I'm in Tokyo, caught in the clutches of the demon princess.

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"Just add a few more, we're having hot pot, why be so stingy with ourselves?"

Sato Shiro snatched the chopsticks back.

"You little rascal, you must have something to tell me. What is it this time?"

"I lack a suitable weapon."

Sato Shiro paused for a moment, then pulled out a demon sword from somewhere.

"Take it and use it."

Feng Zejian stared dumbfounded at the demon swordsman in front of him.

"Are you crazy, or am I crazy?"

Sato Shiro retrieved the demon sword.

"Then what do you mean?"

"I'm just asking you where I can get a decent weapon."

Sato Shiro scratched his head and nose, then looked at Kazesawa.

What level do you want?

Feng Zejian pondered for a moment.

"It's similar to the knife in your hand."

Sato Shiro's expression became subtle.

"Then I'll cut the purple jade for you."

Kazema looked at the demon sword in Sato Shiro's hand.

"You really have a nice name for your knife."

Sato Shiroya smiled with satisfaction. "Isn't that right?"

"These are your things. I don't have a penchant for taking things from others. Actually, it doesn't necessarily have to be of your caliber; any weapon that can be useful in future battles will suffice."

Sato Shiro lay back in his chair, staring at the ceiling, where a small hot pot was bubbling away, steam rising from it.

Feng Zejian picked up the chopsticks next to him and started eating again.

Sato Shiro didn't stop Kazesawa from being a little glutton.

Just like before, even though he has a family, he stares intently at his hot pot.

Even if there aren't many meatballs in it, it's mostly vegetables.

In Feng Zejian's eyes at that time, eating hot pot was never a matter for one person, but for one or several families.

Several families gathered around the hot pot. The adults chatted about adult matters, while the children in front of the hot pot were unusually quiet, their eyes fixed on the pot as they waited for it to bubble.

He then eagerly asked his parents.

"Can I eat this?"

Chapter 160 First Encounter with Feng Ze

The answer they always got was to wait a little longer, because it might not be cooked yet. The children would patiently wait, and once it was cooked, they would eagerly put it in their mouths, only to squeak and scream from the heat.

Then he was scolded by his parents.

Back then, scolding was always accompanied by the parents' smiling faces and gentle tone.

Sato Shiro vaguely remembered that he met Kazesawa on a drizzly day.

At that time, he was out searching for a group of mischievous kids who didn't go home because of the rain, and he found them in a park.

They were playing with the wind.

He didn't approach at first; Feng Zejian looked to be four or five years older than these kids.

If they can get along well, it's either because the kids have problems or because there's something wrong with them.

Sato Shiro observed for a while, and when Xiaoyu showed signs of getting bigger, Sato Shiro appeared next to the kids and gave them a good beating by kicking and stomping them.

Take the children away.

Kazema watched as Sato Shiro led the children back.

His eyes held a sense of reluctance and loneliness.

As Sato walked away, he would occasionally turn back to glance at Kazesawa, who was still watching them through the light drizzle.

Back at the orphanage, it rained exceptionally hard that day.

Sato Shiro looked out the window, his thoughts drifting away.

He thought of Feng Zejian.

He felt that with the rain so heavy, he shouldn't still be standing there.

Gradually, he started having wild thoughts.

Spending every day with the children had long since melted his hardened heart.

After a fierce internal struggle, Sato Shiro decided to go and take a look.

Sato Shiro set off with a black umbrella.

Sato walked quickly along the roadside, and could hear nothing but the sound of raindrops falling.

When they arrived at the park, the thing they least wanted to see still happened.

Feng Zejian stood in the pouring rain, looking down at the Pokémon cards in his hand.

Those were gifts from the children.

A generic, ubiquitous face flashed, leaving Feng Zejian in a daze for a long time in the heavy rain.

As Sato Shiro approached, the feeling of being hit by the rain disappeared.

Feng Zejian subconsciously looked up.

Upon seeing Sato Shiro, he slowly asked, "Uncle, why are you back?"

He then took out the flashing card.

"I didn't steal it, they gave it to me."

Sato Shiro was completely stunned.

What kind of brain circuit is this.

Sato Shiro adjusted his emotions.

"Why aren't you home in this heavy rain?"

Feng Zejian's eyes were even more confused.

"Family?"

Sato Shiro looked at the bewildered Kaze Sawama, sighed, and put his arm around Kaze Sawama's shoulder.

"You're coming with me, kid."

Feng Zejian's eyes held a hint of insecurity, as well as a barely perceptible longing.

"May I?"

"There's no need for so much talk."

Sato Shiro brought Kazema back to the orphanage and let him take a shower in his room. Then he set up a hot pot, since he had been caught in the rain and needed something hot to warm him up.

Back then, we ate a pot of vegetables with more relish than anyone else.

After that, Feng Zejian became a regular guest at the welfare home.

It wasn't that Sato couldn't afford to support them; Kazesawa also contributed his own pocket money to cover their lodging and meal expenses.

Sato Shiro considered that Kazesawa Masaru was not truly an orphan, and it wouldn't be right for him to always hang out with a bunch of orphans.

So they persuaded Feng Zejian to go back.

When Feng Zejian returned to the orphanage, it was just before he was about to embark on his trip.

Feng Zejian left some of his belongings here, in the room prepared for him.

During that meeting, Sato felt that Kazesawa seemed like a different person, yet also like he hadn't changed at all.

Feng Zejian left only the money for the train ticket and the meal before departing.

Sato Shiro sensed the change in Kazesawa and became curious about what had happened to him in the past.

So Sato Shiro read through Kazesawa's diary.

Feng Zejian's experiences were so depressing that even he, as an adult, would find them extremely difficult to comprehend.

Emotional abuse from family members, bullying at school.

No wonder, back then, when Sato Shiro asked where his home was, Kazesawa Mako said that word with a questioning look on his face.

For Feng Zejian, the word "home" has a vague definition.

Sato Shiro took a deep breath.

For the first time, he regretted letting Feng Zejian go back, back to that vague home.

His thoughts drifted back to the present moment, and Sato Shiro glanced at the clean hot pot before suddenly sitting up.

"You little rascal, you ate the whole pot of food."

At this moment, Feng Zejian, who was ladling hot pot soup with a ladle, paused.

"Um, I saw you lying there moving around, and I thought you weren't eating."

Sato Shiro barely suppressed his anger.

"Alright, alright, you little rascal."

Feng Zejian asked, "Do you want some soup? If you do, I'll get you a bowl."

Sato Shiro waved his hand.

"Forget it, you can drink it all."

Upon hearing this, Feng Zejian didn't hesitate and immediately started drinking from the hot pot.

Sato Shiro was also convinced.

Let's return to the question from before about Feng Zejian.

The Onmyoji Guild will be uniformly equipped with standard weapons, but it is not so easy to obtain weapons for higher-level members.

Sato Shiro wouldn't be foolish enough to send Kazesawa to the Onmyōryō (Bureau of Yin and Yang) to do it.

As for his external network, it's still stuck in the past decade or so and hasn't been updated in a long time.

"Hey kid, what kind of weapon do you like?"

Feng Zejian swallowed the hot pot soup.

"There's really nothing I like."

Sato Shiro frowned, deep in thought.

"Famous sword-making families in Japan are known for their swords being extremely rare and hard to find; as for others..."

"Only the kind of demon sword that takes away half your life if you use it, like the Purple Jade Cutter."

Upon hearing this, Feng Zejian asked curiously, "It seems quite obedient to me."

Sato Shiro sneered.

"It's because there's something even more ferocious than it."

As he spoke, he tugged at his collar, revealing the Shura paint.

"Then where can we obtain the demon sword?"

"Are you really going to take this risk? If all else fails, I'll try and see if I have any connections to help you out."

Feng Zejian waved his hand.