Volume 3 Hello, Eri Chapter 200 Kassel Idol Group VS Tokyo Japan Division (VII)
Chu Zihang did not hesitate. He held the knife in both hands and handed it to Yuan Zhisheng. Yuan Zhisheng also took it with both hands. This is basic respect for the knife.
As a swordsman who came from the Children's Palace, Chu Zihang wanted to see the Japanese branch using authentic Japanese swordsmanship. However, even with the blessing of swordsmanship from a famous master, it was too unrealistic to think that he could deal with the police force armed with live ammunition with just a Japanese sword.
The cloth wrapping the blade opened, and Murasame revealed his true face. The lights of the police car shone on the blade, reflecting bright marks. Gen Chisei saw his own eyes in the flash of swords and shadows.
"I can smell blood. It looks like an ancient alchemical sword that has been through many battles. It was made by a chef named Pao Ding. This kind of pattern is called Inazuma and looks like lightning. It has a history of no less than three hundred years. You must have strong financial resources to be able to use it as a weapon, Mr. Chu. If it were at an auction, it could fetch over 100 million yen." Yuan Zhisheng exclaimed. There were not many swords that could receive his praise.
He is quite knowledgeable about swords. Japan is a country lacking in resources. Since ancient times, it has always advocated the spirit of craftsmanship and likes to meticulously carve something to create high-quality products. In fact, it is because of poverty.
However, they did spend more effort on smelting swords than craftsmen from other countries at the same time. The blacksmiths hammered the steel over and over again by the furnace in order to completely remove the impurities in the steel. Yuan Zhisheng had also tried it himself. He regarded this kind of skill as a kind of practice and could tell the quality of a sword at a glance.
"This is something left by my father. I heard that the inheritance of Japanese swords is very clear. Can you tell the origin of this sword?" Chu Zihang saw that Yuan Zhisheng seemed to be very knowledgeable in this area, and couldn't help but ask more questions.
Lu Mingfei's heart moved. Chu Zihang never talked about Chu Tianjiao's affairs every day, so sometimes Lu Mingfei felt that Chu's father's affairs were like dispersing mist, and Chu Zihang had long been free from it.
But in fact, Chu Zihang just doesn't want to mention it to others. Some sufferings should be borne by oneself and there is no need to share them with others. Every time he goes on a mission, he always carries the Murasame with him. Perhaps in his heart, there are only two things that his father left in the world, one is the sword, and the other is himself.
"It's difficult." Yuan Zhisheng shook his head. "If you want to find out the inheritance, you must at least know the name of the forger, or some special mark. This sword has no inscription or guard, which is a typical feature of a divine sword. It is usually used to worship gods rather than in actual combat."
"It has a strange property. If it is swung for a long time, dew will condense on the knife. Every swing of the knife is like pouring rain. People I know call it Murasame," said Chu Zihang.
Yuan Zhisheng smiled faintly, "This is a fictional sword in "The Legend of the Eight Dogs of Nansou Satomi". It is said that after killing someone, the blade will condense dew to clean the blood on the blade. In fact, this is just a characteristic of alchemical swords. The dew comes from the moisture in the air. However, with such clues, we should be able to find the maker of this sword. I will hand it over to the Japanese branch, and I should be able to give you a satisfactory answer."
"Thanks."
"Thank you for teaching us about Japanese swords, but if you want to get closer, can you change the time?" Caesar put his arm around Chu Zihang and Yuan Zhisheng's shoulders and asked them to look at the highway together . "The police officers over there are already thirsty."
Lu Mingfei smiled slyly, thinking to herself, "Classmate Caesar, your Chinese is really good. This hunger and thirst is the essence of it!"
"Listen up, people in the car! Seize your last chance! We are about to start the countdown!" The police chief shouted into a megaphone, raising his right hand high in a gesture of preparation for an attack.
"He's going to shoot." Caesar looked at Yuan Zhisheng calmly.
It was definitely not a good feeling to be close to this hairy Italian man, but Gen Chisheng rarely allowed the headquarters specialist to have a brief physical contact with him. His fingers gently swept across the blade of Murasame's sword. Gen Chisheng seemed to be able to hear everything this sword had experienced, the sound of heavy rain, strong wind, roar, shouts of killing. It had been through hundreds of battles and returned bathed in blood.
"Would you like to make a bet, Caesar?" Yuan Zhisheng said calmly, "This is Japan. We are the ones who make the rules on our turf. Give me 10 seconds. After 10 seconds, you can all get on the police car with confidence."
Yabuki Sakura was shocked. In her eyes, the young master was always the serious Amaterasu, who seemed to be born to be the heir of the family. Even Crow and Yasha would be dunked when they wanted to gamble with him. Such a Yuan Zhisheng actually took the initiative to propose a bet for fun, and under such circumstances.
"You're so arrogant?" Caesar raised his eyebrows and looked around. The heartbeats brought back by the sickle-weasel indicated that there were 87 police officers here. A first-line police station in Japan only had about 300 people, which could be considered a large sum to arrest a serious criminal. In such a dark environment, Caesar thought that if he had enough ammunition, he could rely on the sickle-weasel to get rid of the police's siege, but to say that everything could be done in 10 seconds was really an exaggeration.
Yuan Zhisheng smiled. From the time the plane landed until now, his usual rhythm had been disrupted by these idiots from the headquarters. Now the situation was tense and everyone was about to be beaten to pieces by the police. The initiative was back in his hands. As the executor of the Sheqi Eight Clan, Yuan Zhisheng's strength was to deal with the worst situation. The young master of the underworld was too familiar with the style of these policemen.
"What do you want to bet on?" Yuan Zhisheng could see that Caesar was eager to try.
Caesar thought for a moment and said, "The loser should book the most luxurious gigolo nightclub in Tokyo and have to perform a talent show on stage. This can be considered a punishment and can also entertain the public."
"Damn it! Boss, you can bet not to take me with you! I am still a pure girl even after growing up. I can never go to a place like a gigolo club!" Lu Mingfei widened her eyes in horror.
As the saying goes, it is a serious matter to lose one's chastity. Lu Mingfei's ultimate dream in this life is to become the pure and lovely wife of the Chu family. Before she has a chance to succeed, she certainly can't be like those rich and beautiful girls who have nothing to do and run to a gigolo club, snuggle in a man's arms and slap him in the face with money. What's more, Chu Zihang is standing right next to her!
What man would like his future wife to be a gigolo? I smoke, I drink, I have tattoos and I dance with naked men, but I am a good girl? Lu Mingfei thought she was thick-skinned, but there was a limit to how thick she could be! She couldn't say that!
Lu Mingfei quickly looked at Chu Zihang, hoping that he could step forward to stop this crazy behavior, or tell Caesar that this bet was between you and Yuan Zhisheng, and not to involve us.
But Chu Zihang stared at Murasame expressionlessly, not noticing Lu Mingfei's small eyes. Lu Mingfei thought, this is bad, Senior Brother has probably never lent Murasame to anyone else. Although he did not reject Yuan Zhisheng's proposal, he still cared about it. The concern for his beloved sword was like an old father looking at his daughter who was married and worried.
"It's okay, you can dress up as a man. Isn't there a saying that women understand women better? Believe me, if we all go to a gigolo club to perform our talents, you will definitely stand out and beat the gigolos in the club to a pulp." Caesar shrugged.
"I should be proud of this. If you want to lose on purpose, just say it directly. There's no need to beat around the bush!" Lu Mingfei crossed her arms, fearing that she would meet with an unexpected disaster and become the talent show that Caesar mentioned.
"This may make you unhappy, but I really prefer girls with hotter bodies." Caesar stabbed back.
Lu Mingfei's face was full of black lines. Once she got familiar with Caesar, she felt like she had discovered a new world. In private, the nobleman was basically a show-off, with a wild way of thinking, which always made people feel that they were not living in the same world as him. For others, going to a gigolo club might be a disgrace, but if it was Caesar... Lu Mingfei felt that he would be happy to be the first to go on stage, shouting "I'm handsome, I'll go first", and then twisting his chest muscles and buttocks in a backless suit, and throwing a wink to the cheering women below the stage.
Why did she suddenly feel like she had lost to Yuan Zhisheng? If she really had that chance, Lu Mingfei would definitely take a photo of Caesar's heroic figure and send it to Nuonuo to avenge herself!
"Have you made up your mind? Place your bet once you've thought it through, and let it go once you've made your bet. I believe that you, Mr. Caesar, are not the kind of person who would go back on your words." Yuan Zhisheng said.
"It's a bet, a carnival in a gigolo club. If you lose, you have to go on stage and toast everyone!" Caesar stretched out his hand.
"OK!" Yuan Zhisheng high-fived him.
As the police countdown drew to a close, Gen Chisheng raised Murasame and pointed it toward the sky, chanting a solemn dragon script. The air vibrated strangely, and the strong wind blew up Gen Chisheng's black windbreaker. In the sky above his head, which was like a curtain, the dark clouds collapsed and condensed, like the eye of a swirling storm. Amid the deafening explosion, the silver lightning struck the ground like a fire falling from the sky... No! It struck Gen Chisheng directly!
But Yuan Zhisheng was unharmed. On the Murasame in his hand, golden arcs of lightning lingered on the blade, making crackling sounds. Lu Mingfei subconsciously wanted to get closer to take a closer look, but Chu Zihang held his shoulders and forcibly pulled him back. He clearly felt the surging energy on the Murasame sword, which was undoubtedly the lightning in nature, but because of the constraints of some force, they lost the high temperature at birth and were forced to lie down on the Murasame.
Gen Chisei swung the Murasame toward the highway, the blade slid across the cold cross, as if a flash of light flashed in the air in an instant, and the tires of police cars exploded one after another. Before the police could react to what was happening, they were knocked unconscious by the lightning that penetrated their bodies. A fire broke out in the bushes behind them that were used for shelter, and the blazing flames illuminated everything on the beach. All the police lost consciousness almost at the same time, and some even kept holding their guns, but were still lying on the hood of the car.
"Hey, hey, hey! Remember to keep one! We still need the police car we agreed on!" Caesar shouted to stop Yuan Zhisheng. He was not angry because he was about to become a gigolo who performed on the stage, but because he was dazzled by the power of Yuan Zhisheng's words.
Indeed, within 10 seconds, all the policemen were dealt with. Yuan Zhisheng pointed his sword at the ground, and the lightning that had not yet been exhausted was thrown into the sand. A golden arc flashed and disappeared without a trace, but Lu Mingfei felt a numbness under her feet and jumped subconsciously. Logically, sand should not be able to conduct electricity.
"Excuse me."
Yuan Zhisheng held the knife in both hands and returned it to Chu Zihang. Chu Zihang took the Murasame and his fingertips were burned by the residual power of the lightning, but he remained calm. Yuan Zhisheng's lightning-inducing operation made Murasame hot as if it had just been tempered by fire. The rain fell on the blade and steam rose up with a hissing sound.
"Very exciting." Chu Zihang said. He seldom praised anyone, but Yuan Zhisheng's strength really made people applaud and cheer him on.
"The Word Spirit, Takemikaze, was discovered in Japan and named by the Japanese. It comes from the myth in the Kojiki. Legend has it that when Izanagi killed Kagutsuchi with the Tenka sword, the blood splashed on the rocks and gave birth to Takemikaze. The ancients worshipped him as the god of thunder and lightning, and he was also a military god, skilled in swordsmanship and archery. The young master happens to be a master of swordsmanship and bows, and it is worthy of his name to use this Word Spirit." Yabuki Sakura said, "It looks very similar to Indra, who also controls thunder and lightning, but Indra can only achieve the same power at the moment of close contact, while Takemikaze directly controls thunder and lightning, and he can release it in any way and with any power as he pleases, just as dazzling as the glory of a prosperous age."
The purpose of subordinates' existence is to flatter their bosses at the right time. However, Yabuki Sakura's explanation is just right. Minamoto Chisei just showed his words to the department's specialists, and someone has to come out to explain. Of course, the boss can't do this by himself. As Minamoto Chisei's assistant, Yabuki Sakura knows when to step forward.
"So handsome!" Lu Mingfei clapped her hands. The one who came out to smooth things over on the other side was a cute girl, so the one who acted coquettishly on her side had to be a cute girl as well. The two older brothers were obviously not the kind of people who would come out to praise, so only Lu Mingfei could take the lead.
"Boss, you lost!" Lu Mingfei bumped Caesar with her shoulder, and inwardly she was already grinning with her hands on her hips. Caesar was destined to be a gigolo and perform for everyone, so how could she miss this opportunity for revenge? Caesar's heroic deeds will be bound into a book and distributed to the Student Union, CSLFB, the Student Union and even the entire Kassel College. It's best not to forget to give a copy to the Gattuso family in Italy! Let them see what their future heir does every day in Japan!
"It's a cool win." Caesar held up a cigar, patted Yuan Zhisheng's shoulder vigorously and gave him a thumbs up.
He had always felt bad about his Kamaitachi not being handsome enough, but after seeing how much Chu Zihang's Jun Yan made a fuss, he gradually got used to it. Now, seeing Yuan Zhisheng's Takemiya Thunder God, he was more or less calm. "I have booked the top host club in Shinjuku. All the seniors from the Japanese branch are welcome to come. It will all be on my account."
