I became the Lord of the Eternal World in Tokyo.

If Ririko had been foolish enough to throw away that wondrous katana, which could be considered a spiritual weapon, perhaps this fight would still have been going on.

"—Do you really think I would say that?"

Ririko's mocking tone echoed throughout most of the venue, reaching Tokugawa Haruhiko's ears and causing the latter's eye to twitch involuntarily.

She shook her head, her tone full of pity.

"Tokugawa Haruhiko, you're still as hopelessly stupid as you were more than a decade ago."

"Also, let me correct an error."

Ririko raised her finger and pulled out Kaga Kiyomitsu, which was surrounded by a sticky, pale, and cold black aura.

Amidst the latter's soothing and pleasant sword clinking, under the gaze of countless viewers and the director's cameras, and under Tokugawa Haruhiko's silent watch,

Ririko raised the blade and calmly yet domineeringly made the correction.

"Uesugi Tetsu's sword can't be considered an external force."

"because--"

"He was originally mine."

……

"Sure enough."

Upon hearing this, Kitada Kei smiled, thinking to himself that if that were the case, then things would be normal.

However, a young man who spends all his days wielding a sword and is accompanied by it, and who is covered in sweat, actually meets a beautiful girl who is equally outstanding in swordsmanship and in terms of hard work. They can discuss and improve together...

Dude, is this really not some kind of sci-fi blockbuster being filmed?

Could this really not be a conspiracy by the kendo senior?

Kitada Kei glanced at Uesugi Tetsu, who was holding the two-foot-tall man in his arms, and scoffed unhappily.

Beside him, Yuan Jingshui, who was also watching the game intently, blinked in confusion.

What did Tokugawa Ririko mean by that?

“My things”...

But aren't they both independent individuals, independent swordsmen?

Would a master like Uesugi Tetsu agree to be controlled like this?

Yuan Jingshui was completely baffled.

As for Uesugi Tetsuya himself, he was gritting his teeth expressionlessly and gasping for breath.

Because the usually well-behaved Erchi-sama in his arms started to sit down forcefully after hearing what Ririko said, and then twisted his waist as he sat even deeper inside.

Because the white dress had subtly expanded, no one could tell that it was any different from before.

Only Uesugi Tetsuya knows how much he is suffering right now.

"Don't move two feet... hiss... it's coming..."

He raised his hand, intending to deliver a sharp rebuke to the back of the head, but the latter, as if by divine intervention, grabbed his fingers, lowered the brim of his hat, raised the colorful ball, and licked his fingertips in a blind spot.

"If you keep doing this, I'll throw you back into the Jizo statue—"

But Er Chi interrupted his words with a tone of unprecedented coldness, replying instead.

"Didn't Miss Ririko say that you belong to Lord Che?"

As she swayed her full lower body, which was completely out of place for her age, she softly asked a question that stirred her heartstrings.

"Lord Che... what do you think about Erchi...?"

……

boom!

The old table, which had already suffered a heavy blow, now had another deep pit covered with cracks.

Ye Chun slowly raised his bleeding fist, gritting his teeth and muttering, "This muscular kendo girl who has nothing to offer, I was here first..."

Downstairs, a man who was about to turn on the TV but was startled by the jolt looked up in surprise.

"Damn, what's my sis doing in her room? Is she turning the switch up all the way and lost in her own world, oblivious to everything else? Mom and Dad are still home..."

The man, who had taken off his suit but was still wearing a shirt, walked slowly up the stairs and quietly pressed his ear to the door before knocking.

But after a while, he didn't hear any strange noises.

Inside the room, only a slightly familiar voice could be heard providing commentary.

While pondering, the man knocked on the door.

Knocking on doors is a good habit, and he developed this very reliable and useful skill after starting work.

He knocked several times but received no response.

So the man had no choice but to turn the doorknob to open the door, and before the person inside could react, he expertly turned on the light switch.

pat.

Several months later, the energy-saving light in Ye Chun's room finally turned on again.

Under the warm white light, the room was extremely messy. Clean clothes were scattered around for no apparent reason, comics and design books were torn to shreds, and Ye Chun, with her disheveled hair and wearing only a thin nightgown and hot pants, was completely exposed to the man.

"Xiao...Xiao Jing? Weren't you away on a business trip? Why are you back all of a sudden?"

Ye Chun, who had been staring intently at the flickering screen, looked up in astonishment. She almost wanted to punch the screen and smash it to pieces.

"Well, halfway there, a closer guy took my place, saving my life."

Ye Jing nodded, skillfully kicked aside the obstruction at the door, and peered over to look at the 32-inch screen that was playing a live broadcast.

"Hey sis, you're watching the seeding battle live?"

Before Ye Chun could answer, Ye Jing glanced at the in-game purchase section and teased, "Tsk tsk, you're still chasing after celebrities? Tell me, little brother, which handsome guy do you like and have sent him rice?"

Ye Chun's face, flushed slightly beneath her messy hair, kicked Ye Jing in the side, nearly causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

"You little brat, get out of my way!"

"Cough cough cough... Ye Chun, this is murder..."

Ye Jing, who had almost been kicked unconscious, staggered back, clutching his back and panting, "Damn it... don't forget to come down for dinner later, you can watch it on the app on your phone!"

Ye Chun hugged her knees and waved her hand impatiently: "I know, I know! Go down!"

"I kindly came up to remind you, and you kicked me? I'm speechless..."

After a few coughs, the footsteps gradually faded away.

But less than two seconds later, the footsteps turned back and became louder.

"Oh, right."

Ye Jing's voice suddenly rang out from the doorway.

"I read the newly released manga a couple of days ago. The illustrations are so beautiful they make my mouth water, and the plot is great too. Everyone at the company is urging you to update it faster, sis."

Ye Chun turned her head, only to find a thumbs-up gesture waving at her from the doorway before disappearing back into the air.

"Tsk, this kid..."

But after going back and forth, Ye Chun found that the anger in his heart was not so great anymore.

The urge to punch Tokugawa Ririko twice still lingers.

……

"Nanjo, this young lady from the Tokugawa family is actually connected to that Uesugi under your command. What do you think?"

On the demon and god viewing platform, Kujo Oborozuki leaned out with great interest.

"I'll lie down and watch."

Nanjo Manami rolled her eyes: "The first time I met the two of them was at two in the morning in an abandoned school in the middle of nowhere."

"This……"

Kujou Oborozuki paused slightly, clearly not expecting such a bombshell to break.

"So young, and the young couple is already playing such big games?"

"What are you thinking, Kujo?" Nanjo Manami sighed speechlessly. "They went there together as a group to play ghost story games, and they were almost wiped out by some fox, dog, and raccoon dog."

"what?"

Kujo Oborozuki scratched his head in confusion.

At this age, with this relationship... the result was going to an abandoned school in the early hours of the morning to "play ghost stories"?

Who would believe something like this if I told them?

"Hey, Nanjo, you don't have to lie to me in a place like this..."

"That's true, and it can be found in the Special Affairs Bureau's files."

Nanjo Ai shrugged.

—At this moment, in the audience.

After the battle on the main arena came to an end, Okabe Motonobu naturally turned his attention to Ririko, who had a burning sword heart on her head.

Then, as expected, I saw Kaga Kiyomitsu in her hand.

Motonobu Okabe froze in his seat, even his breathing stopped for a moment.

Although his memory was already very hazy, Motonobu Okabe believed that this was the first time he had seen such a similar katana since then!

The vermilion scabbard, the design of the hilt, and the ever-vibrating spiritual energy...

Okabe Motonobu raised his finger, pointed at Kaga Kiyomitsu, and asked, "Little monk Hozoin, do you know the origin of that katana...?"

"Huh? Didn't you hear me, Ogasawara-san?"

Hozoin Inori blinked his big eyes and said, "That katana was lent to Tokugawa Ririko by Uesugi Tetsu."

Motonobu Okabe was stunned.

Then, like a tsunami, a magnitude 50 earthquake erupted in my mind.

On the surface, Okabe Motonobu simply responded with a nod and then put his hand down.

Uesugi...Tetsu?

Che?

This is just too much of a coincidence.

Could it really be that Uesugi Tetsu?

Motonobu Okabe thought to himself in disbelief.

If the seeding battle wasn't still ongoing, and if there weren't so many ghosts and spirits in the stadium that made it inconvenient for her to approach, she would have...

Motonobu Okabe had already rushed up and ripped off that red Hannya mask!

……

"Alright, are you still going to fight or not?"

Ririko stared at Tokugawa Haruhiko, who had been frozen in place for a long time. With a slight thought, she impatiently cut a bloody mark on his cheek.

She raised her eyebrows.

"If you don't fight, I'll just kill you with one sword."

"One sword!"

Kaga Kiyomitsu echoed the tremor.

"One sword? I don't believe it..."

Enraged, Tokugawa Haruhiko drew his sword, his eyes widening sharply: "Who will win and who will lose is still uncertain!"

Surrounded by countless spectators, competitors, and even spirits, Tokugawa Haruhiko, who unleashed a plethora of flashy moves and swordsmanship, couldn't even touch the hem of Ririko's clothes.

Instead, he was constantly caught off guard during his attacks, and then repeatedly struck on his joints and face with the back and hilt of the blade.

Tokugawa Haruhiko was utterly powerless to fight back!