Chapter 685
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Chapter 685: Xinzhaibiao
In the end, Yuzuriha decided to follow Kazamatsuri Takuya back to Tokyo.
Before leaving, Yuzuriha specifically invited Lin Qiye and Amamiya Haruki to return with her, but Lin Qiye still needed to repair the “Zhanbai,” so he naturally did not leave with her, and Amamiya Haruki was in the same situation.
Although Lin Qiye felt a bit worried about letting Yuzuriha go to Tokyo alone, he remembered that she was now the master of the “Chizuru” sword and had Grandma Tsuru by her side, which was enough to handle most situations, so he felt relieved.
Early the next morning, the Kazamatsuri family’s convoy arrived again at the Black Kill Group’s building.
Yuzuriha put on her old black sakura kimono again, tying her hair up with a light pink sakura hairpin. With the snow-white “Chizuru” at her waist, she stood before the Kazamatsuri family and deeply bowed to Lin Qiye and the others.
Lin Qiye looked behind her at the Kazamatsuri family members who followed suit in bowing, and he couldn’t help but feel a bit emotional.
The once weak girl hiding in a Yokohama shipping container had now transformed into a strong individual capable of standing on her own. She had always been smart; what she lacked was merely some honing and experience.
“Brother Qiye, when you finish your business, you must come to Tokyo to find me!”
Yuzuriha waved her hand reluctantly at Lin Qiye, turned, and got into the back seat of the car. Kazamatsuri Takuya helped her close the door and then entered from the other side.
Dozens of cars started simultaneously, and amidst the humming of engines, they gradually disappeared from everyone’s sight.
Once the members of the Black Kill Group dispersed, Shen Qingzhu walked up to Lin Qiye and asked, “What are your plans next?”
Lin Qiye glanced at Amamiya Haruki beside him and said to Shen Qingzhu, “I need to find someone to repair my sword; I might have to go on a long trip. Do you want to come with me?”
Shen Qingzhu hesitated for a moment and shook her head. “The Black Kill Group still needs me to hold down the fort, and I’ve already instructed them to look for people across the Kansai region based on the images. If there’s any news, I can contact them quickly.”
Lin Qiye didn’t press the issue; after all, Shen Qingzhu’s position as the group leader was indeed very useful. If they recklessly gave that up, it would be a loss for them.
“Have you kept your phone safe? If you find out about anyone else, remember to call me.”
Lin Qiye took out an old flip phone from his pocket and waved it at Shen Qingzhu.
This phone was obtained by Yuzuriha from the Kazamatsuri family; both the phone itself and the SIM card belonged to someone else. Moreover, since it wasn’t a smartphone, it could evade the tracking of the Oracles and allow for remote communication.
“Mm.”
Lin Qiye and Amamiya Haruki left the Black Kill Group building, standing at the bottom of the stairs, looking at the city before them, and let out a long sigh.
“Where to next?” Lin Qiye turned to Amamiya Haruki.
“To Shinsaibashi.”
“The swordsmith is in Shinsaibashi?”
“No, I should be in Shinsaibashi.”
“…?”
Noticing Lin Qiye’s puzzled expression, Amamiya Haruki patiently explained, “We agreed earlier that you would go to the fishing boat teahouse in Dotonbori, Osaka, and place a 50-yen coin in the bonsai on the left side as you enter. Only then will I appear.”
Lin Qiye opened his mouth in confusion, “But… aren’t you right next to me now? Why do I still have to go to Shinsaibashi to find you?”
“This is an exception,” Amamiya Haruki said seriously. “If it weren’t for the fact that I happened to go to that host club and became a host with you, we shouldn’t have met here… I hope you can forget that I was a host… Of course, I will also forget that you were a host.”
“…”
Lin Qiye looked at him strangely, feeling an odd sense of déjà vu as if he was hearing, “Let’s break up and pretend nothing happened before; you can pursue me again,” from Amamiya Haruki…
It seemed that Amamiya Haruki was trying very hard to cover up that dark history of being a host…
Lin Qiye’s expression became subtle.
“Alright then, let’s go to Shinsaibashi first.”
…
Half an hour later.
The two arrived at Shinsaibashi by car. As soon as Amamiya Haruki got out, he left on his own, saying he needed to prepare.
While Lin Qiye internally complained, he followed the agreement and placed a 50-yen coin in the bonsai at the fishing boat teahouse, then sat down to wait.
A few minutes later, a handsome young man dressed in a black kimono and wooden sandals walked in confidently, his calm gaze sweeping over the teahouse before he sat down slowly across from Lin Qiye.
“You are two days late compared to the agreed time,” he said calmly.
Lin Qiye’s lips curled slightly, and he raised his voice a bit, “I sincerely apologize, Mr. Amamiya ‘Rising Star of the Host World’ Haruki, from the Black Wutong Club in Dotonbori, Osaka.”
Amamiya Haruki: …
His lips twitched violently as he grabbed Lin Qiye’s wrist and lowered his voice, “What are you talking about? Come on, let’s go outside!”
Amamiya Haruki pulled him out, under the strange gazes of many guests.
“Weren’t we supposed to not mention this?”
“Amamiya,” Lin Qiye said leisurely, “One should never forget their roots. After all, we made quite a bit of money at Black Wutong; how can you not even acknowledge your own identity?”
“You…” Amamiya Haruki took a deep breath. “Fine, just wait. One day, when I get the chance, I will expose your past as a host in front of others.”
“You do as you wish.”
Amamiya Haruki snorted coldly and pulled out an ancient red token from his pocket, tossing it to Lin Qiye.
“What is this?”
“A token to find the swordsmith. Without this, you won’t even find his doorstep.”
Lin Qiye held the token in his palm, examining it for a moment before realizing, “So, you came back just to get this?”
“Otherwise, do you really think I would be so bored?” Amamiya Haruki shot him a glance. “I couldn’t take such an important thing with me while being a host, so I kept it here.”
“It seems I misunderstood you.”
Lin Qiye put the token away. “So, where exactly is the swordsmith?”
“In Hokkaido.” Amamiya Haruki paused before continuing, “I heard that things have been a bit unsettled in Hokkaido recently.”
“Unsettled?”
Lin Qiye was taken aback for a moment, then the corners of his mouth slightly lifted as he patted the “black rope” at his waist and slowly said, “What I like most is an unsettled place…”
