If he could, Qingshui hoped to have both.
"I'll be staying here for a while, tracking the demons. If you agree, you can find me at Fujiaya. Oh, and your family seems to have a lot of influence; could you get me a gun like this? With bullets made of Scarlet Ore Iron. Only weapons made from this metal, which contains solar energy, can cut off a demon's head and kill it."
Shinazugawa Sanemi pointed to the gun tucked into Uesugi Shin's waistband.
His foolish younger brother was actually planning to join the Demon Slayer Corps. After several unsuccessful attempts to stop him, Shinazugawa Sanemi set his sights on the gun.
With a gun, at least he wouldn't be killed by a demon so easily.
"If you want a gun that can shatter a demon's head or neck with one shot, you'll need a more powerful one. I have connections to get one, but the production of the bullets has to be extremely precise, requiring specialized equipment that I don't have direct access to. I'd need to ask my elder brother, who works at the Shiga Police Headquarters, for help."
As Uesugi Shin spoke, a Kasugai Crow flew in through the window, cawing loudly and circling in the yard.
Shinazugawa Sanemi glanced at the crow, knowing a message had arrived, and stood up from the tatami mat.
"Then I'll wait for your news. If anything comes up, just tell the people at Fujiaya. I'll be leaving now."
Shinazugawa Sanemi explained, then rushed off, leaving the father and son looking at each other.
"I'm sorry."
Uesugi Shin took a sip of tea and apologized.
"Huh? Oh, I forgive you for almost throwing that bowl at me."
"No... I mean, I'm very sorry. I've been so busy with work in the past that I never really got to know you. I always thought you were just messing around all day, and that applying to the police academy was just a passing fancy. I never expected you to actually have such capabilities."
Uesugi Shin was referring to Qingshui's skills.
Qingshui also took a sip of tea.
Actually, Uesugi Shin had misunderstood.
The original body was indeed a spoiled brat who hung out with a bunch of shady friends.
"Mr. Shinazugawa just invited you to join the Demon Slayer Corps. What are your thoughts? Will you agree, or continue on your original path and have your uncle arrange your entry into the Kyoto Police Academy?"
Qingshui toyed with his teacup and asked, "Can Uncle arrange for me to enter the police system directly? I want both the police salary and the Demon Slayer Corps'. With a team that possesses supernatural powers like that, I imagine both the current authorities and the shogunate from the Edo period would want to regulate and restrict them, wouldn't they?"
"You mean..."
"There must be government officials within the Demon Slayer Corps, otherwise those old men wouldn't be able to sleep peacefully."
Qingshui chuckled.
Uesugi Shin nodded thoughtfully.
"I'll call your uncle at the Town Hall when he gets off work and ask him."
In this era, telephones were rare communication tools. Even though Uesugi Shin was the town mayor, he didn't have a phone at home.
Only a very few places in the entire Konan Town, such as the Town Hall, police station, and post office, had them installed.
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DC Universe.
The gang situation in Gotham was changing rapidly, faster than Bruce Wayne had anticipated.
"Master Bruce, you've been working for twenty hours straight. I think you should get some rest."
Alfred Pennyworth placed a plate of desserts on the table, speaking with exasperation to the figure seated in front of the supercomputer.
"No, Alfred. I need to know why Clearwater has become like this. His abilities and personality have changed significantly compared to before he entered Arkham Asylum, and his insane hobby of sewing corpses has also disappeared."
Bruce Wayne looked gravely at the various screens on his computer monitor.
These images were captured by surveillance cameras he had placed in every corner of Gotham, as well as by Wayne Enterprises' black-tech satellites.
The central screen showed the video of Qingshui, during his transaction with Two-Face that day, manipulating Black Gold to take down three Titan Little Giants in five seconds.
It was hard to imagine how Wayne Enterprises' satellite managed to capture it on a night with heavy cloud cover.
"Perhaps being in Arkham Asylum cured his mental illness?"
Alfred Pennyworth shrugged, then started brewing coffee.
"I don't rule out that possibility, but I've investigated all his treatment files at Arkham Asylum. After analysis, that possibility is very small."
Batman said in a deep voice.
"But at least he's not causing any trouble now. He's much better than the Joker and the others, isn't he?"
Alfred Pennyworth used chocolate and milk to create a beautiful bat-shaped latte art on the coffee and placed it in front of Batman, saying this.
He just wanted his young master to get some rest, even though he knew it was almost impossible.
"The gangs under his control will indeed be more orderly, but that's what makes it more terrifying. It means that as darkness, he understands better how to integrate into Gotham. Alfred, he's professionally training his subordinates. This training method reminds me of Ra's al Ghul. If he truly integrates into Gotham as part of the order, he'll be a more formidable opponent than the Penguin."
Bruce Wayne said with a solemn expression.
The Penguin had money, territory, connections, background, and no shortage of henchmen, but his overall hard power was just average.
But the Puppeteer was different.
This guy is no pushover.
Even Bruce Wayne couldn't figure out what powered this suit.
In just a few months, less than a year, he'd developed a sizable gang and was even collaborating with Two-Face. He wouldn't be easy to deal with.
With that thought, Bruce Wayne added a lot more information to the folder he'd previously created for Puppeteer and started a new sub-project.
Anti-Puppeteer Suit!
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Qingshui had no idea his true identity had already been exposed to Batman.
Given Batman's methods, it was only a matter of time before he learned Qingshui's identity.
The reason Qingshui had fabricated an identity with Penguin in the past was to buy himself time to develop.
Now, his influence and strength had grown to a certain extent, fulfilling Qingshui's requirements.
But he also had trouble on his hands now.
"Someone died?"
In the second-floor office of the bar, Qingshui rested his chin in one hand, looking at the subordinate in front of him.
"No, but a lot of people were injured. Boss, it was on Chic Street. We wanted to turn the auto repair shop there into a Hogg's Auto Shop branch, but Sons of the Scepter had already set their sights on Chic Street. It's right next to the Dreher Community, so..."
Aman hesitated.
His shoulder was bandaged, with visible bloodstains.
"Gunner and Armorer?"
"Those two, the scumbags. They're retired Marine Corps officers, experts in firearm manufacturing and repair, and excellent shots. Even Falcone hired them as instructors to train his men. We were no match for them; several of our brothers died."
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