Chapter 57 Birthday
In the last moment, Inukinjiro's life is played back like a reflection. He came out of the countryside to work as a laborer, met the simple and kind-hearted Yamamoto Chizuru, and then became a gangster. He fell in love with Yamamoto Chizuru. After witnessing the terrible indifference of the Buddha Mother to Yamamoto Chizuru, he pursued his current wife and broke up with her, and finally lived a childless life.

No, it should be said that he once had a daughter, Chizuru Yamamoto, who was born to him. Unfortunately, she died at the age of one. This was a punishment for Chizuru Yamamoto for escaping from the Buddha Mother as a shrine maiden. It was also the rift between him and Chizuru Yamamoto that could never be healed in their lifetime.

When the slit-mouthed woman saw her target fall to the ground dead, she turned around and left without noticing the hateful gaze staring at her on the screen of her mobile phone, or rather, she noticed it but didn't care.

In the mountains of Gunma Prefecture, at the Takayama Shrine dedicated to the Mother Buddha, Chizuru Yamamoto tightly grasped her cell phone, and for the first time a ferocious look appeared on her old face.

Yes, they were both close to 80 years old, so what was there to be unhappy about? But she just couldn't let it go. She let it go on the day her daughter died, and she also let it go on the day Inugami Jiro got married, so she returned to Takayama Shrine.

Now all her parents and relatives have left her. In the Takayama Shrine, she is just an old witch. Although she has done good deeds all her life, the villagers still fear and stay away from her. She is just a lonely person in Takayama Village, and now even her only concern is dead.

Yamamoto Chizuru's eyes were dull as she stumbled into the worship hall, where she saw the Buddha Mother being worshipped as a stone statue with a black headscarf covering her face. She stretched out her trembling hands and slowly lifted the headscarf of the stone statue, muttering to herself.

"Buddha Mother, I am very unwilling to accept this. Why do I do good deeds all my life, but in the end I can only live alone in this world? Please help me, Buddha Mother, please help me, Buddha Mother, for the sake of my lifelong worship of you."

Heart-wrenching sounds gradually filled the hall. Yamamoto Chizuru completely forgot that she had done very cruel things several times to help the dog Kinjiro. Karma and resentment had long been entangled with her, and she was confused by the situation.

On top of Dragon Mountain, in the main hall of the shrine.

Fujiwara Shinie rubbed her eyes with the toy. She was already feeling sleepy and wanted to sleep, but she was reluctant to eat the huge cake in front of her and wanted to sleep after that. She finally asked out loud under the stimulation of her saliva.

"Mom and sister, how long do we have to wait for Dad and Uncle? Xinhui really wants to eat the cake before going to bed."

Fujiwara Shinie remembered that her mother had told her that she could not call him dad for the time being, so she was very obedient.

As the host of the birthday party, Nagasawa Huangquan was in a bad mood. She gritted her teeth and didn't want to wait any longer from 8 to 10 o'clock. If the man still remembered her birthday, he should have come back earlier. But she didn't know what to do since she couldn't get through on the phone.

"Iori-chan, Nozomi, Arata-chan, let's eat first, don't leave any for him."

Hojo Nozomi pulled her good friend. She was obviously looking forward to meeting Nagasawa Yomi today, but she didn't expect to return home disappointed. As best friends, they began to blame the man whose name they had only heard of.

Seeing this, Fujiwara Iori had no choice but to take out the cutlery. She knew very well that Nagayama Yuzuru was busy with something very dangerous, but she had already told him not to tell anyone.

There was no laughter throughout the whole process, except for Fujiwara Shinie who was eating happily with big mouthfuls, and her two sisters saved the strawberry flavor for her.

Just as they had been eating for a while, the door opened. Nagasawa Yomi and Fujiwara Iori immediately stood up and looked over, and saw the man who had always been blamed, Nagayama Yuzuru.

The man was in ragged clothes, with many wounds all over his body, and he looked very miserable. He was carrying a bag of things on his back. Such a miserable state made Fujiwara Iori walk back to the room in a panic and search for medical supplies, while Nagasawa Yomi walked to the door and asked worriedly.

"What's wrong with you? Do you want us to go to the hospital first?"

Yuzuru Nagayama rubbed the other person's hair. The yellow-haired girl's hair was still so good.

"Don't worry about a minor injury. Why don't you guess what gift I have prepared for you?"

When he heard the word "gift", Nagasawa Huangquan's eyes instantly turned red. Even in this state, he was still thinking about preparing a gift for her. He clearly said two days ago that he would not send a gift. Could it be that he did this just to find a gift for her?

Although her heart softened instantly, she was too stubborn to express it, so she replied proudly.

"I'm not expecting it at all, but thank you for the gift anyway."

Yuzuru Nagayama didn't care about the sudden increase in his tsundere nature, and took out the Muramasa demon sword from behind and put it in the other party's hand. Since they were both Prajna, Nagasawa Yomi could probably use it with ease.

"School is starting tomorrow, and you can use it." Nagasawa Yomi held the samurai sword and stayed where he was. The haze in his heart was finally gone. It turned out that he was helping me prepare an expensive birthday gift, and it was an obviously extraordinary samurai sword.

Seeing that the other person was in a daze and motionless, Yuzuru Nagayama pinched his forehead.

"Don't stand there. It turns out you haven't finished eating the cake. I'm also very hungry."

After coming back to his senses, Nagasawa Huangquan turned around again proudly, not wanting the other person to see the moisture in his eyes.

"Humph, it's because you came back so late that we had to wait for you."

"Yes, it's all my fault."

Yuzuru Nagayama took Nagasawa Yomi's hand and returned to the table. Shinie, who had eaten and fell asleep, and a strange cute girl caught his attention because they kept looking at them curiously. Is this the Yomi's best friend that Iori mentioned?

"Who is this?"

Hojo Nozomi suddenly jumped up, went to Nagayama Yuzuru's free side, hugged his arm, and asked with shining eyes.

"Hey, nice to meet you, Mr. Nagayama Yuzuru. I'm Yomi's best friend, Nozomi Hojo. I'd like to ask you how you managed to make my Yomi so obedient."

Yuzuru Nagayama answered the question irrelevantly.

"Why should I tell you, or do you want to try it?"

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Hojo Nozomi didn't know how to answer. As Huang Quan said, his personality was very bad. Who would talk to a stranger like this? She was just curious about the gossip between the two.

Seeing this, Nagasawa Huangquan's face turned red and she quickly covered her best friend's mouth. She knew that Hojo Nozomi loved to ask about gossip, and the words "obedient" made her sound like she was being subdued.

The suppressed busybodies finally calmed down. Yuzuru Nagayama first picked up the sleeping Fujiwara Shinie and carried her back to her room. The little girl was mumbling in her sleep with cake in her mouth.

"Xinhui can't eat anymore, but Xinhui still wants to eat."

This is what happens when the stomach can't hold it, but the brain still wants to eat. Be careful not to overeat and become a fat girl. Yuzuru Nagayama shook his head, carefully wiped Fujiwara Shinie's mouth and covered her with a quilt before leaving. He just happened to meet Fujiwara Iori who came back with medicinal wine.

The wife was helping to clean the wound while complaining that she shouldn't take any risks. Yuzuru Nagayama agreed without thinking, and it felt good to be cared for.

Seeing the atmosphere quickly improving, Hojo Nozomi suddenly wanted to pick up the demon sword and try it out, but when he reached out to touch it, he was suddenly frightened away by an ominous chill and asked with lingering fear.

"This knife is too cold. It feels almost like ice."

Nagasawa Huangquan picked up Muramasa curiously and examined him, but he didn't have the coldness that the other party said.

Yuzuru Nagayama explained calmly while eating his cake.

"Because this samurai sword is the demon sword Muramasa, strictly speaking, it is the third generation Muramasa, forged with the demon bone of Laughing Prajna. Of course, people who are not qualified to own it will feel cold."

"The Demon Sword Muramasa???"

(End of this chapter)