Gin had no idea anyone was thinking about him.
At that time, he brought Kohei Ichiro to a secret base located in the suburbs of Tokyo and said calmly, "You stay here for a while, I'll have someone teach you how to disguise yourself and evade surveillance, and you can go out after you learn it."
“......”
Kohei Ichiro didn't answer.
He carefully scanned the surroundings and said in a deep voice, "Where's my daughter?"
"She's safe."
Gin threw him a mobile phone. When Kohei Ichiro took it, a gentle female voice came from the other end.
"Rimi?!"
Kohei Ichiro's hand holding the phone trembled slightly.
"Dad, I'm fine now."
On the other end of the phone, Kohei Rimi hesitated for a moment, and said, "They sent me to a hospital in England for treatment, and the doctor said there's a high chance of me recovering."
"Good! Good!!"
Kohei Ichiro's voice trembled noticeably, and he looked at Gin with less coldness.
After the father and daughter exchanged a few more words, Kohei Ichiro hung up the phone, worried that his daughter's body couldn't take it.
He looked at Gin across from him, took a deep breath and said, "Alright, what do you want me to do?"
"First, undergo a comprehensive physical examination." Gin took out a photo of Kohei Rimi taken in England, "If nothing unexpected happens, you will be used by the organization in the future."
Kohei Ichiro looked at the photo of his daughter with a serene smile, and nodded heavily.
"Good!"
...
Kohei Ichiro originally thought that the so-called physical examination was to dissect his body for research, but he was prepared as he had an immortal body.
But he didn't expect it to be just taking some blood, saliva, bone marrow fluid and other tissue samples.
"That's it?"
Lying on the operating table, Kohei Ichiro was stunned for a moment.
"What did you think?"
Gin glanced at him, left Vodka behind to teach Kohei Ichiro fighting skills and anti-reconnaissance experience.
As for himself, he went to the villa in Tottori Prefecture.
"Boss."
"You're here."
In the villa, Umareo Renya seemed to have aged a few more years.
His mood had been a rollercoaster ride these past few days.
Knowing that he had a chance at immortality, but the treasure was eaten by a small fry.
The organization's recent aggressive actions have also attracted a lot of attention, and the high-ranking officials who have secretly contacted him have all expressed their dissatisfaction.
"Sigh—"
After a sigh in his heart, Umareo Renya adjusted his mood, looked up at Gin and said slowly, "How is Kohei Ichiro doing?"
"Very smoothly." Gin nodded, "He's a beast with weaknesses, and he'll become the organization's most powerful weapon."
"Hmm."
Umareo Renya didn't care about that.
But the only way to make up for some of the losses was this.
Maybe they could even research some useful things from Kohei Ichiro's blood sample.
"Lord Shuten-dōji!"
After Gin left, Umareo Renya began his daily prayer ritual, but except for the first time, the demon sword, Onimaru, didn't seem to want to pay any attention to him.
He hesitated, knelt down and said, "Lord Shuten-dōji, I have completed your assignment, and I have found the most talented swordsman among the descendants of Tsukahara Bupposen."
"Oh?"
This time, Onimaru responded.
Crimson blood mist drifted in the villa, and the figure of Shuten-dōji appeared faintly in the blood mist, coldly looking at Umareo Renya and said, "Tell me, who is that person?"
"Tsukahara Rakugo."
Umareo Renya bowed his head respectfully and said, "He's Tsukahara Yoju's uncle, and he won the national kendo championship at a young age, defeating many famous kendo masters."
"But later, because of family changes, he put down his sword, abandoned the Tsukahara surname, became the curator of the Mifa Art Museum, and worked silently there for forty years."
"Sounds like a good prospect."
A gleam of light flashed in his demonic pupils, Shuten-dōji looked down at Umareo Renya, a playful smile appeared on his beautiful and demonic face.
"It seems you are not satisfied with being empty-handed and want to use this information to get more from me."
"Dare not."
Umareo Renya kept his posture very low, "I just want to demonstrate my value, maybe Lord Shuten-dōji still has something he can use me for."
"Is that so."
The red-haired young man didn't say anything, reached out and grabbed in the blood mist, and a part of the crimson blood mist surged into Umareo Renya's body.
In an instant, Umareo Renya felt his aging body regain its vitality.
The wrinkles on his face were reduced, and he was no longer the decrepit, decaying appearance.
"This is..."
His body trembled slightly, Umareo Renya knelt on the ground, an uncontrollable look of excitement appeared on his face.
"This is twenty years of life."
Shuten-dōji sat sideways on the throne, holding a huge wine gourd, gently swaying it.
"Since you want to demonstrate your value, I'll give you a chance then."
"In the waters east of Honshu Island, Japan, the remains of Yamata no Orochi are sealed, find it and bring it back to me."
"Yes."
Umareo Renya appeared more submissive than ever before.
"Also."
"There should be another finger of Sukuna sealed in a temple near Tokyo."
"Use it as a test for Tsukahara Rakugo."
"Send Onimaru to him."
Umareo Renya looked up, a hint of hesitation on his face, "Lord Shuten-dōji, is this too wasteful?"
"Every finger of Sukuna's curse is different."
Shuten-dōji glanced at him coldly, "If you eat this finger, you'll die faster."
Speaking of which.
The demon god in the blood mist lightly pointed at Umareo Renya.
The young body he had just regained aged again, and it became even older, and he could die at any time.
"Lord Shuten-dōji!!" Umareo Renya's cloudy pupils showed obvious fear.
"This is your lesson."
Shuten-dōji looked down at him, "I don't like anyone defying me, this is your first time, and also your last."
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