I'm having fun in Tokyo

In fact, Morikawa Yuya was indeed struggling.

Although the other person was much thinner and weaker than her, they were no less strong, even stronger than him, causing him to lean backward.

"drink!"

Morikawa Yu gave a low shout, and Tsurumaru pulled back to protect himself.

The white-haired girl pressed down on him again, the blade getting closer and closer, but suddenly her expression changed.

Morikawa Yu's knee struck her hard in the abdomen.

He retreated and swung his sword just now to deliver this blow to her, and also to break free from the locked-up state.

The white-haired girl gasped sharply, her face turning deathly pale. She promptly stopped engaging him in conversation, gritting her teeth as she awkwardly retreated.

Morikawa Yu's gaze became somewhat strange.

What's going on? I just bumped it once.

Just as he was wondering, the white-haired girl said angrily in a muffled voice, "You are... the little swordsman that Qingluo mentioned?"

"Why resort to such a despicable tactic!?"

Her voice trembled as she spoke.

Morikawa Yu was a little confused.

Her words were quite revealing, leaving him momentarily stunned.

He could understand the despicable tactic, because his move was indeed quite despicable, directly targeting the lower abdomen.

But because she was the enemy, and it was a battle, he used it without any psychological burden, and even wanted to do it a few more times.

"Little Swordsman" is probably a derogatory term used by Qingluo, that woman, to refer to him.

He wasn't happy, but it was understandable.

What he couldn't understand was the voice of the white-haired girl.

Her voice... it sounded like a man's voice?

Morikawa Yu looked at "her" with hesitation, his gaze sweeping over her flat chest, her fair and firm abdomen under her tattered dress, and finally down to the area under her skirt where one of her hands was covering.

"Are you a man?" he couldn't help but ask.

The white-haired "girl" nodded, but her expression remained pained, as if her lower body had shattered.

"Ah this..."

Morikawa Yu's lips opened slightly.

He never expected that the beautiful white-haired girl with such a lovely dress was actually a boy.

Then wouldn't my knee strike be...?

He hesitated for a moment, but then stepped forward again and swung his sword forward.

Regardless of whether the other person was a boy or not, he only knew one thing: the other person was an enemy.

He always cuts down his enemies first before engaging in conversation.

"White-haired girl" Ibaraki gritted her teeth.

It's clear that Haruhiko Abe can't catch up.

The handsome, ruthless, black-haired youth in front of him was closing in on him again.

Coupled with the heavy blow he received from the other party, he felt an urge to curse.

However, he held back because swearing would damage his image.

"Don't push your luck, humans!"

"I am Ibaraki-doji, the Demon King, a great demon of high rank. Today I will surely defeat you! To avenge the humiliation I just suffered!"

He also stepped forward and slashed, wanting to clash with Morikawa Yu again and use his strength to suppress Morikawa Yu.

However, his steps were noticeably weaker than before, and his movements were somewhat distorted, giving him a rather delicate appearance.

Morikawa Yu felt weird.

But he showed no mercy, slashing down with his sword and aiming at Ibaraki's blade.

—Flash!

Like a shooting star, Ibaraki's sword was instantly deflected and flung aside.

Chapter 256 took a strange turn.

Morikawa Yu leaned forward, her blade aimed at Ibaraki's face.

Ibaraki reacted just as quickly, her beautiful face filled with anger.

He opened his mouth, turned his face to the side and bit Tsurumaru's blade, while simultaneously twisting his wrist to turn the blade that had been deflected back into his hand.

Japanese swords have long handles, allowing them to be held with one hand or two.

When wielding two swords, one can perform many sword techniques that can be executed simply by rotating both wrists.

Although it is not very powerful, it is flexible enough.

Morikawa Yu quickly drew his sword and retreated.

Tsurumaru was bitten, and his left hand was unable to easily pull out Mikazuki to parry his attack.

If you don't back down, you'll be the one who gets hurt next.

Seeing him retreat, Ibaraki snorted coldly and gripped his katana tightly with both hands.

Morikawa Yuya readjusted his stance.

He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt that when Ibaraki bit the knife earlier, he was glancing down at his crotch, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

Thinking about the blow he had just delivered to him, he felt a chill in his lower body.

Could this guy be planning to do the same thing to me?

"Um, that was a misunderstanding."

Morikawa Yu tried to speak up to defend herself.

"I didn't know you were a boy. I just wanted to force you out, so I used this tactic."

Ibaraki looked at him coldly: "Heh, I don't believe it."

"You humans love to lie, so who knows what you're really thinking?"

"But I really think you're a girl, which is why I used such a tactic." Morikawa Yu sighed, immediately realizing that there was a problem with her statement.

However, to his surprise, Ibaraki's expression suddenly softened considerably.

"Really?"

"Really." Morikawa Yu nodded slightly.

"Do you think I'm cute?" Ibaraki asked again.

He moved the katana he was holding in front of him to the side, as if to give Morikawa Yu a better view.

Morikawa Yu felt weird.

He felt that things were becoming increasingly confusing.

We were just fighting, so why did he suddenly ask me if I thought he was cute? Just because I thought he was a girl?

Morikawa Yu hesitated for a moment.

"Speak quickly," Ibaraki urged again.

Morikawa Yu nodded.

He looked Ibaraki over and had a guess.

The other person was wearing women's clothing.

So, this Demon King Ibaraki is a cross-dresser? Is he more concerned about whether he's cute?

He thought of Ibaraki-dōji, who was recorded in history, and a game he had played in his previous life called Onmyoji, in which Ibaraki-dōji also had a female version.

Looking back now, it seems like she looks a lot like him.

However, the Ibaraki in front of him was wearing a Western-style white dress, while the Onmyoji Ibaraki was wearing a kimono and a white shawl.

"Cute." Morikawa Yu nodded.

He told the truth.

The other person had a very pretty face, no different from a girl's.

Her waist was fair and firm beneath the dress, and her figure was slender and delicate, similar to that of a young girl, which was quite deceptive.

In particular, her skirt was quite torn.

The white stockings beneath the absolute territory are clearly visible, and a good amount of scenery can also be seen upwards.

If it weren't for this, he wouldn't have misunderstood.

Well... her chest is a little flat.

However, it doesn't have a big impact; it just adds a sense of "Ah, so cute, it must be a boy."

Ibaraki stared intently at Morikawa Yu's expression.

Half a day later, he released the katana: "I believe you now, you can go."

A question mark slowly appeared above Morikawa Yu's head: "...?"

Ibaraki snorted coldly when he saw that Ibaraki did not move.

"Why aren't you leaving yet?"

"Could it be that you want to admire my figure?"

"Well... I'll let you take another look."

Ibaraki put down the gold-white katana in his hand, flicked his hair with one hand, and struck a rather cool pose. His fair skin, faintly visible beneath his tattered dress, was very alluring.

Morikawa Yu was stunned for a moment.

Wasn't I fighting him? Why did he leave on his own and even give me benefits?

By the way, how is he doing?

I used all my strength in that attack; even if it's not crippled, it must be severely damaged.

"Why do you want me to leave?" Morikawa Yu hesitated for a moment before asking.

"That's because I've accepted you." Ibaraki snorted softly.

"Your skills are impressive, your taste is excellent, and you're speaking the truth, genuinely praising me."

"I'll accept you as a friend. Go back now. I won't fight you."

Morikawa Yu frowned.

real or fake?

Because I praised his cross-dressing and thought he was cute, he considered me a friend and wouldn't fight me?

Is this guy out of his mind?

He gripped the Tsurumaru tightly in his hand.

"I'm sorry, I came out this time to save Abe Haruhiko."

“If I leave, you might go after him, so I won’t let you go.”

Ibaraki frowned, his brows furrowing even more deeply than Morikawa Yu's.

"I told you to leave, not to go after him."

“He’s already dying, and I only chased after him because I found him annoying. Now that you’re stopping me, I don’t want to fight you, and I’m going back.”

"Go back? Go back where? And why do you find him annoying?" Morikawa Yu pressed.

He didn't expect Ibaraki to answer; he just wanted to stall for time.