunderstandings, Akaza needs to defend himself.

He didn't get into the University of Tokyo through connections; he truly got in based on his own merit!

Akaza, who was forced to read various classic texts by Mitsuha two hundred years ago, would never have imagined that he would gradually come to appreciate the unique pleasure in these texts.

In order to study more of the classic works of ancient sages, he even took the initiative to apply to human universities and studied hard.

Perhaps this is just a reflection of the fact that everyone has their own aspirations...

"Komaji, your family is here to see you."

Suddenly, a student shouted from outside the classroom.

"My family members, who are they?"

Akaza immediately put down his pen and turned around to ask in confusion.

"It seems to be your older brother or sister."

"Brother? Sister?"

With an even more puzzled expression and a vague sense of foreboding, Akaza immediately put away his books and walked out of the classroom.

As soon as he stepped outside, he saw two "familiar faces" standing in the corridor.

"Good afternoon, Komaji, it's your Mitsuha-neechan here~"

"I'm Doma-nii-chan~"

"I knew it!"

Seeing these two plague gods in front of him, and their smiling expressions, Akaza sensed something was wrong and his face instantly fell. Without hesitation, he turned and ran.

The next instant, two merciless iron hands simultaneously pressed down on Akaza's shoulders, forcibly pulling him back.

"Don't go, Komaji! As the saying goes, 'Isn't it a pleasure to have friends coming from afar?' Is this how you treat your dear older sister?"

"Yes, yes~ It's been so long since I've seen the lovely Akaza-sama, and you run away as soon as we meet. It's so sad~"

"Let me go! What are you two trying to do now! I'm warning you! This is a school! Bullying is not allowed here!"

Unable to break free, the small, pitiful, and short Akaza could only be forcibly carried to a corner of the corridor by Mitsuha and Doma, each holding one side of him.

"Don't be nervous, we just want to ask you if you'd be interested in playing some games related to the Demon Slayer Corps."

"For example, playing a mastermind villain who gets killed by the protagonist..."

"What I mean is, we recently decided to do something fun for the Demon Slayer Corps, but we're still short a few suitable actors. Since you, Komaji, are good-looking and strong, we thought..."

"Absolutely not! I don't want to get involved in your messy affairs! I need to focus on my studies! I'm going to take the doctoral entrance exam for literature later!"

"Has Komaji become this diligent now?"

Mitsuha was somewhat surprised by Akaza's righteous and indignant speech.

"I clearly remember that you hated reading when you were little. It was such a struggle to get you to read a book properly back then..."

"Yes, yes, Lord Akaza, studying is nowhere near as fun as making movies! Come join us in making a movie!"

"You two bastards, get out of here! Don't disturb my studies!"

Faced with Mitsuha and Doma's repeated temptations, Akaza roared angrily.

Even though he is over 300 years old, he is still striving to create a healthy environment for himself to grow up in.

He really wanted to learn.

In the afternoon, on the other side of Tokyo, there was a rare and precious antique shop called "Linglong Yuhu".

The shop was dimly lit, and the shelves were filled with porcelain teapots from various dynasties, in a dazzling array of styles.

I heard that the owner of this antique shop is a grumpy and eccentric man.

Not only does he never leave behind his counter, but he also can't stand anyone saying anything bad about any of the teapots in his shop.

If even a small part of it is said, the boss will inevitably have a heated argument with that person until the other party retracts their previous statement and completely admits defeat.

"Boss, this teapot of yours seems asymmetrical!"

Chapter 124 Representative Yan Sheng

"What did you say?!"

Behind the counter, Yu Hu, who had been calmly reclining in his chair, suddenly flew into a rage upon hearing this.

He immediately jumped up and roared at the customer who was looking at the teapots in the shop:

"You're saying my teapot is asymmetrical? Are you blind?! How is my teapot asymmetrical?!"

"But it is indeed a little asymmetrical, boss, you can see for yourself..."

"Nonsense! My teapot could never be asymmetrical! You must have been holding it crookedly!"

"Um, boss..."

Just then, another customer in the antique section of the store suddenly shouted:

"This Song Dynasty porcelain pot of yours looks like a fake to me."

"That's impossible! There's no way my store could have counterfeit goods!"

"But boss, I remember that the porcelain-making techniques of the Song Dynasty were clearly..."

"Get out! You bunch of people who don't know how to appreciate art! All of you get out! Otherwise, or I'll kill someone!"

Across the street from the antique shop, Mitsuha and Doma each held an umbrella, silently watching everything that was happening inside the shop.

"Hmm, as for the jade pot, let's skip it after all..."

Watching from afar as the customers were chased out of the shop by Yu Hu with a broom and fled in panic, Mitsuha was the first to speak, breaking the silence.

If she hadn't given orders that no one was allowed to injure people indiscriminately in the city, Mitsuha had no doubt that the currently irritable Yuhu would have turned all those guests into live fish, stuffed them into his pot, and tortured them to death.

"Indeed, Lady Yuhu's personality is still too unstable."

Doma also agreed with this.

"For actors, it's definitely better to have a stable personality and be able to follow instructions..."

"Let's go then, let's find the next one."

Without even saying goodbye to Gyokko, Mitsuha and Doma left silently.

As night fell, after concluding today's meeting, Yan Sheng and several wealthy businessmen walked out of the luxurious Western-style hotel.

"Then, I'll leave the investment plan for the town to you all. I will deliver the detailed contract to you within three days."

"Not at all, not at all. In the future, I will have to rely on Representative Jiguo for everything..."

Yan Sheng was dressed in a well-fitting black suit, his dark red hair tied up high, and he exuded a heroic and extraordinary aura.

"Speaking of which, since Congressman Jiguo is so young, I wonder if he is capable of marriage?"

"Thank you for your concern, but I already have a wife at home."

"Oh! Sorry, sorry..."

"Alright everyone, that's enough for now."

Yan Sheng stopped in front of the black vintage car parked on the side of the street, turned around and said goodbye to the businessmen and entrepreneurs around him one by one.

Behind him, Gyutaro quickly got out of the car, opened the back door, and waited for Yan Sheng to get in, his attitude extremely respectful.

Like Yan Sheng, Gyutaro was also dressed in a well-fitting black suit and wearing white gloves.

Now, not only are the ugly birthmarks on his face gone, but even his once messy hair is now neatly combed and tied into a small braid at the back of his head, giving him a very capable secretary-like image.

“Councilor Yen Sheng, this is…”

“He is a distant cousin of mine, Taro Tsugikuni.”

"So that's how it is! No wonder he looks so handsome, he's Councilor Yen Sheng's cousin! Hahahaha!"

"Then, Representative Jiguo, we won't see you off. Please take care on your journey."

After saying goodbye to the group of businessmen, Yan Sheng sat alone in the back seat of the vintage car.

Gyutaro skillfully took the driver's seat, started the car, and drove towards Kokukatsu's residence in Tokyo.

"Sir, did the meeting go smoothly?"

Looking through the rearview mirror at Yan Sheng, who was resting with his eyes closed in the back seat, Gyutaro couldn't help but ask.

"Yes, the investment plan went very smoothly. You need to organize all the specific project details tonight."

"Yes, I understand."

"Also, I have a meeting with several other important military and political figures tomorrow, and you will come with me."

Similar conversations have occurred countless times over the past few years.

Ever since Yan Sheng was inexplicably elected as a member of parliament, Gyutaro officially became Yan Sheng's secretary and assistant as a "distant cousin".

Not only does she have to stay by Yan Sheng's side all day, accompanying him to various meetings, but she also frequently needs to draft various project contracts and meeting documents for him, keeping her extremely busy.

However, Gyutaro himself doesn't actually dislike this kind of life.

Although learning to read and writing and drafting those tedious documents is painful, and dealing with those scheming politicians all day long is also boring.

But the feeling of being able to become a "superior person" and be respected and looked up to wherever he goes truly makes Gyutaro, who once came from the lowest rung of the red-light district, feel very happy and satisfied.

This kind of demonic life is much happier than wielding a sword in the dojo all day! It's truly delightful!

After a brief chat, Yan Sheng remained silent the rest of the way, and the vintage car soon arrived at Yan Sheng's small house in downtown Tokyo.

Gifu Taro quickly got out of the car and opened the door for Yan Sheng. The two walked into the mansion one after the other.

But as soon as he entered the courtyard and saw the lights on inside the house, Yan Sheng immediately frowned and paused slightly.

"Sir, what's wrong?"

Gyutaro stopped instinctively and asked curiously.

"We have guests, probably two."

Sensing the sudden surge of powerful battle aura within the room, Yan Sheng unusually used a somewhat uncertain description.

Because he only sensed the presence of a fighting spirit, but logically, this person shouldn't have come to visit him alone.

So, in other words, the arrival of this person generally means...