Tokyo Fall Guys beats up the supernatural

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To be more specific, it's the wavy pattern on the blade.

The appearance of the hamon depends on the way and structure of the covering soil. It is an extremely exquisite form of literature. A beautiful hamon can become the soul of a good sword, while a poor imitation can ruin a sword.

The Bizen school is skilled in almost all types of blade patterns, but now, driven by the Crown, the illusory forging does not require covering with soil or quenching. Therefore, the blade pattern only requires the swordsmith Osafune to have a thought.

After listening to what Whale Front had to say, the swordsmith Nagafune finally put down his sword.

The slightly rough hand transformed into a heavy hammer, smashing down on the red-hot, scorching steel.

"Oh!"

It was clearly a fleshy hand, clearly an illusory anvil, yet it seemed to transform into real steel, tightly clamping the molten curved blade between them, and sparks flew out at the moment of impact.

Before the sparks could even land on the carpet, they had already turned into dark, illusory steel fragments and vanished.

A clear mark appeared on the crimson blade, the two curved blades completely fused together by the punch.

A thin layer of gray impurities appeared on the red-hot iron block.

The swordsmith, Nagafune, lowered his hand again, waving his arm, a fine sheen of sweat appearing on his forehead.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The forging began, sparks flew, and the illusory anvil trembled with the swordsmith Longship's hammering. Endless flames refined the severely deformed scimitar, forcing out its impurities and transforming it into the most perfect blade blank.

Those watching from the sidelines could only marvel, while simultaneously filled with deep awe, suppressing all their amazement.

The swordsmith Longboat's left hand transformed into pincers, firmly gripping the hilt of the scimitar, while her right hand struck the scorching steel repeatedly, forging it into the shape she desired.

The two curved blades gradually became indistinguishable. The dust, blood, and oil that had once clung to them all turned into a thin layer of gray impurities. With each strike, they shattered into countless pieces, scattering onto the ground and stirring up a layer of dust on the carpet.

The two curved blades gradually merged into one, and as more and more impurities were removed, it revealed a slender and elegant blade shape.

This long sword is about 74 centimeters long, which is a bit long than a katana and falls into the category of a tachi... But its shape reminded the onlooker, Kujira-no-bo, of a very famous treasured sword.

That sword... bearing the name of the Osafune school, "Osafune," or rather, the Great Perfection of Wisdom Nagamitsu, a treasured sword that has been famous since the Muromachi period, was given the name Great Perfection because it was worth 600 kan at the time, and the Great Perfection of Wisdom Sutra had exactly 600 volumes.

Using this design to forge swords for the Kujira-no-bo is already the highest honor one can bestow upon a samurai.

At this moment, Jingqianfang didn't even dare to stand and watch. He silently knelt on the ground, placed his hands on his thighs, and quietly looked up at the swordsmith Nagafune in front of him.

Admittedly, in such an era, advocating the so-called samurai spirit will be met with scorn by many, and some will associate the so-called samurai spirit with the many disgusting and ugly things that their group has done in the past.

But Jingqianfang has nothing to do with those things; he is simply using this method to express his pursuit and respect.

Respect for the swordsmith Nagafune's efforts, and the pursuit of a thrilling battle with Mr. Ren, nothing more.

Sweat dripped down, iron slag flew everywhere, and the once cold and ruthless scimitar had now transformed into a beautifully curved, red-glowing embryo of a renowned sword.

Seemingly feeling that it was about time, the swordsmith Longboat slowly stopped.

By this time, her right hand was completely blackened, and her clenched fist was even covered with a thick layer of iron slag, which acted like a cage, binding her hand tightly.

She exerted a little force, letting out a muffled groan, and the iron slag in her hand shattered with a bang, revealing her still fair and white hand.

Lifting the steaming blade blank with his left hand, swordsmith Nagafune turned to look at Kujira-maebo and asked, "Give it a name, Kujira-maebo. This is your sword."

Jingqianfang immediately nodded and said in a deep voice, "Let's call it Jingqianfang, the one who cuts off the saddle and takes over the family."

“Slaying the saddle…” The swordsmith Nagafune smiled. “Isn’t that a story about Date Masamune? If you wanted to emulate him, why didn’t you say so earlier? I should have forged a sword for you according to the design of Kageshu.”

Legend has it that Date Masamune once wielded the famous sword "Kageshu" and cut down his opponent along with his saddle in battle, thus earning the sword its place in history.

The swordsmith, Nagafune, raised his left hand high, holding the scorching hot blade, and plunged it into the crown atop his head.

On the right side of the blade, a hissing sound was emitted, as if the steel was being gnawed away by an invisible creature, eventually revealing a few beautifully written characters.

"Zhan'an Jishi Jingqianfang"

Then, the swordsmith Nagafune swung his left hand and slashed down in the air.

As she slashed downwards, the blade in her hand changed. When her hand landed completely, the red light representing high temperature disappeared, and the entire blade cooled down to a point where it looked ready to be held directly.

The blade was as shiny as a mirror, reflecting the light in the room.

On the blade, there are thin, bluish-white lines, like a gently flowing stream.

It also resembled grayish-white blood flowing down the edge of a sharp blade.

I need to take a day off. I have too much to do. Please understand.

At the beginning of this month, an elder in my family passed away. First, there was a vigil, then the funeral, followed by several days of studying and exams... As a result, I still have a paper due on the 10th, and it's already the early morning of the 9th.

I've been busy until 4 a.m. for the past few nights, and I don't go to sleep until it's just getting light outside. You can probably tell from my update schedule. Then I wake up suddenly at 7 a.m., and at most I can take a short nap until 9 a.m. After that, I continue studying and catching up on my schedule... I'm starting to feel mentally exhausted.

One night, I couldn't stand it anymore at 8 pm and wanted to sleep for a little while, but I forgot to set an alarm. When I opened my eyes, it was already 11 pm. I hurriedly turned on my computer to start studying, doing practice problems, and then writing.

I'm really struggling to keep up with the perfect attendance this month. I just hope that if I reach 1.6 million words this month, I can get a decent recommendation and use the subscription money to save my life.

I also hope that if anyone wants to lend a helping hand, they can recommend this book to me. I'm really sorry for being so shameless in stopping updates.

To be shameless, if a silver treasure chest were to fall from the sky and help me convert my dead collection... well, let's not dream about it.

I'll update properly this month after I finish what I'm doing.

Thank you to all my friends for your company.

Chapter 350 Prologue

The last rays of the setting sun disappeared on the horizon.

The events that occurred on the streets during the day pushed the atmosphere of the entire city to its peak. The incident involving Tamamo-no-Mae, where hundreds of people gathered and caused a traffic jam for nearly an hour, is already a well-known fact.

The streets were buzzing with excitement, and in a world unseen by ordinary people, the entire city was also seething with undercurrents.

The monsters and evil spirits were restless, and the daytime battle clearly conveyed a message to them: the battle in Nikko City was no longer something they could interfere with.

Whether you choose to observe from the sidelines or eagerly participate, it's up to you. You've already seen the intensity of the battle. If anyone still thinks they can join in, then come on!

Those vengeful spirits that can harm people by possessing them, those evil spirits that can only win by ambushing humans, those monsters that can survive by disguising themselves as ordinary animals...

Even though they couldn't participate in the battle, they were restless. The tension of something big happening around them made it difficult for them to stay calm and detached.

Driven by a desire to find out what had happened, to see what the world had become, and to witness the outcome of the battle between those two powerful beings… whether out of curiosity or an instinct for exploration, they could no longer remain silent.

Ordinary people also did not remain silent.

On the bustling street, Lu Zizhen looked at her phone, hesitated for a moment, then pressed the send button to post the message she had already edited.

In the most heated discussion forum of the 【Paranormal Activity】 website, a post from the site administrator was pinned to the top.

Instantly, other posts discussing Nikko City were suppressed, and the posts that had exploded during the day because of Tamamo-no-Mae's appearance were suddenly ignored and left unanswered.

Because all registrants on the website know that when the site administrator starts speaking out, it's when they're closest to the truth of the matter.

But tonight's post is a little different.

It's not about revealing secrets, but more like seeking help and... activities.

[Request for Help] A truck that has sealed Tamamo-no-Mae is currently loitering in Nikko City. Please provide any clues you may have.

Clicking into the post, next to the completely black profile picture, there was a line of text written coldly.

"We are now issuing a request for assistance to the entire site to track the movements of this truck and the following individuals."

"Please do not contact him. This is different from all the previous incidents. You have seen what happened during the day. If you don't want to get involved and lose your life, please be careful."

"Of course, if you really feel that you want to know the truth on your own, I won't stop you."

"Whether you are an ordinary person or an exorcist on this website, please open your eyes wide and watch what happens tonight."

Below these words, there is a description of the truck, as well as a description of the appearance of several people, who are the exorcists that Lu Zizhen had seen before.

At the end of the first post, there was another sentence.

Please feel free to share the information you've gathered here, and search freely throughout Nikko City.

Seek, and finally, witness the thing you have longed for.

"The exorcists of the new era will slay the mythical monsters tonight."

This one sentence alone is enough to stir one's heart and get one's blood pumping.

Just as an invisible storm enveloped the city, the howling wind whispered in everyone's ears: "Come and witness an unimaginable wonder."

The peaceful life of the past has vanished, the existence of monsters has been exposed to everyone, mythology has become reality, and modern people have nailed it to the darkness.

Even if one cannot participate in person, witnessing it from afar is enough to move one deeply.

Lu Zizhen's post was like throwing a handful of kindling into an already burning campfire.

Since it is thin firewood, it is easier to ignite.

Within just a few minutes, the information below the post was constantly being refreshed.

Because the website severely punishes those who spread false information, and may even expose their personal information, those with speaking privileges on the website are currently users who have provided truthful information in the past or have no bad records.

The information about these people was vast and complex, but Lu Zizhen still tried her best to filter it.

And so a new wave swept through the streets.

………………

Lin Tianfeng took a drag of his cigarette, stood in the designated smoking area on the street, reached for the cigarette trash can next to him, and shook off the ash.

It was already evening, and they had about ten minutes left before they were to leave Sunlight City. The people who were going to attack the barrier node had already set off. All they had to do now was wait for the barrier to be torn open, and then slip out in the chaos.

If we can bring Tamamo-no-Mae back to Tokyo, then everything will be over.

Just then, Hayashida Fengsaku suddenly noticed someone's gaze.

He turned his head in confusion and found that the person looking at him was a middle-aged man who was also in the smoking area. The man was wearing a suit and carrying a briefcase. He looked like an inconspicuous company employee.

Noticing Lin Tianfeng's gaze, the middle-aged man quickly looked away, took a drag of his cigarette, and lowered his head to type something on his phone.

Lin Tianfeng didn't pay much attention. He could tell that the guy in front of him was just an ordinary person. His gaze just now was probably just instinctive curiosity. After all, there were only the two of them in the smoking area. Where else could he look if he didn't look at him?

Lin Tianfeng continued smoking, then exhaled a puff of white breath, it was hard to tell whether it was mostly smoke or breath produced by the cold.

The cold nights of deep winter are unsettling.

The man next to me was still typing on his phone, the cigarette in his hand almost burned out, the long butt hanging from it, trembling precariously as he typed.

"It's about to fall off," Lin Tianfeng said abruptly.

"Huh?" Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man suddenly raised his head, and for some reason, there was a hint of fear in his eyes as he looked at Lin Tianfeng.

What a coward… Lin Tianfeng thought to himself, and waved his hand: “I’m telling you, your cigarette is going to fall, uncle.”

The middle-aged man then noticed that his cigarette was almost finished. He quickly reached out and shook it next to the trash can, knocking the long cigarette butt into the bin. At the same time, he forced an embarrassed smile and looked at Lin Tianfeng, saying, "Ah, thank you."

Lin Tianfeng nodded in acknowledgment, looked away, and showed no intention of continuing the conversation.

That's why he didn't notice that the middle-aged man secretly raised his phone and secretly recorded a video for less than five seconds.

Most cameras in Japan don't allow you to turn off the camera sound, but video recording is a different story.

Then, the middle-aged man clumsily manipulated his phone, extracted a frame from the video, and sent it out.

The war began when an ordinary passerby raised his phone.

Chapter 351 Going to war

After finishing his cigarette, Lin Tianfeng let out a long, satisfying breath, stretched his limbs, and left the smoking area.

Now, they have completely disappeared from the sight of the exorcists in Nikko City. When their own people attack the barrier, those people will start to panic. The destruction of the barrier is just a feint. By then, Hayashida Mineki will probably be sitting in his car, swaggering towards Tokyo.

Lin Tianfeng blended into the crowd and headed towards the parking lot.

But during this journey, Lin Tianfeng noticed something amiss.

A slight... feeling of being watched.

Hayashida Mineko has dealt with evil spirits before. As an exorcist secretly supported by the government, he has performed exorcisms for several important government figures and has also faced incidents such as being besieged by evil spirits or surrounded by vengeful spirits.

But this kind of spying is different; it's a kind of spying from ordinary people that doesn't detect hostility.

He stopped and looked around.

The streets were noisy, with groups of two or three people coming and going. Almost everyone was discussing the strange things that had happened during the day, and many more were hurrying home.

The chaotic crowd couldn't detect anything amiss. Lin Tianfeng frowned slightly, but there was nothing he could do.

He could only keep his head down and continue forward, while remaining vigilant.

………………

"I think I've found the person the stationmaster needs."