Tokyo Fall Guys beats up the supernatural

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"However, even so, I have completed my mission, sir, and brought the sword back." He raised his hand and patted the long sword at his waist, his expression becoming smug and proud. "But I wonder how Zatoichi-san ended up losing even his sword?"

"My lady, she loves her own creations the most. As her samurai, she's lost her sword, tsk tsk tsk..."

Izu Morihisa mocked him relentlessly, while Zatoichi merely smirked coldly and remained silent.

He gently opened his eyes a little, and beneath his eyelids, his originally gray eyes seemed to have changed color, with a fierce and sharp light bursting forth from them.

"Hey, hey, Zatoichi-san, I was wrong, I was wrong, okay?" Izumori Muneharu quickly raised his hand to beg for mercy, his old face full of flattery and humility.

"Although I lost my sword, I gained much more information than you could have obtained by killing an ordinary evil spirit."

Zatoichi snorted dismissively, lifted his foot and walked forward, ignoring Izu no Kami Muneharu.

Behind him, Izu no Kami Muneharu placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, lingering there for a long time before finally letting go.

He simply made a soft "tsk" sound, and Zatoichi, with his keen hearing, smiled slightly upon hearing it.

At this moment, the only people remaining in the parking lot were those belonging to Kashima Yoichizo. Among them were evil spirits, exorcists, and even vengeful spirits. They all had different appearances and seemed to have many stories to tell, but they all had one thing in common: they all possessed weapons made by Kashima Yoichizo.

The man in the black trench coat who fought with Ryūko Sada in Nikko City is also here.

Some people who knew each other were chatting, but most others adopted a self-reliant attitude, crossing their arms and remaining silent, quietly waiting for something.

Soon, a man in a suit and tie with a stern face walked out from the stone path next to the parking lot. After arriving at the parking lot, he looked at the group of people, bowed slightly and said, "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. You can now enter the Divine Palace area. Please follow me."

After saying that, he didn't wait for anyone else to react and led the way along the stone path.

Faced with the indifference of the man in the suit, these people who belonged to Kashima Yoshizo had become accustomed to it. At this moment, regardless of who was in front or behind, they all started to move and slowly followed the man in the suit forward.

A group of people killed

People who were still angry walked together, creating an inexplicable aura. A chilling atmosphere spread through the crowd, and even the seemingly frail old men exuded a sharp edge.

They walked along the stone path to the huge torii gate, the scarlet torii gate seeming like a gate separating the human world from another. In front of the torii gate was a bustling commercial street, while behind the torii gate was an ancient stone avenue. The road was cold and dark, and the large trees on both sides cut the winter sunlight into fragmented spots of light, which fell on the ground as if the earth had patterns.

Zatoichi continued along the road, the hustle and bustle of the world gradually fading away behind him.

Along the road in front of Kashima Shrine, there are many functional areas, such as Kumano-sha, Shuji-sha, Tsuto-do-sha, and Temizu-sha. In the past, this place was bustling with tourists, but now there is not a single person to be seen, and even the people who used to be responsible for receiving visitors here are nowhere to be found.

Ahead, passing through the ancient, archway-like gate, you arrive at the sacred cedar tree, so large that it takes several people to encircle it. Opposite the sacred cedar tree is the Kashima Shrine Office, which is where matters concerning tourists are handled and is the main area for visiting Kashima Shrine.

Zatoichi and his companions did not stop, but continued forward, along the quiet road, heading towards a place far removed from the world.

After passing through Okushin-do and Atsuta-sha, finally, at the bend of the stone road, a narrower road appeared.

Unlike the large slabs of bluestone on the Olympic Road, this road is paved with gravel and looks inconspicuous. It can only accommodate two people side by side. In the distance, a building can be vaguely seen.

The inner shrine of Kashima Shrine.

Behind the Okumiya Shrine lies a true shrine rarely visited by ordinary people, a place dedicated to Takemikazuchi.

"Tap! Tap! Tap!"

The sound of hammering could be heard in the air.

The moment everyone stepped off the Osama Path and onto the side path, they had already entered the barrier.

Not far ahead, at the Oku Palace, people were already waiting.

It was a middle-aged woman. Although it was already the dead of winter, she was wearing a thin T-shirt. She was covered in sweat, which dripped down her neck and soaked her clothes.

She held a small hammer and kept striking the anvil in front of her, but strangely, there was nothing on the anvil.

It was as if... she was hammering the anvil itself.

Chapter 298 The Bladesmith’s Long Ship

"Tap! Tap! Tap!"

The sound of hammers striking anvils was incessant, but Zatoichi and the others who belonged to Kashima Inzo showed no impatience. They simply stood quietly in front of the Okumiya Palace, looking at the woman on the steps with respect.

This woman, though human, is the most important person to Kashima Inzo right now.

Aside from that elusive leader, she is the most powerful person in charge of Kashima Inzo.

Finally, her forging seemed to be coming to an end. She casually threw down the hammer and let out a long breath.

As she exhaled, a golden crown quietly appeared above her head.

The crown was ethereal and elusive, as if it did not exist in this world, but upon closer inspection, one could see what was engraved on it.

It was a pattern of people wielding hammers and forging objects.

She slowly extended her right hand and stroked the anvil.

"Hiss, hiss..."

Where her palm touched the anvil, a boiling sound, like steel being quenched, was emitted, but there was only sound, and no other changes were visible.

Then, she closed her hands on the anvil, as if grasping something with the tips of her five fingers.

Her hand slowly rose.

In her hand, a knife without a handle appeared at the end, which was the end of the blade.

Continue raising your hand until the entire knife is removed from the anvil.

This unfinished blade has already undergone a series of processes such as quenching and sharpening, and even the end that will be installed in the handle is shiny.

The woman flicked her wrist slightly, causing the blade to spin. A blindingly cold light shone from the surface. One glance was enough to tell that this was a masterpiece among masterpieces, a rare treasure that no swordsman or master could ever obtain.

The woman seemed dissatisfied. Looking at the knife in her hand, she shook her head slightly and tossed it away casually.

The blade spun several times in the air, leaving behind streaks of shimmering crescent moon light as it spun, before piercing the ground in front of Zatoichi with a "whoosh!"

Zatoichi frowned slightly.

"Zatoichi-san, didn't you lose your sword? Here, take this one." The middle-aged woman waved her hand, seemingly unconcerned.

Zatoichi didn't even dare to show a hint of joy, feeling as if he were being pricked by thorns, with sharp gazes from behind making it difficult for him to defend himself.

The golden crown on her head slowly dissipated.

At that moment, a man in a suit stepped forward from the bottom of the steps, took out a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket, and handed it to the middle-aged woman.

The woman took the cigarette, pulled one out, and put it in her mouth. The man in the suit then respectfully took out a lighter and lit it for her.

"Hiss..." The woman took a drag of her cigarette and said, "Zatoichi-san, the things and information you brought back this time are very useful."

"After that, find someone to attach a hilt to this knife for you. You don't like tsuba, right? You can have it customized however you like."

"Thank you, Lord Osafune." Zatoichi quickly bowed.

The woman known as Longship smiled slightly and waved again.

Steps

The man in the black suit stepped forward, opened the silver briefcase that Zatoichi had brought back, and held it up in front of the swordsmith Nagafune.

The swordsmith, Longship, took out a round stone ball. It was more like jade than stone, as the pure white sphere was free of any impurities and emitted a faint glow.

"So this is the god who blocked the gate to Yomotsu Hirasaka? Hah." The swordsmith Osafune seemed quite disdainful, leaning against the wooden fence beside him and weighing the stone ball in his hand.

"A god born from legends, is this all there is to him?" The swordsmith Nagasawa raised one eyebrow and looked at the hunched old man in the crowd: "No, I should say... Zatoichi-san is very powerful."

"You flatter me." Zatoichi bowed again. "I only did what I could."

"In short, you did very well this time." The swordsmith Nagafune gripped the stone ball tightly and continued, "The biggest gain from this trip to Tokyo is in your hands. Congratulations to all of you who have heard of this trial."

“Those enemies you have slain, their crowns belong to you, Kashima Yoshizo will not take them away.”

"And those who didn't pass the trial..." The swordsmith Longship looked at the crowd, his gaze sweeping over the faces of several people who looked timid, before finally letting out a cold laugh.

"This time, the leader is in a good mood, so she's letting you off the hook for now."

"But if there is a next time, you don't need to come back. Just run away and wait for Kashima Yoshizo to come and take your heads."

It was just a simple sentence spoken by an ordinary person, yet it sent chills down the spines of the evil spirits below.

They all knew that the swordsmith Osafune, an ordinary person, was able to become the second-in-command of Kashima Yoshizo not only because of his crown as a weapon forger.

"Alright, those of you who have completed the trial, come with me." The swordsmith Longship placed the stone ball in his hand into his briefcase, and the man in the suit quickly closed the briefcase.

She descended the steps, bypassed the palace in front of her, and walked along the path beside the palace into the depths of the dense forest.

Several men in suits carrying briefcases followed closely behind.

Zatoichi and the others followed.

The group walked along the path until they reached the inner palace. After passing a low, old torii gate, the ancient Takemikazuchi Shrine came into view.

The shrine in front of us is far too small compared to the entire Kashima Shrine. It is so small that it can probably only fit a single statue of a deity, and the offering box in front of the shrine can be lifted up by one person.

It looks rather shabby.

But even this shrine made Zatoichi feel incredibly oppressed. Ever since he arrived here and crossed the low torii gate, he felt mysterious gazes coming from all around him. Those gazes were as sharp as knives, making Zatoichi, who had keen senses, feel uneasy.

Although he knew there was no danger, his instincts told him that there was something in this shrine that he absolutely could not resist.

"Pfft...hahahahahaha..."

Just then, a melodious, silvery laugh broke the silence.

The laughter came from the shrine in front of them, accompanied by faint, strange noises, as if someone was watching television inside the shrine and laughing from the heart.

The voice clearly belonged to a young girl, but none of the evil spirits present dared to underestimate her.

"You can wait here," the swordsmith Osafune said, turning back to take the briefcase containing the remains of the rebellious god. He strode toward the shrine, stubbing out his cigarette as he did so.

She walked to the shrine, pushed open the door, and entered with utmost care and respect.

Zatoichi and the other evil spirits waited quietly outside the door, while the men in black suits stood ramrod straight, as silent as rows of sculptures.

Everyone knows that Kashima Yoshizo's current scale and power are all thanks to that lively yet somewhat unreliable girl in the shrine.

Chapter 299 Punishing the Man from the Underworld

Amidst the solemnity of the shrine, occasional bursts of chaotic noise could be heard.

The sounds seemed to be people fighting, mixed with unintelligible roars, which aroused doubt in listeners.

The swordsmith Nagafune walked through the shrine, past the Takemikazuchi statue which was now covered with a white cloth, and headed towards the shrine's rear hall.

In the back hall of the shrine, a girl dressed in sportswear was lying on the tatami mat with her back to the swordsmith Nagafune, looking very relaxed.

The phone screen in front of me emitted a faint glow.

The swordsmith stopped two meters behind her, not daring to approach.

Apart from the girl and the cell phone in her hand, there was nothing else in the entire back room. The rest of the back room was shrouded in an unreasonable darkness, a darkness that seemed to harbor endless beasts, and a needle-like pressure descended upon the swordsmith, Longship.

In the darkness, it seemed as if countless people were whispering, the rustling voices gradually drowning out the sound from the phone.

Suddenly, the swordsmith Longship felt as if she were bound by countless ropes, turned into a lamb to the slaughter, with eyes in the darkness searching her body, as if trying to see through her skin to her heart, to discern her good and evil, and to judge her soul.

Breathe

His abilities were gradually being taken away, and it felt as if his lungs were being squeezed tightly by countless large hands. The swordsmith, Osafune, felt that he had completely lost control of his body.

"Ah...okay, okay, stop rushing me."

Suddenly, the girl made a sound.

And so, in that instant, all the whispers vanished without a trace.

"Ha, ha..." The swordsmith, Longship, gasped for breath and bent over, feeling as if he would have suffocated to death if he had been a moment later.

The girl got up from the ground, a shy smile on her pretty and energetic face. She put her phone in her pocket and walked up to the swordsmith, Longboat.

"I'm sorry, Sister Longship, I was so engrossed in watching the video just now."

"No, it's nothing..." The swordsmith, Longship, patted his chest with lingering fear, handed the silver briefcase to the girl, and said, "Here, the mission is complete. This contains the core of the Dao Fan Great God."

The girl seemed very happy, and after taking it, she smiled and said, "I knew Zatoichi wouldn't let me down, after all, his movies are really good."

"The movie doesn't seem to have a direct relationship with how strong he is..." the swordsmith Longship said with an awkward laugh.

The girl turned around, sat back down in the center of the tatami mat, and placed her suitcase on the floor.

The swordsmith Longboat stepped forward and sat down cross-legged beside her.

She thought the girl was going to open the suitcase now, but to her surprise, the girl took out her phone again and started watching videos.

The swordsmith Longship frowned and asked curiously, "What are you looking at?"

"Ah...yes...hehe, this is something very interesting." The girl seemed to be very close to the swordsmith Osafune, and without hiding it, she handed the phone to Osafune: "Osafune-neechan, take a look too, it's really interesting."

The phone showed a video of a man in a suit and red helmet fighting a woman in a full-length dress. Their battle was devastating, leaving the ornately decorated corridor in ruins. Ordinary people around screamed and fled, while the person recording the video was panting heavily, too frightened to move by the surreal scene.