I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 116 - 84. Your knife is nice, but now it’s mine.

The situation grew increasingly tense, as the Buddhist temple was filled with noise that seemed ready to lift the roof.

Kawashima Miki moved to the corner, sitting on the floor. Her bright eyes were constantly following the figure of Fujiwara Reya, and beneath the black mourning clothes, her slender neck was exposed, showing the face of a stunning beauty.

A flash of white light split through the air, followed by a thunderous explosion.

Just two meters away from her, a bald man wielding a katana was striking at Fujiwara Reya from behind.

In the slightly trembling atmosphere, the rain was pouring heavily. Kawashima Miki looked at that back, her small fists tightly clenched, body slightly leaning forward, in a stance like a hunting mother leopard.

She did not intend to help Fujiwara Reya.

Such a posture was merely for self-defense.

At one corner, Kasahara Fumi had already crouched, ready to strike at any moment.

Unlike Kawashima Miki, although she was suspicious of Fujiwara Reya, as a law enforcement officer, she had to uphold procedural justice. This means that even if Fujiwara Reya had problems, he should be left to her Section Nine for investigation; he couldn’t just be allowed to die here.

But in the next second.

The two women relaxed their expressions and sat back again.

As if he had eyes on his back, there was a loud crash, and Fujiwara Reya picked up a chair without looking back, swung it backwards fiercely, smashing it onto the bald man’s shiny head. In an instant, the strong body of the bald man flew backwards.

Then, he kicked away the person blocking in front of him, moving towards Tsuchiya Kazuma, who was protected in the middle.

"Tsuchiya Kazuma!"

A steady voice echoed in the Buddhist temple. The bald man standing in front of Tsuchiya Kazuma walked directly over: "Hey, you..." he said, reaching out to push Fujiwara Reya’s shoulder.

He had trained, confident in himself.

Thinking this guy was blocking his target, Fujiwara Reya casually slapped him.

At the moment of contact, the bald man’s body spun half a circle, crashing to the ground with a thud, clutching his now-useless arm, wailing.

"Tsuchiya Kazuma!"

Another shouted calling out his full name, and the sound of blades slicing through the air came from both sides. Fujiwara Reya seemed oblivious, walking forward as he declared, "I’m here today to kill this new boss of yours!"

With a calm and composed manner, these words came from the youth’s face.

Except for Kawashima Miki, who could somewhat foresee it, everyone else was in an uproar, which then immediately turned into dead silence. Even Kasahara Fumi and Tsuchiya Kazuma himself did not expect him to abruptly bring up murder.

Tsuchiya Kazuma was utterly bewildered.

Honestly.

I just came to Tokyo.

Why am I so unlucky?

I didn’t even offend this kid, so why is he shouting to kill as soon as he arrives?

Even if someone dismantled your shrine, it wasn’t on my orders!

Or are all Tokyo locals this impolite?

Can’t we talk it out?

Wait!

Danger!

Tsuchiya Kazuma sidestepped, dodging the chair Fujiwara Reya threw at him.

"Come on, all of you, come! And, my sword, bring my sword!" he urged loudly while turning around, glaring at Fujiwara Reya with extreme hostility, containing undisguised murderous intent—pushed to this point, he was ready to kill Fujiwara Reya outright, and then find a lackey to take the blame.

"Charge!"

"This is our turf!"

"What’s he going to fight with!"

"Hundreds of brothers could crush him!"

The roars rose and fell.

Such is the Extreme Path, a fight must be accompanied by battle cries for support.

Whether they would win was one thing, but the momentum must be well controlled, never showing weakness compared to the enemy.

"Kisama!" a bald man closest to Fujiwara Reya jumped out, the clear, ringing sound of the katana being drawn echoed, and the blade flashed like lightning, chopping straight for the young man’s head. freёnovelkiss.com

From leaping up to drawing the sword in mid-air, and then to the upward sweep and downward chop, the process was swift and smooth, easily showing the man’s solid and rigorous Sword Dao skills. Outside, he could easily earn the title of master in a Sword Dojo.

Unfortunately, his opponent wasn’t human.

The blade hadn’t even had a chance to cleave down when Fujiwara Reya twisted his body and jumped, delivering a side kick straight to the bald man’s abdomen. The blade cut through empty air in front of him, and he flew backward, crashing into a group of companions, toppling them like bowling pins into a heap.

But as that heap fell, a larger crowd drew their swords and surrounded him, the sound of chilling blade tremors echoing throughout the Buddhist temple.

After all, this was their territory, numerous and fired up. Shouting slogans, baring fangs and brandishing claws, they lined up aggressively, eager to throw themselves at him.

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Thunder roared, and torrential rain poured down.

The sky appeared somewhat dim, the streets a misty white, with the sound of sirens coming from the distant rain curtain. The sound grew clearer, and after a while, patrol cars from the Taito Police Station arrived one after another, with police officers braving the rain, rushing towards the entrance in formation.

Then, they all stopped uniformly about twenty meters away from the entrance, all holding their guns, looking tense and uneasy.

In the torrential rain, there was a monster.

A tengu dressed in white hunting clothes, with a katana hanging from its waist, stood under the eaves with its head tilted slightly at a 45-degree angle, arms behind its back.

Maintaining this posture for about three to five minutes, a police inspector holding a black umbrella stepped out of a later-arriving police car, an individual newly stepping into a mid-level leadership position.

"..." The policeman’s palms were sweaty, speaking carefully and cautiously, "We are currently carrying out official duties, please step aside."

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