raknovel Chapter 49 Sword Mastery
Chapter 49 Sword Mastery
Seeing that Miyazawa Keiko was still hesitant, Kiryu Yaya immediately went through the plan in his mind and then said:
"Whether there are actually two sets of accounts or not, it's better for me to go than for you to go, but Mr. Uesugi doesn't know me, and I need a token that can better prove my identity."
Keiko Miyazawa fell into thought:
"A token?"
Kiryu Yaya nodded:
"Things left by your father. Since Akio Uesugi was someone your father trusted, he must recognize certain items that only people close to your father would know about."
Keiko Miyazawa thought for a moment.
"My father has a deep blue, timeless pen."
"A pen that lasts for ten thousand years?"
"Yes. My father used that pen to write almost all his important annotations. Whenever Mr. Uesugi came to the study to give a report, my father would also use that pen to make marks in the account books. That pen is in the drawer in the study now."
"very good."
Kiryu Yaya immediately said:
"Don't give the pen to the driver, and don't let your family know where the pen went."
"How should I give it to you?"
Do you remember that tea shop from yesterday?
"Ankara?"
"Yes. Wrap the Wan Nian pen in a handkerchief, put it in a regular paper bag, and hand it to the clerk. Tell them that a friend forgot something at the store yesterday, and someone will come to pick it up later. Don't leave your name."
"But……"
"Then go home and don't go anywhere else."
Kiryu Yaya lowered his voice even further:
"Miyazawa-kun, from now on, you must pretend that you are in your father's study looking at the documents sent by the finance department. If anyone asks you, tell them that you are at the Sumitomo Bank briefing tomorrow."
"Also, wait for my call. If I get two sets of books today that contain clear evidence that Miyazawa Hara concealed the risks, I will immediately call you to the bank."
Keiko Miyazawa remained silent for a few seconds.
Then she responded softly:
"I see."
"Kiryu-kun, please be careful."
Kiryu Yaya hummed in agreement and hung up the phone.
It's not even noon yet.
There was still a full half day until the agreed time at the old warehouse on Dojima at 6 p.m.
He gently put the microphone back down, sat down again, and opened the post-loan management documents for Baishi Refrigeration Equipment in front of him.
On the surface, he was checking the inventory turnover rate, payment collection rhythm, and usage records of Dangzuo Jieyue at Baishi Cold Storage.
In reality, my mind was already breaking down the possible scenarios that might occur tonight.
Akio Uesugi was truly going to hand over the secret account of Rokkaku.
Akio Uesugi has been controlled by Miyazawa Hara and is deliberately being manipulated.
Or perhaps—
Both sides are true.
Someone wants to hand over an account.
Some people are waiting to see who will take those two ledgers.
Just as Kiryu Yaya was deep in thought, the system notification sounded:
Branch 3 has been selected.
[Gained the skill "Sword Mastery"]
The first chapter of the main storyline "The Storm of the Miyazawa Family"—"Risk Review of the Miyazawa Group"—has begun.
[Task Requirements: Obtain the authentic accounts for the Rokko Golf Development project; have Keiko Miyazawa transfer the accounts to the bank]
[Task Rewards: Depends on completion rate.]
The semi-transparent interface slowly faded from view.
next second.
Memories of "mastery of swordsmanship" flooded his mind, and Kiryu Yaya suddenly had a very strange feeling.
He seemed to have become a knife.
The grip method, the path of force application, how the shoulder, elbow, and wrist should be connected in a line, and where the center of gravity should be placed when the foot lands.
When moving forward, backward, or dodging, which distance is the safest and which is the most dangerous?
No one taught him these things.
But it was as if it had always been hidden in his mind, only to be suddenly awakened now.
Kiryu Yaya lowered his head and looked at his hands.
These hands are no different from usual.
With long, slender fingers and a smooth, non-rough palm, these are the typical hands of a bank employee who writes, flips through documents, and stamps documents.
But at this moment, he instinctively knew—
If what you hold in your hand is not a pen, but a bamboo knife, how much power it will unleash!
Kiryu Yaya's lips curved slightly.
This system is pretty good.
……
After 3 p.m., the sky outside the office window began to slowly darken.
The tall buildings on both sides of Midosuji cut the sky into narrow, gray-white slits, where a glimpse of the light blue of a spring afternoon could still be seen.
Later, it was as if someone had slowly poured a thin layer of ink from above, gradually darkening the color until it turned into lead gray.
Snapped.
It looked like someone had flicked a fingertip across the glass.
Then came the second and the third strike.
It started raining in Osaka.
The rain came in torrential downpour, as if it were going to smash the asphalt road of Midosuji.
However, the sudden rain did not affect the work of the financing review department.
In the office, the sounds of telephones, paper turning, and printers mingled together, like a machine that never stops.
Kiryu Yaya sat at his workstation.
"Sword mastery" not only enhanced his martial prowess, but also gave him an aura of waiting for the right moment to act.
From a distance, he looked like a long sword sheathed as he worked at his desk.
It's not flashy.
It could even be described as quiet.
But that quietness wasn't the usual restraint of a new employee, nor was it simply the dullness of someone burying their head in work.
Rather, it is a polished, almost restrained sharpness.
Even Chihaya Yuri paused as she walked past him, and said:
"Kiryu-kun, you seem a little different today?"
Kiryu Yaya has a question:
"Which aspect are you referring to, senior?"
Chihaya Yuri thought for a long time but couldn't come up with a specific description, so she just threw out a sentence:
"I feel more energetic."
Kiryu Yaya smiled slightly:
"Perhaps it's due to Chihaya's influence?"
Chihaya Yuri didn't reply, but asked:
"Has the post-loan plan for Shiraishi Refrigeration been finalized?"
Kiryu Yaya nodded:
"It's basically done, except for the supplementary receipt for the mortgage registration. The legal representative said it can be picked up before this evening."
This was an excuse he had prepared long ago for going out.
Chihaya Yuri nodded, glancing at the torrential rain outside the window:
"If you come back too late after you've picked it up, you don't need to go back to the branch."
"clear."
Kiryu Yaya returned to his seat and put away his briefcase.
Then, he glanced at his watch.
4:35.
There was still an hour and a half until the agreed-upon time of 6:00 at the old warehouse on Dojima.
enough.
4:35.
The rain outside the window is no longer spring rain.
It's as if someone stood in the sky and poured all the water from the entire Yodo River down.
The gray-white rain curtain fell straight down from the gaps between the tall buildings, blurring and scattering the streetlights, traffic, and pedestrians of Midosuji.
The Honda Super Cub 50 in the underground parking lot obviously won't be able to be ridden out today.
Kiryu Yaya closed the document, got up, and went downstairs.
The first-floor lobby was nearing closing time, and outside the glass doors were people hurriedly holding umbrellas.
In the corner store downstairs from the bank, a row of umbrellas was temporarily hung up—transparent, navy blue, and gray checkered—crowded together like a row of spears waiting to be picked up.
Kiryu Yaya's gaze swept over the umbrella, and finally he picked up a black long-handled umbrella.
The umbrella ribs are sturdy, the handle is slightly heavy, and the length is just right.
While the shop assistant was still looking down to find change, he had already subconsciously gripped the umbrella handle and gently turned it.
Snapped.
The black umbrella tumbled in his palm and then came to a steady stop.
In that instant, the "sword mastery" I had just acquired seemed to awaken from the depths of my bones.
The way you hold the umbrella, the center of gravity, and the sense of distance in your steps—all these become perfectly integrated with the umbrella in an instant.
It's not a knife.
But in his hands, it had already taken on the characteristics of a knife.
Kiryu Yaya glanced down and made only one judgment in his mind.
It fits perfectly.
He paid, opened his black umbrella, and stepped into the rain.
The raindrops pounded on the umbrella, making a dense and rapid muffled sound, like the beating of drums.