This Japanese Monogatari Isn't Lame
Chapter 84. Tokyo

Chapter 84: Chapter 84. Tokyo

There are many similar stories, but Beichuan Si didn’t know about them, and what followed also had nothing to do with Beichuan Si.

After all, there were many things currently laid out in front of Beichuan Si.

To enhance the minor skill branches of the spirit fires, if one purely used skill points, it would take 18 skill points to unlock a single skill; this exorbitant price hints at the formidable nature of the spirit fire skill branches.

And a single spirit fire could replace 10 skill points, hence showcasing its rarity.

Only medium-grade resentful spirits would leave behind a spirit fire, so one could imagine the difficulty in resolving the obsessions of such a spiritual body.

After careful consideration, Beichuan Si finally decided to activate the healing pathway within the spirit fire skill branch.

There were two reasons for choosing spirit fire healing.

First, now that Beichuan Si had acquired Jian Ding, there was no major lack of offensive means.

Even with an additional minor spirit fire skill, it would merely be gilding the lily, and it was impossible for him to confront medium-grade or higher-grade resentful spirits head on.

The second reason was because Beichuan Si indeed lacked some means of recovery.

Beichuan Si was still flesh and blood, and compared to those resentful spirits that needed to be attacked repeatedly to be defeated, if his own body was injured, it would greatly impair his ability to act. Having the ability to heal and eradicate resentful spirits would also increase the margin for error.

Only by staying alive could he output damage, and as a medical-related worker, Beichuan Si understood this better than anyone else.

Just as Beichuan Si had activated the healing branch, another system notification came through on the other side.

System Notification: Detection of the curse on Jian Ding weakening.

Upon hearing this system notification, Beichuan Si simply flicked his wrist, and Jian Ding leapt into his palm from an unknown place.

Nishijou Kurenai seemed a bit afraid of the blood-stained dagger in Beichuan Si’s hand, squeezing her small body against his face. Beichuan Si comforted her several times before she finally quieted down.

Once Nishijou Kurenai was settled, Beichuan Si then carefully examined the Jian Ding in his hand.

On its blade, a portion of the black bloodstain had fallen off.

That is to say, to fully restore Jian Ding to its original state, more resentful spirits must be destroyed, and only when the dark bloodstains were completely gone, would Jian Ding fully exhibit its greatest power.

Beichuan Si flipped his hand and stored Jian Ding within the cuff of his sleeve.

Under the Spiritual Dagger Technique, Jian Ding was as flexible as a living thing. No matter how exceptional one’s searching methods were, no one could figure out where he had hidden Jian Ding.

"However, there’s still one thing that needs to be done first...", Beichuan Si untied the handkerchief wrapped around his right arm, which was for stopping the bleeding, and a wisp of spirit fire emerged in his palm.

Those wisps and streams of spirit fire, which Beichuan Si usually found chilling, were now unexpectedly bringing a hint of warmth to him.

Spirit Fire Healing—

With a thought from Beichuan Si, the pitch-black spirit fire clung onto his right arm, and within a brief moment, the long gash on his arm healed, and upon closer inspection, Beichuan Si’s right arm had fully recovered as before.

Such a healing effect...

Beichuan Si was very satisfied.

Worthy of a minor skill branch that required 18 skill points, this effect made the heavy cost paid seem somewhat insignificant.

Beichuan Si stretched out his hand and lifted it slightly. Aside from some stiffness due to the handkerchief tied around it, obstructing blood flow, there were virtually no other issues with his right arm.

Sigh.

Beichuan Si let out a breath.

From now on, Xucha Ghost School would have no real supernatural existence besides its ghost stories.

I suppose this place will soon be visited by various spiritual adventurers, right?

However, Beichuan Si couldn’t care less about that. After resolving this incident, he was utterly exhausted and planned to head home quickly.

He first took out the clothes he had prepared earlier and changed into them, disposed of Sakurazaka Yuuki’s deformed corpse and the clothes he had taken off with the remaining spirit fire, and then completely dissolved the car parked outside Xucha High School using the remaining spirit fire.

With the power of spirit fire, disposing of the traces left by Sakurazaka Yuuki was easier than ever.

After taking care of the aftermath, Beichuan Si finally returned to the hotel for some rest.

...

The next day, Beichuan Si got up early to transfer trains and took the Shinkansen back to Tokyo.

Throughout the journey, Nishijou Kelian struggled to climb out from under the scarf, while the tiny doll’s face excitedly watched the scenery outside the window stretch on by.

Perhaps this was her first true long-distance travel, so Beichuan Si let her sit on the train table’s armrest to the left, allowing her to do as she pleased.

After all, as long as Nishijou Kelian’s movements weren’t too big and the train wasn’t too crowded, unless someone was extremely observant, they basically wouldn’t notice the small doll’s actions.

"Try to sleep a little," he said.

Beichuan Si shrank his neck, slipped his hands into his pockets, leaned his head back against the seat, and relaxed into a feigned doze.

He wondered how Hui Li was doing, whether she had really been turned into a social recluse by Shen Gu Mirai.

He also wondered how Kyubei High School was doing, whether the rumors were spreading more viciously.

Next, he would have to deal with Magong Tong’s matter; having delayed until now, the curse shouldn’t have intensified, should it?

There were still many things to deal with upon returning to Tokyo—

Beichuan Si suddenly opened his eyes and turned his head, a hint of cold sharpness flashing through his black pupils.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

In Beichuan Si’s line of sight, a girl about his age was reaching out towards Nishijou Kelian with a strange expression in her eyes.

As soon as the girl heard Beichuan Si’s voice, she subconsciously retracted her hand, her face showing embarrassment.

"I’m sorry... I just thought your doll was kind of cute and I couldn’t help myself..."

Cute?

Beichuan Si glanced at Nishijou Kelian.

Nishijou Kelian still had that fierce look, making one’s skin crawl and having absolutely nothing to do with the word ’cute.’

The little thing was even baring her teeth, seemingly very unhappy with the girl who wanted to touch her.

Beichuan Si said nothing, just calmly looked at the girl with his eyes.

His placid gaze seemed to question whether she genuinely found Nishijou Kelian cute.

"Uh..." The girl was choked up by Beichuan Si’s stare and couldn’t speak for a long time.

Beichuan Si stuffed Nishijou Kelian into his pocket, leaving only half of her head sticking out, and said in a cold voice,

"If it happens again, I will contact train security."

Seeing how quickly Beichuan Si retrieved the doll, the girl’s face reddened and she hurriedly said,

"Sir, although it might not be appropriate to say this, can I—"

"No. Kelian isn’t for sale," Beichuan Si continued coldly. "This conversation is over, miss."

With that, he didn’t care what the medium-haired girl said afterward and simply closed his eyes again, slipping back into a pretense of sleep.

After all, not striking someone who sneakily tried to take someone else’s belongings was already the greatest respect he could give them. The very idea of buying Nishijou Kelian was sheer fantasy.

Nishijou Kelian was family, and no matter what the other person’s intentions were, Beichuan Si would never consider selling her.

Beichuan Si slept for nearly an hour before opening his eyes as the train approached Tokyo.

The medium-haired girl had long since left unnoticed, but she had left a note in front of Beichuan Si with her name and contact information on it.

Beichuan Si didn’t even look at the note before throwing it into the trash bag, stood up, and felt a slight boost in spirits.

He had arrived in Tokyo.