Demon Capital Slayer

Chapter 10 Before Falling Asleep
Before the next dish arrived, Yurika, who had already finished her beef bowl, took out her notebook. Mitsurugi glanced at it and saw that she was writing in her club activity log.

"So we really are a legitimate club." These words just slipped out of my mouth.

"Hahaha." Aizen Yurika let out a monotone laugh.

"Does that mean you don't think so, Sword Master?"

"I'm sorry." First and foremost, apologize.

Lily hummed a song as she wrote, but Mitsurugi, who was watching from the side, had an increasingly strange expression.

Under the vivid pen of the class monitor, the incident of the paranormal club's spirit communication ritual actually summoning evil spirits was transformed into a study tour exploring folk traditions and experiencing niche cultures.

"Given Shizuka's personality, she probably won't read the logbook carefully. However, since Nogizaka-san has her own considerations, let's keep today's events a secret for now," Yurika said.

After finishing her journal entry, perhaps because her eyes were a little sore, Aizen Yurika took off her glasses and turned to the side to rub her temples.

As Yujian was eating with his head down, he noticed something was wrong. It was as if someone had pressed the pause button, and the noisy family restaurant suddenly fell silent.

When he looked up curiously, he immediately realized something. A love of eating beef might not necessarily bring disaster to the country, but a person with this hobby could certainly be described as stunningly beautiful.

"Excuse me." Yurika put her old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses back on, sealing her almost superhuman beauty back into the realm of humanity. Only then did a gasp come from the surroundings, as if they had just forgotten to breathe.

"No wonder the class monitor wears these glasses." Yu Jian nodded, his expression calm and seemingly unaffected.

In fact, he had been putting the spoon to his nose earlier.

"I think Yujian should be a little more self-aware. After we entered the store, everyone from the cashier to the female college student working there, and other female customers, were probably peeking at us, right?" Yurika retorted in a low voice.

"Want to try them on? I have a spare pair of glasses, also non-prescription." Lily opened her bag to reveal a pair of round-framed glasses. Although the style was different, they were both understated, large black frames.

"I would be very grateful for your kind offer." After finishing the last bite of his meal, Yujian decisively declined.

"What a pity, I was hoping to see what Mitsurugi looks like with glasses." Yurika slightly pulled down her glasses, her beautiful, almost eerie phoenix eyes peering over the top of the frames at Mitsurugi.

Suddenly, he remembered that there were supernatural powers in this world. Could it be that the girl in front of him was not an ordinary person? He shook his head to shake off the unrealistic wild thoughts. If Yuri was not an ordinary person, how could she have been trapped with him by that level of evil spirit?
"..." Yu Jian took a deep breath. He was not a real teenager, but a tough man with ample composure.

He said, "It's not entirely impossible."

In a relaxed atmosphere, the first all-member dinner of Cat's Paw Club came to a successful conclusion, and the two wearing black-rimmed glasses embarked on their return journey together.

Yu Jian arrived home first, and as they parted, Yuri suddenly called out to him.

"Shall we go to school together tomorrow?"

Yu Jianyuan was stunned. During the day, he had been complaining about how youthful other people's high school life was. Little did he expect that he would be struck by the lightning of youth himself that very night.

He couldn't help but tug at his collar and straighten his sleeves.

"Okay." After saying that, Yu Jian turned around and left, but his steps, which were originally as orderly as if measured by a ruler, were now a bit messy.

"Why are you walking so fast? I was thinking of exchanging phone numbers and emails." Seeing this, Yurika couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle.

"Not the aloof black cat, but a big, gentle Maine?" The girl shook her head, then looked surprised.

"Huh, is that... a birthmark on the back of Yujian's neck?" She looked from behind and noticed that a pentagram-shaped birthmark had been revealed on Yujian's neck where it had been covered by his collar, due to the action of pulling on his collar earlier.

In the darkness of night, this pale red birthmark stands out like a burning flame or the purifying bellflower mark etched on a shrine lantern.

Back home, Yu Jian was unaware of this; unless one deliberately looks in a mirror, it's not easy for the person to notice that spot. He'd been quite exhausted by the three-nothing cheat ability lately, and hadn't even had time to sort out his jumbled memories of this life, let alone something as insignificant as a birthmark.

At home, looking at the newly made bed, Yu Jian couldn't help but show a complicated expression.

Like an athlete standing on the starting line or a gladiator about to enter the arena, he now subconsciously feels nervous about sleeping, and there is no relaxation and leisure that should be there before going to sleep.

Wait, once I beat this damn cheat into submission, will I still have insomnia because I'm afraid of weird things like beds?
A chill ran down his spine, and Yu Jian decided not to overthink it.

The moment he touched the pillow, the dream of Asura quietly arrived.

While Miken was soundly asleep, another organization in Tokyo was just beginning to enter an overtime hell.

A few dozen minutes earlier, the sudden alarm prompted them to rush back to their posts, and those who were originally on night duty went to work even earlier.

"Lord Xuanwu, keep it up, you can do it!" Shiroshi Ichiki clenched his fists, cheering on his senior colleague who was working.

On a city model engraved with a transparent Bagua (Eight Trigrams), a divination turtle, scientifically known as the 'Three-lined Box Turtle' and commonly called the 'Golden Coin Turtle', is struggling to crawl. Finally, the divination turtle's limbs give way and it stops in one spot. Upon seeing this, Shiraishi Kazuki, belonging to the Supernatural Disaster Countermeasures Division, quickly steps forward to determine if the turtle has collapsed from exhaustion.

Once he was certain that the other party had not collapsed from exhaustion but had completed the divination, Shiraishi Kazuki immediately shouted out.

"The location of the spiritual disaster has been determined!"

He was almost moved to tears of joy. This divination tortoise was imported from the Eastern suzerain state. Its intelligence was comparable to that of a human, and it was extremely sensitive to fluctuations in spiritual energy. It also had a very wide detection range. Its only drawback was that it could not accurately determine the precise location of a spiritual disaster.

but……

"Lord Xuanwu, you've worked hard!"

Dressed in a formal business suit, Shiraishi bowed respectfully, carefully picked up the turtle that was about to foam at the mouth, and respectfully returned it to its luxurious aquarium to rest.

Although turtles generally have long lifespans, and this particular turtle is a rare individual imbued with spiritual energy, its service dates back to the last World War, making it a truly ancient and venerable creature that requires considerable effort to even move.

Although the suzerain state has long since completed technological innovation, these overseas vassal states that run around and are not very obedient should not dream of it in the short term.

On the other side, Aizawa Kiri, who also belongs to the Supernatural Disaster Countermeasures Division, was sitting idly in front of a machine, occasionally raising his hand to tap the device at a 45-degree angle.

This thing is different from the spirit turtle; it is an advanced spiritual energy detection device imported from a major Western country. It can sense various spiritual energy fluctuations. Its advantage is that the response speed is very fast, but its disadvantage is that it is very easy to lag during operation, and its measurement range is quite limited. Well, actually, it is pitifully small.

The reason is naturally that Western powers are holding us back, restricting the export of newer technologies, and even limiting the total amount of purchases, making it impossible for us to monitor the entire city by increasing the quantity.

Originally, the countermeasures department thought that the two methods would be a good match, and that combining them would be perfect.

The result was that nothing worked. They could only know that an incident had occurred, but the specific location was neither timely nor accurate. In the end, they even had to rely on ordinary police officers to conduct door-to-door investigations to confirm it, which is very much in line with the way Japanese government departments operate.

"The mobile unit has been notified to stand by and is currently searching for possible emergency calls through the Metropolitan Police Department's system."

"Wait, the Netherworld synapse is shrinking, and the Worldly Zone is beginning to recede!"

"This……"

The unexpected turn of events left everyone bewildered until the female section chief, who was in command, gave the order.

"The mobile team is on duty, and the dispatched personnel continue to search the crime scene."

"Yes." The humble public instruments immediately sprang into action.

"Section Chief Jinguji, what do you think might be going on? Ordinary paranormal events wouldn't produce such a strong, worldly-like wavelength reaction," the older man standing behind the female section chief asked in a low voice.
"It's hard to say." The female section chief, surnamed Jinguji, placed her hands in front of her, a strange smile appearing on her lips.

"The fading of the eternal world may be due to the invading Netherworld entities being eliminated by civilian exorcists."

"After all, neither the lords of the Divine Hall nor the high monks of the Religious Council need to consult us before they act. And the sword schools that master the Yin Yi and the martial arts groups that inherit their names and armor are even less inclined to look this way."

"They say it's a special department for spiritual disasters jointly managed by the Religious Affairs Commission, the Ministry of the Environment, and the Ministry of Science, but in reality, it's just the three parties passing the buck. Only inexperienced young people from each department occasionally come to practice and earn some pocket money as a side job. Ha, do they think this place is a roadside convenience store?"

"Sometimes I really think this stupid countermeasures class should just be disbanded," Jinguji chuckled and complained in a low voice.

"Section Chief, watch your words." The older man sighed and rubbed his forehead in exasperation.

"Heh, I haven't even mentioned the demons, monsters, and goblins that suddenly appear after the tide comes in, oh, and the super-powered beings."

"Oh, right, we mustn't forget the two big brothers, one in the East and one in the West. They're the real heavyweights. Which emerging conglomerate or politician doesn't have their backing? Not to mention the lofty Twelve Celestial Families, they're practically the East..."

"Mai, this is something that cannot be mentioned at all." The older man suddenly pressed down on Jinguji's shoulder. His white hair, which was originally neatly combed, suddenly bounced up in a tuft, as if he was angry.

"Oh dear, I forgot that you're one of them too, teacher. Red Bean Paste Secret Marseille, please spare this lowly bureaucrat like me." Jinguji Mai covered her mouth with her hands in a triangle shape, unable to stop muttering to herself.

"It's alright. I am just a minor member of a collateral branch with impure blood. In the eyes of my family, I am probably only one level higher than livestock."

"Ha, as a true domestic animal, I used to think only dogs cared about pedigree." Jinguji Mai, enraged by working overtime all night, unleashed her full power, but still added a word of sympathy out of consideration for their past relationship. "Sorry, Kiyokawa-sensei is not among them."

“It’s alright, I sometimes feel the same way.” The older Kiyokawa closed his eyes and sighed.

"But Qingzhou Greyhounds are naturally faster than local Shiba Inus."

Meanwhile, a transmigrator named Yu Jianming is dreaming of killing people, though it's possible he's not actually killing people.

(End of this chapter)