Zhafu paid no attention to the two men. After all, they would be dead in half an hour.
So he continued walking.
Still, the Yanhuang Awakening side really did need to be dealt with quickly.
His identity had been exposed not long after he landed, which meant there was still a traitor among the people.
To have stayed hidden until now, the traitor was probably communicating through a one-way channel, never showing himself in ordinary times and only passing along information when it mattered.
But it didn’t matter. Zhafu wasn’t worried in the slightest.
He had barely gone any farther when another person blocked his path.
The newcomer wasn’t very old and still had a youthful face. A sword bag was strapped to his back, and although his stance was earnest enough, he looked rather ridiculous.
The moment he saw Zhafu, the young man pulled open the sword bag and drew a katana.
The blade had been well maintained, and it was definitely the real thing.
“Stop.”
The young man tucked the sword against his waist and struck a pose.
“You terrorist! Whatever you’re planning, I, Koji Takeda, will never let you pass.”
Zhafu glanced at him.
“How old are you?”
Koji Takeda froze.
“That has nothing to do with you!”
Zhafu looked up at the sky. Although the sun had not yet set, high school students in Japan got out of school early. After that came club activities.
“So school’s out, then?”
“That has nothing to do with you!”
“That’s a shame.”
Zhafu stopped wasting words on him and took another step forward.
Koji Takeda used one finger to push the sword forward half an inch.
The distance between them was very short.
So short that Koji Takeda could smell the laundry detergent on the other man.
Lavender-scented, too.
Wait! What am I thinking?!
He had lost focus for a moment and failed to see how Zhafu had moved.
It wasn’t an intimidating burst of speed, nor was it some flashy maneuver.
Their positions had simply shifted.
Zhafu had made no other movement. He had only changed direction with his feet and walked past Koji Takeda’s side.
This guy definitely had some kind of chuunibyou problem. Best not to get involved with him.
Koji Takeda had already determined that Zhafu was extremely skilled. The moment he received the Armed Forces’ message, he had rushed over.
But he still didn’t know exactly who the other man was.
The Armed Forces had given him only one sentence: A terrorist from Huaxia. Stop him as soon as possible.
Stop him as soon as possible.
Easy for them to say.
Koji Takeda gritted his teeth, turned around, and pounced at Zhafu.
Yet Zhafu still didn’t attack. He merely quickened his pace, causing Koji Takeda to lunge at empty air.
Koji Takeda’s face flushed with embarrassment.
He gripped the sword and chased after Zhafu for two steps, then stopped.
Something was wrong.
The other man had never attacked him.
This didn’t seem like the behavior of a terrorist. It was more like he was deliberately letting Koji Takeda make the first mistake.
And that was exactly what Zhafu had been thinking.
At the moment, he was a tourist.
He had entered the country legally, was walking legally, and was being pursued by someone carrying a real sword.
If he didn’t call the police, he would be doing a disservice to Japan’s public-safety system.
Zhafu pulled out his phone and dialed 110.
The call was answered quickly.
A dispatcher’s voice came from the other end.
“Hello, this is the Metropolitan Police Department. What has happened?”
Zhafu switched to Japanese, speaking at an unhurried pace.
“Hello, I’m a foreign tourist. I’m on the road beside the moat outside the Imperial Palace, and a local young man carrying a real sword has attacked me. Help me!”
Koji Takeda was dumbfounded.
“What are you doing?”
Zhafu looked at him.
“Calling the police.”
“You’re a terrorist!”
“When did I become a terrorist? So you people treat tourists like terrorists?!”
“You!”
The dispatcher on the phone pressed him for more information. “Sir, please confirm your location. Is the attacker still beside you?”
“He is, and he’s still holding the sword. He’s emotionally unstable.”
“I am not!”
Koji Takeda panicked and shouted toward the phone, “I’m a member of the Armed Forces! I’m carrying out a mission!”
There was a brief pause on the other end.
Zhafu added, “He admits he’s part of an organization. Is it some kind of local yakuza group?”
Koji Takeda nearly dropped his sword.
“That’s not what I meant!”
After giving his location, Zhafu hung up and called the embassy.
The call was answered just as quickly.
“Hello, this is the Huaxia Embassy in Japan.”
“I’m Zhagangfu. I just entered the country, and I was stopped outside the Imperial Palace by an armed local carrying a sword. I’ve already called the police. He claims to be with the Armed Forces.”
The embassy staff member clearly knew who was calling, and their attitude immediately became extremely proactive.
“Are you safe right now?”
“I’m safe, but he still wants to attack me.”
The embassy employee ignored that part.
“Please try to keep the other party occupied and wait where you are. We will contact Japan’s Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the police.”
“All right. I’ll leave it to you.”
Zhafu hadn’t called the embassy because he actually needed it to do anything.
It was simply that, with the embassy involved, Japan would not dare arrest him outright, especially without any evidence.
That would invite condemnation at an international conference.
Particularly since Zhafu belonged to an ethnic minority.
Koji Takeda stood where he was, still holding the sword, unable either to advance or retreat.
He had imagined many possible scenarios.
For example, Zhafu suddenly attacking someone.
Zhafu taking tourists hostage.
Zhafu fleeing.
The one thing he had never imagined was Zhafu calling the police right in front of him, then casually contacting some unknown ally. Unfortunately, Koji Takeda couldn’t understand Chinese.
Seeing that Koji Takeda seemed somewhat confused, Zhafu even thoughtfully explained the situation again in Japanese.
But the Armed Forces’ orders were not fake, either.
Koji Takeda stared at Zhafu and lowered his voice.
“What exactly did you come to Japan for?”
“Tourism.”
“Who do you think you’re fooling?”
“I have a legitimate tourist visa.”
“You’re obviously with the Yanhuang Awakening.”
“What does that have to do with you?”
Koji Takeda was left speechless. The man had entered through legitimate channels. That much was true...
Zhafu looked at him.
“Didn’t your superiors teach you that if you point a real sword at someone in the middle of the street, you need to have the proper authorization with you first?”
“We have special authority.”
“Then show it to me.”
Koji Takeda fell silent.
Of course, they did have special authority.
But it applied to abnormal incidents, monsters, and disasters.
It did not apply to a foreign tourist who had just stepped off a plane.
And even less so in front of the Imperial Palace, where ordinary civilians could witness everything.
More and more people began gathering around them.
Some took pictures. Others recorded videos. Two Japanese housewives whispered to each other.
“Is that kid filming a movie?”
“There aren’t any cameras.”
“Then he must be causing trouble.”
“That sword is real, isn’t it?”
“Young people are such a nuisance these days.”
Koji Takeda’s ears burned as he listened.
Zhafu, on the other hand, remained perfectly at ease. He even moved to the side so he wouldn’t block the pedestrians.
There were quite a few people passing along the road.
Before long, a Japanese police officer arrived on a bicycle.
The officer had barely stopped when he saw the sword in Koji Takeda’s hand.
His hand went to his belt as he called out first.
“You there! Put that sword away immediately!”
Koji Takeda frowned.
“I’m not a student. I’m with the Armed Forces—”
“Put that sword away immediately!”
The officer repeated himself.
This time, his tone was far less polite.
Koji Takeda glanced at the phone cameras surrounding him and could only put the sword back into its bag.
He pointed at Zhafu.
“Officer, he’s dangerous! Please restrain him!”
Zhafu spread his hands.
“Officer, I don’t have any weapons on me. I flew here from Yanhuang today, entered the country legally, and have a stamp in my passport. The moment I landed, this man blocked my way with a sword and called me a terrorist.”
Then he pointed at Koji Takeda.
“I think he’s the terrorist.”
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