Zongman I fight weirdness in everyday world

"Hey, where do you live? How am I supposed to get you home?"

Yukinoshita, however, didn't reply. She rummaged through her bag for a while, her slender, pale fingers eventually picking out a hotel room key card, which she waved in front of him.

"Hiss…"

As Yozora took the key card, an ominous premonition crept into his heart.

How did this plot development feel so familiar?

Could it be? Is it possible? Could it perhaps be?

…

After escorting Yukinoshita into the hotel room, Yozora took a look around.

Hmm, not bad. A very exquisite suite, indeed making my two heads spin.

However…

Yozora glanced down at Yukinoshita, who was completely out of it.

He didn't have a thing for picking up corpses.

He helped Yukinoshita to the edge of the bed, then, with a direct and crude motion, tossed her straight onto it.

As for washing her face, taking off her shoes, or covering her with a blanket?

Bullshit, buddy.

Being able to bring her back was already doing his utmost.

Just as Yozora was about to turn around and leave, Yukinoshita, who had seemed completely unconscious from the alcohol, suddenly propped herself up.

Immediately afterward, she made a shocking move.

Yukinoshita wrapped her two pale arms around Yozora's neck, her eyes filled with a drunken haze. Her lips gently touched his ear, and in a captivating yet somewhat awkward tone, she softly spoke.

"Tonight… could you stay with me a little longer?"

Yozora frowned slightly, thinking about how he had originally planned to go to the long-neglected Reverse Side tonight to devour evil spirits.

This was truly a dilemma…

No, not really.

The Reverse Side could be visited anytime.

In this kind of situation, how could he possibly back down?

Yozora immediately took the initiative, pressing Yukinoshita down onto the soft bed.

Yukinoshita smiled, crossed her long, beautiful legs, and kicked off her shoes.

Then, her legs clad in fitted suit trousers gently rubbed against Yozora's side. She stuck out her pink tongue and licked Yozora's face like a cat, whispering unreservedly.

"Turn off the lights."

As the switch was flicked, the hotel room was plunged into darkness.

Only the hazy moonlight illuminated the two figures intertwined together.

Yukinoshita gently bit her pink lower lip, letting out a suppressed moan of pain.

…

A night of physical skill training.

Calling it physical skill training wasn't an exaggeration at all.

This kind of exercise tested not only physical strength but also explosive power and mental stability.

When Yukinoshita woke up from her sleep, the first thing she saw was a sliver of sunlight shining through the gap in the curtains.

And, illuminated by the sunlight, Yozora sitting in a chair, watching the news broadcast on TV.

The alcohol from last night had slowed Yukinoshita's reaction time by half a beat.

It wasn't until a few seconds later that she realized her current situation.

Her heart stopped.

Seeing that Yozora didn't seem to notice her, Yukinoshita quickly closed her eyes, pretending to still be asleep.

She felt extremely tired.

Yukinoshita knew very well what had happened after Yozora brought her back to the room last night.

What drunkenly messing around and waking up with amnesia were all just excuses.

If she had really drunk to the point of losing her memory, there was no way she would have had the energy to do that kind of thing.

Yukinoshita clearly remembered every detail.

She even remembered exactly which positions they had used.

It seemed…

They had used quite a few.

Yukinoshita's pretty face flushed red with embarrassment, and she tried to maintain even breathing, pretending to still be in a dream, but her brain was constantly spinning.

What to do?

Yukinoshita wasn't the kind of shy and coy girl.

What was done was done, and she had even been the one to initiate it, so she didn't feel regret.

It's just that next… how should she face him?

The news broadcast on TV entered Yukinoshita's ears.

"Regarding yesterday's intrusion into the Kyoto Municipal Museum, the Metropolitan Police Department officially issued a notice this morning confirming that none of the exhibits in the museum, including the famous sword Onimaru Kunitsuna, were damaged or lost."

"This is a stroke of luck amidst misfortune, once again demonstrating to the citizens the rapid response capabilities and calm composure of the Kyoto Metropolitan Police Department, as well as the on-site commander-in-chief, Yagami Souichirou, in the face of sudden criminal incidents."

…

At the same time, inside the Metropolitan Police Department.

Watching the broadcast content on TV, Yagami Souichirou, who hadn't slept all night, looked tired and conflicted.

Just as "Mask" had said.

In the official report, Onimaru Kunitsuna was not stolen.

Yagami Souichirou didn't know whether he should do this or not, but he had no other choice.

The person in charge of the Kyoto Municipal Museum, when he arrived at the scene and saw the empty vault, his face instantly changed.

With many years of criminal investigation experience, Yagami Souichirou could naturally see that.

"Mask" had indeed taken the genuine Onimaru Kunitsuna.

The person in charge of the Kyoto Municipal Museum, even though they were wary of their Metropolitan Police Department, still ended up losing this world-class famous sword.

However, what happened next was completely unexpected by Yagami Souichirou.

The museum's person in charge, the Metropolitan Police Department's superiors, and even the high-level officials of Kyoto City, although they didn't say it explicitly, all expressed the same kind of implication.

"Onimaru Kunitsuna has no actual value. It is only a souvenir that embodies the spirit. If the real thing is gone, then the flawless replica placed in the display case is the real thing."

Yagami Souichirou thought of these words, as well as the five-word instruction given to him by his superiors.

"Think of the bigger picture."

He had no choice but to play dumb.

At the same time, Yagami Souichirou also felt a sense of relief in his heart.

He felt that his decision to assist "Mask" when facing him might have been the right one.

Onimaru Kunitsuna had chosen him as its master.

Perhaps only in his hands could this world-class famous sword unleash its true value.

Instead of becoming some so-called spiritual sustenance, an ordinary cold weapon that could be replaced at any time.

Yagami Souichirou was thinking about Onimaru Kunitsuna.

But deep down, he also knew.

His situation was the same.

…

It wasn't just Kyoto City that saw this news report.

In Ukiyo-e Town, among a row of quaint wooden houses.

"Hoo…"

An old man with a withered and small body looked at the broadcast content on TV and took a sip from a steaming teacup.

His body was no different from a normal human.

However, the back of his head was extremely long, making him look somewhat comical.

This old man's name was Nurarihyon (from Nura: Rise of the Yokai Clan).

Don't let his appearance fool you, he was the leader of the Yokai.

The head of all Yokai recorded in the Hyakki Yagyō stories, the Nurarihyon, was him.

Although he was a Yokai, Nurarihyon had realized hundreds of years ago.

With the development and progress of humans, there would be no place for Yokai in the world to come.

To this end, he founded the Nura Clan, with the aim of concentrating the power of the Yokai to protect the continuation of the Yokai race.

"Kyoto…"

Standing behind Nurarihyon was a tall man with half of his long hair covering his face, making him look somewhat terrifying.

The man respectfully asked.

"What should we do?"

Nurarihyon looked at the news report on TV, and a few traces of worry flashed across his old face.

"To take such a big risk to steal Onimaru Kunitsuna, they are either money-grubbing madmen, or exorcists who know the value of this sword."

"Since the Metropolitan Police Department's report didn't say that they had killed or arrested the perpetrator, it proves that it's the second one."

"I guess Onimaru Kunitsuna has already been stolen, it's just that Kyoto is hiding it."

Nurarihyon was, after all, a great Yokai who had lived for hundreds of years, and he could almost guess the truth of the matter with just a few words from the news report.

It's just that he was very puzzled.

In this day and age, there was actually such a powerful exorcist who even the Metropolitan Police Department's heavy encirclement couldn't stop?

"Gyuuki."

"Yes."

Nurarihyon stood up, and a sharp light that was completely incompatible with his old appearance flashed in his eyes.

"Gather the manpower, prepare to set off for Kyoto."

"Yes, leader."

Gyuuki didn't ask any more questions.

He had absolute loyalty to Nurarihyon, the head of the Yokai who founded the Nura Clan.

Exorcist?

Hundreds of years ago, in the era when Yokai roamed rampant, Nurarihyon was able to carve out a bloody path with his own strength, integrate the Yokai, and create the Nura Clan.

Although now it had reached an era where Yokai needed to hide, correspondingly, capable exorcists had also become increasingly rare.

The leader cannot lose.

…

And at this time, inside the hotel room.

Yukinoshita, had finally prepared herself mentally.