Demon Capital Slayer

Chapter 70 A Sword Presented to a Hero
"Can I borrow this for a moment?"

Yu Jian felt his face burning, but he pretended to be calm and said what he had to say.

Heroes always find items from unexpected places...

If it were me back in college, I probably wouldn't have been able to speak up because I was too shy.

It's fair to say that work experience does make people more mature, even when working from home, you still have to interact with people online. Initially shy young people often become more pragmatic through repeated verbal exercises, or perhaps they simply become more thick-skinned.

"It's possible, I'm not really interested in boys' stuff, but taking it out casually might violate the gun and sword regulations," the woman kindly advised.

The Gun and Sword Law, officially titled the "Law for the Control of Swords and Other Weapons," sets requirements for all types of swords and their replicas or imitations. Any sword exceeding 15 centimeters in length is strictly prohibited from being possessed or carried. Even if an application is approved, failure to report a lost sword or other weapon will result in a substantial fine, and in serious cases, imprisonment.

Simply put, it's a modern version of the "Abolish Swords Order".

After a moment's thought, Yu Jian revealed a rare, somewhat sly smile.

"It's fine as long as we don't get caught."

"Wow, are you a delinquent?" The woman was slightly taken aback at first, then burst out laughing.

Then, she rolled her eyes.

"Give it to you."

"Hmm? This must be very expensive." This time, Yu Jian was stunned. Antiques like this with certificates of authenticity are definitely worth a lot of money.

"Because it suits me perfectly," the woman said in a slightly willful and spoiled tone.

There's no way to get rid of that image of a handsome young swordsman under the moon.

"I'll report it lost immediately. As for this [Vajra Wisdom Fire Demon-Slaying Blade], ugh, that name is such a mouthful. Anyway, what will someone do with this lost sword after picking it up?"

"Aminmei doesn't know." The woman showed a very sincere expression, seemingly without any flaws.

No wonder Zhang Ji's mother said that the prettier a woman is, the more likely she is to lie.

That's true, but it seems his mother was also a beautiful woman...

Yu Jian suddenly realized that he didn't know the other person's name.

"Excuse me, may I ask who you are?"

"Isn't it a bit late to ask now? Oh well, since you've asked so sincerely, I'll be generous and tell you."

The woman, with a theatrical air, placed one hand on her chest, appearing radiant as if she were in the center of an opera house, even though she was sitting on the hospital bed.

"Kame Hayashihara, remember this name. She's the woman who will reach the pinnacle of both singing and idol careers." After a slight pause, the woman who called herself Akemi Hayashihara showed a somewhat regretful expression.

"If it weren't for the problem with my voice, I might have been able to stand in one of those positions this year. Life is truly unpredictable."

"I remember."

Yu Jian nodded very seriously, thinking to himself that he must find a prescription or ritual to treat his throat when he has the chance. Perhaps he could ask Dr. Jian Hei, but he would have to figure out how to contact him.

In short, he's not the kind of scoundrel who would take other people's things for free and feel perfectly justified.

This favor should be remembered.

"Hey, in exchange, what's your name?" Hayashi Akemi spread her hands out, twisting her fingers like a child begging for candy.

"...I think I'm an intruder?" Miken said expressionlessly.

"Tch, stingy." Hayashihara Akemi pouted, then suddenly smiled.

"Then, in return, at least call me 'sister'."

Yujian, who was trying hard to maintain a good first impression, couldn't hold back his composure when he heard this.

After stammering for a while, considering the beautiful older sister had just given him such an expensive antique sword, he barely managed to squeeze out a very soft sentence through gritted teeth.

"Sister, sister (おねえさん)."

"Oh ho." Lin Yuanmingmei pulled up the sheet to cover her flushed and burning face, leaving only her left hand outside and waving it repeatedly, signaling Yujian to leave quickly.

"Well then, I'll take my leave." Feeling equally awkward, the latter went to the door, listened to the commotion outside, and then quickly left.

Upon reaching the corridor, Yu Jian immediately let out a long sigh of relief. Seriously, why do older women always like to tease younger men? He wasn't actually a sixteen-year-old boy, well, his body was definitely sixteen, so it didn't seem like a complete loss later.

Shaking his head vigorously, Yujian hung the wakizashi [Demon-Slaying Blade] on his belt. This wakizashi was fully equipped, even with accessories that connected the scabbard to the belt.

That thing looks a bit like an ancient version of a military belt, and its actual function is similar.

I must say, the length of the wakizashi is quite suitable for concealed carrying; it's practically like a pistol.

No wonder that in the late Edo period, this weapon replaced the katana and tachi, becoming the primary form of identification and self-defense weapon carried by most samurai and wealthy merchants. Of course, there were also reasons why the katana could not be brought into certain situations.

As a current high school student proficient in swordsmanship, the difference between wielding a sword unarmed and wielding a weapon is similar to the difference between a five-star character and a six-star character. The former is certainly not weak, but the latter... well, it's rather overpowered.

In short, by concealing the wakizashi at his lower back in a relatively discreet manner, Mitsurugi walked along the corridor through the wards like an ordinary visitor.

His thinking was straightforward: since the other party could travel in such a luxury car, they probably wouldn't choose a regular ward, so he went straight to the seventh floor.

This is the floor where the VIP wards are located. As you can see from the ward where Akemi Hayashihara was just now, it's more like a luxury hotel suite than a ward. It's no wonder that this is a private hospital; it's incredibly luxurious.

To protect patient privacy, security on this floor is mainly concentrated at the elevator entrance and stairwell. There are no people stationed on the floor at all times, but there will be a dedicated security team that patrols regularly.

Because the patrol time was staggered, Yujian was not discovered immediately.

His excellent senses allowed him to faintly hear sounds even through the door.

Just a few steps away, I found the ward where Tianyu Lingyin was.

"You outsider, why did you transfer my brother to a hospital whose name I've never even heard of? This isn't just a simple physical injury; it's a curse left by demons."

"And what have you self-proclaimed family members done? You neither cut off the source of the curse nor sought out a psychic who could dispel it. Are you just going to watch Father slowly die without doing anything?"

"What do you know?!"

A heated argument was heard inside the house, but what caught Yu Jian's attention was a phantom clinging to the door frame.

The thing looked like a snake, but its body was not substantial and instead appeared translucent.

At that moment, the serpentine phantom also cast its gaze upon him.

The two locked eyes for a moment, and before the sword could do anything, the snake...

Dead?
To be precise, it became stiff, looking as if it had suddenly died.

It is said that small animals will play dead if they encounter an unexpected super predator and cannot escape.

They were betting that the other person wouldn't eat dead food.

It doesn't seem to be anything special...

Originally, after hearing Tianyu Lingyin's description, Yujian thought that there was a huge gap between swordsmen and regular cultivators, but judging from the situation he has recently encountered, it seems to be different from what he expected.
It's best to be cautious; it could just be my imagination.

This little guy looked like a lookout. Since he had already been exposed, he decided not to hide it anymore. Just as he was about to knock on the door and go in, a polite but wary question came from behind him.

"Are you a family member of the patient? Is there anything I can help you with?"

He paused in his sword-wielding motion, then slowly pulled up his black mask with his back to the person approaching.

Turning around, I saw three security guards equipped with stun guns and electric batons looking at me warily, one of them already reaching for his walkie-talkie.

"What a nuisance." Miken muttered, raising his hand to rest on his lower back, then lowering it again.

There was no need to go that far. The security guards didn't have any Netherworld aura on them; they were clearly just ordinary people.

But Yu Jian stopping didn't mean the other side would stop too. On the contrary, because of his touch on the weapon, several security personnel who had been trained in America decisively pulled the trigger, and the stun gun instantly fired two electrified darts with trailing wires.

This device was officially put into law enforcement as early as the 1970s. It can incapacitate people by instantly discharging electricity, and now it has a fairly mature portable model.

But it's clearly not enough to deal with a young swordsman.

Yu Jian's pupils contracted.

Eagle Eye, activate!

(End of this chapter)