Chapter 58: The Lord Who Goes Against His Personality (1, 2?, 3) (……
Bai Suchuan sat in the messy coffee shop, watching the police who appeared in time escort the struggling prisoner into the police car, and the dangerous weapon was put into an evidence bag and taken away as evidence of the crime.
The outstanding citizen who fought bravely and narrowly subdued the antisocial thug bent over and asked with concern: "Mr. Bai, please disinfect your eyes as soon as possible."
"Also, you were too reckless just now. You should be brave enough to do what you can. You can tell that you don't exercise often. If you encounter a knife-wielding robber, just call the police immediately instead of rushing in like you did this time!"
Shirasuga looked up at Amuro Toru, and although he said nothing, the meaning in his eyes was clearly expressed.
The blond man arched his eyebrows, his purple-gray eyes sparkling with light: "Me? Don't look at me as just an ordinary coffee shop clerk, I am also a trainee detective learning from Mr. Maori. I always appear at crime scenes, and in order to protect myself, I have also practiced some Sanda. In a sense, I am very powerful!"
Amuro Toru tilted his head mischievously, his light-colored hair swaying gently. His little bit of pride made him look lively, completely different from the cold look on his face as he was bravely restraining a criminal just now.
Of course, Shirasu had no time to think about these contrasts.
After all, when it comes to contrast, he is the one with such a huge contrast that it is impossible to ignore...
Fatigue was like a tide, making Bai Qichuan lose interest. Mental fatigue and physical weakness made the well-educated young man unwilling to engage in more social activities.
He nodded to Amuro Toru who wanted to ask him something, bowed apologetically, and left holding the sword in his hand.
Toru Amuro watched the strange man leave and turned around to clean up the messy shop.
"The tables and chairs have all fallen over, and the floor is covered with broken glass. It's really causing trouble..."
Bai Suchuan walked on the street like a wandering soul, and the pain in his limbs made him very distressed. But even though he was unwell, he still kept his back straight and walked steadily - ignore his extremely slow movements.
"Was I really too reckless?" Bai Qichuan reflected.
"I never thought I would do something so ungentlemanly."
In his confused thoughts, even the traces of "thinking" were floating in the air. Unreal thoughts were free from matter, occupying his body like a ghost, causing him to do impulsive things.
Now that I think about it, this is probably what is commonly known as "getting carried away by passion"!
Compared to just now, he has calmed down a lot.
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A few minutes ago.
Having just acquired the ability to see spiritual power and not yet mastered it, Baisuchuan was unable to recognize Hasebe's true form at first.
There is a special connection between him and the Tsukumogami - this is why he had strongly requested to come to the world in person.
In a sense, is it a kind of "spiritual connection"?
After all, he is the provider of spiritual power for all the incarnations of the tsukumogami in Honmaru. This connection was formed the moment the contract was established, and his presence is always felt in clever and unexpected places.
After a few seconds of helplessness and panic when my eyes were scratched by glass fragments, some strange and dangerous feelings came over me.
Being stared at by wild beasts and being watched by evil spirits.
Human beings' perception of danger comes from a primitive characteristic of evolution and is always the best means of protection.
It was as if being stared at by an evil being. If it were a small animal, it would probably be frightened to the point of its fur trembling.
But he was, after all, a weak human who had never received any combat training, and lacked sensitivity to this. A momentary chill passed through his brain, which prevented him from moving his weak legs. Instead, in his panic, he saw something that mattered more to him.
——Holding by a hideous villain, with a thick and muddy black curse surging, with a dim divine light and dim spiritual power, the one who is suppressed by Hasebe!
The blade of the golden hail and shark blue lacquer-coated sword has unique burnt patterns after quenching.
He won't admit his mistake!
The national treasure of Japan, the "Yakiri Sword" preserved by the Kuroda family for generations, he played with it over and over again out of boredom after his spiritual power ran out on the second day after joining the Honmaru. Even after a long time, the feeling of being obsessed with it is still unforgettable.
No matter who holds it, that sword is "Yakiri Hasebe"!
Why didn't the connection that should have existed between them appear?
Because in the battle between spiritual power and curse, Hasebe's spiritual power was completely suppressed!
The cursed power was too strong, with red and black colors surging, and the slight light of spiritual power was even invisible to the naked eye!
What's worse, black energy was still gathering on the body of the man who was beaten black and blue, and it flowed into the handle of the knife and attached to it!
Why is this happening? !
What about Fusangshen?
How is the Fusangshen inside?
——Hasebe, or Hasebe?
The solemn Fusangshen, wearing the priest's uniform, left with dignity, determined to complete the mission of the Shinsengumi, and head held high to come to the modern world, which is full of dangers compared to the cold weapon era...
Is this what will happen...!
——Will he become a cursed spirit without any virtue, a gangster and a stiff body that the sorcerer wants to fight against?
The legend of the Dark Fall that was circulated among the Shinsengumi of the Time Government had not reached his ears because Shirasu had not been out for a long time and had not communicated with other people. Therefore, at this moment, he only thought of one possibility. Otherwise, at this time when the situation was unclear, this timid human being who was most likely to scare himself would be even more panicked.
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When Shirasuga realized that something was wrong with Hasebe, he forgot how dangerous the situation was.
He knows nothing about fighting, and he has always stayed away from the government cases, the happy revenge, and the swordplay of the underworld. He can't analyze the battle situation, and can't see that Amuro Toru has spare strength, and the entanglement with the criminals seems to be full of dangers, but in fact it is easy.
In his eyes, it is urgent to stop Hasebe from getting worse and cut off the curse from the influx of thugs!
If the spiritual power is suppressed by the curse, then give him more spiritual power!
So, even though even his breath was tainted with the scent of books and ink, and a piece of sharp paper could easily cut his fingers, this weak scholar was reckless and foolish enough to try to break through the protection circle set up by Toru Amuro and snatch the knife from the nearly out-of-control criminal.
[Cowardly], [timid], [mediocre ability]...
The character's basic or derived characteristics, because the player has the highest level of control, can temporarily break through Shirasumikawa's character settings under strong subjective will and perform actions that cannot be completed when the system is in standby mode.
He rushed forward amidst Toru Amuro's disapproving gaze, like a hot-blooded young man, acting bravely without knowing his own limitations.
This is not something ordinary people should get involved in!
Toru Amuro had no choice but to fight back, and in a few moves he seized the katana and threw it aside.
In order to keep Bai Suchuan away, he even shouted: "Put the knife away first!"
Bai Suchuan obediently took the lead and was one step ahead of the robber. He snatched the knife and ran away, leaving the bloody fight between the men behind.
The handle of the knife in his palm was hot, perhaps from the warmth of another person. As soon as he touched it, the black turbid air surged violently as if it had discovered that the holder had changed. It gave him a feeling very similar to the burning pain caused by the invasion of evil spirits when he encountered the cursed spirit that day.
"Ordinary people will be corroded by the curse when they come into contact with it. You had a lot of densely packed eyes growing on your wrist at that time, it was very scary! So, don't be so bold as to approach casually just by relying on your little spiritual power." Gojo Satoru's words that seemed to be alarmist at the time suddenly appeared in his mind at an inopportune time.
The first thing that came to Baisuchuan's mind was not the possibility that "Yakiri Hasebe" would become a cursed object that was harmful to him, but rather: Would Hasebe, who was infected by the malice, also suffer from unbearable burning pain and a desire to die like he did in the beginning?
Just thinking about it, humans with rich emotions can empathize with each other, and their eyes are filled with tears within a few steps.
Roughly wipe away the weak and useless tears.
The scabbard has not been found yet!
He couldn't summon the Tsukumogami! Even though he confirmed Hasebe's safety.
Can't freeze the situation! At least do something! What can he do?
A large amount of spiritual power poured in at a speed invisible to ordinary people, and the dusty blade seemed to be wiped by a clean cloth, gradually emitting a bright color.
But that’s not enough!
Without thinking about why Hasebe was cursed, Shirasuka only knew that the black energy was still there and the curse had not been lifted!
He hid behind the counter and output wantonly. Symptoms of hypoglycemia began to appear, and he was exhausted and dizzy. Until Tsurumaru Kuninaga couldn't stand it anymore, he shook on him non-stop, and the vibration was so strong that it seemed to break free of the restraints of the body, and Shirasuka almost let it slip out.
"Please sir, hand me the evidence. The police will take it back to the police station."
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"Would it be convenient for you to take a statement later?"
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"Sir? Sir? Do you need a blanket and hot water?" The policewoman who was checking the scene was curious and walked through the counter to approach the man. She found that the unfortunate citizen was kneeling on the ground with a pale face, his head leaning weakly on the bottom of the counter, and his lips were pale as if he had lost too much blood.
"Ah! Are you hurt? Ambulance!"
The man seemed to have just woken up from a dream, as if he was in another world.
In the end, of course, the misunderstanding was resolved and there was no need for an ambulance to come to the scene. However, Hasebe was inevitably taken away.
Shirasuga was talking to Tsurumaru on the way back to the base.
"We still don't know what happened to Hasebe, but at least his whereabouts are known. Amuro said he would be taken to the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department for identification. There are many people involved, and ordinary people would not have a reasonable reason to see the important evidence."
"Please ask Geto Suguru... The sorcerer always has some magical means to take it away. In an emergency, we have to use the emergency method... Hasebe's condition is too worrying. I always feel that something will happen if I let him go. I don't understand the laws of this era, so I have to resort to extraordinary means..."
"It's a good opportunity to let Jie help deal with the curse on Hasebe's body. It's better to let the sorcerers handle the matters of the sorcery world."
"Ran and Minghu have also been sent to Jie by Kito Si. I thought we would have to look for Hasebe for a long time. It would be unsafe to leave the precious sword in an empty temporary residence, but I didn't expect to find it so quickly."
"I'm so tired. My legs hurt a little. Maybe I squatted for too long."
"Is Gojo's side almost finished? Ah, and there's also the debt owed in the form of spiritual power..."
"There are so many things going on recently. I really want to return to Honmaru as soon as possible..."
People who are extremely tired mentally are always prone to having thoughts of escape.
Just like he was making arrangements for his final affairs, the frail young master gave his ministers, who were armed with swords, a long-winded explanation of the next steps, and then left him alone.
At a remote corner of Beika Town, a white light flashed, and Tsurumaru Kuninaga took over the person who had fallen down and held him in his arms with heartache.
"Really? Don't put too much pressure on yourself..."
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