Chapter 6
"Lady Makima..."
As if anticipating what was about to happen, Yura's face visibly flushed. She stepped forward and gently hugged Makima's arm, letting her lead her into the house... After one night...
The morning sun pierced through the curtains. Miss Makima groggily opened her eyes, rubbed her slightly sore waist, and then pushed away Yura, who was clinging to her like an octopus, grabbing a glass of water nearby to rehydrate.
"Ugh... Lady Makima..."
Yura, awakened, also groggily opened her eyes, then rubbed against her like a kitten, and then consciously burrowed under the covers, wanting to continue.
However, probably because they had 'taken off' too many times last night, Makima was still in a somewhat'sage' state. She pushed Yura away and shook her head:
"Not for now. Let's go... let's go take a shower first. I feel a bit uncomfortable."
"Mm, okay!"
Taking Yura to the bathroom, as they showered, Makima found the feeling of the shower gel on her skin so comfortable that she couldn't control herself and ended up researching for over an hour again.
When she finally managed to get completely clean, Makima was truly exhausted. She panted, rubbed her slightly aching waist, and with light, airy steps, came to the living room and collapsed onto the sofa.
Yura, on the other hand, was completely fine, even having the energy to give Makima a waist massage. The latter couldn't help but exclaim:
"Are all you demons so vigorous?"
She felt like the two of them had "fought until the primordial chaos" last night, and the great dao was almost "worn" away, yet this girl was completely unaffected...
"Actually, there are limits to my stamina~" Yura said with a smile, "It's just that compared to fighting, with Lady Makima, I feel like I could go on forever..."
So, after all that, I was the one who was almost drained... Makima, oh Makima!
You cannot be further indulged in this female demon, you have so many things to do!
Sighing, Makima made a phone call, asking for food to be delivered as soon as possible—Yura was a demon and barely needed to eat, but Makima had worked hard all night and was very hungry.
She also asked them to help find a tailor that could do custom fittings—she and Yura both needed several sets of tailor-made clothes.
While waiting, Makima also truly tested Yura's combat power.
First was Sakamaki Jie Luo's signature skill—hair manipulation.
Yura could manipulate her hair from a great distance for scouting, control, strangulation, and many other operations.
Makima took a few strands of her own hair and gave them to Yura. Ordinary hair, under Yura's demonic power, had the strength comparable to nano-steel wire—a tree in the courtyard, thick enough for one person to embrace, was instantly broken into several pieces by Yura's hair strangulation.
This power was quite astonishing, no wonder even a powerful half-demon like Inuyasha found it difficult to deal with.
When necessary, a large amount of hair could also gather to form a defensive net, strong enough to withstand Inuyasha's Soul-Shattering Iron Claw and Flying Blade Blood Claw.
However, currently, due to the lack of sufficient raw materials, Makima couldn't shave all her hair off for Yura, so Yura's current control distance and power were very limited.
But this was easy to handle; one phone call and people across Tokyo would collect high-quality hair for Makima.
The second move was "Ghost Fire Hair"—Yura could use demonic power to create flames that could quickly burn an opponent along their hair, with a temperature sufficient to leave no trace of a corpse.
And more importantly, because the Control Devil could gain the power of those she controlled, Makima could now use all of Yura's skills.
But for some reason, her copied skills from Yura were all somewhat weakened.
Although she could also manipulate hair, its power, flexibility, and strength were slightly lower than Yura's, and the same applied to moves like Ghost Fire Hair.
Of course, 'weak' was relative; even in its weakened form, such supernatural power was definitely enough to deal with ordinary people—Makima tried it on the trees in the courtyard, and with her own abilities, she could now easily dismember a person or roast them to a crisp with a flick of her fingers.
Over an hour later, a table full of high-class Japanese cuisine was delivered.
Makima was enjoying the exotic delicacies, contemplating whether to attend to official business in the afternoon or continue playing little games with Yura, when the Governor of Tokyo called, reporting a message to her in a panic:
Despite having repeatedly sent people to investigate Makima's past family background, to date, the personnel responsible for the matter still had no concrete findings; instead, the more they investigated, the more bizarre it became... 008 Strange Past
Tokyo Metropolitan Government Office, Afternoon
Inside the office, Makima, as usual in a white shirt, sat behind the desk, while Sakamaki Jie Luo, also dressed in a suit, stood beside her.
The latter's white shirt paired with a black pencil skirt, and her slender legs, accentuated by stockings, appeared even more sexy and elegant.
Compared to her previous ninja attire, this OL outfit on Yura gave Makima a strong sense of contrast, making her have a naughty thought of having Yura secretly serve her under the table while she outwardly maintained a serious demeanor listening to her subordinates' reports.
The Governor of Tokyo and his subordinates had no idea what Makima was thinking and could only stand below, trembling with fear, awaiting her questions.
Dispelling distractions, Makima, while manipulating a few strands of hair to improve her proficiency, asked without turning her head:
"Tell me, what exactly is going on? I know Japanese civil servants are inefficient, but I believe you wouldn't dare to neglect the tasks I assign, would you?"
"Yes... it's like this, because Lady Makima, you instructed that this matter should be handled as discreetly as possible, so, we initially indeed entrusted civil servants who were unaware of this matter and were already responsible for such things to handle it... But..."
"But what?"
"But... we... found nothing."
"..."
Makima stopped manipulating the hair in her hand and slightly frowned, looking at the other party.
"What do you mean, found nothing?"
"We... followed your basic resident registration card to your registered domicile, but... in the local government's archives, besides the most basic address information, we found no other useful information..."
"..."
Makima's brows furrowed instantly.
She now knew—firstly, Japan did not have identity cards, at least not in this era—although Japanese people had various documents, there was no nationally unified, legally effective "identity card."
Therefore, Japanese people generally used documents like driver's licenses, national health insurance cards, passports, student IDs, and teacher IDs for identity verification.
And the government generally managed the population through the basic resident registration card. This item was kept by local governments, and residents were obligated to report changes in their address to the local government agency.
It was also, in a sense, a "household register"—recording much information about residents in the local area, including parental information, permanent domicile, and residence.
Corresponding records would be made for household changes such as birth, acknowledgment, adoption, marriage, parental authority, guardianship, acquisition and loss of nationality, name change, death, and disappearance.
If there was nothing, it meant... "Are you saying that this identity of mine is fake?"
"Uh... no, no, from what we've confirmed so far, it shouldn't be. It's been in the local archives for a long time, but... there's just no information on it, which is... very unreasonable. Our investigators also went to that house and found..."
"Found what?"
"We found... it was a house that had been abandoned many years ago, and even..."
The Governor of Tokyo wiped his sweat.
"We cautiously asked residents nearby, but it seems... no one remembers you or your parents living there..."
"Then... what about my national health insurance, student ID, and other documents?" Makima asked, rubbing the hair in her hands.
"Following this information, did you also find nothing?"
"Yes... yes... regarding your documents, technically, they are all genuine, but... they simply have almost no detailed past that can be investigated."
"Then how did I come to Tokyo for school? What about the school and my original residence? Have you traced those aspects?"
"This..."
The Governor of Tokyo was sweating even more.
"We... also checked. The school transfer procedures were all very reasonable, but... the source couldn't be investigated... As for the house you rented, the landlord... uh... he was completely in a state of... confusion, remembering nothing about renting the house to you. We've already used a 'great memory restoration spell' on him, but it still had no effect."
"Interesting..."
Makima stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the city of Tokyo, which was firmly in her grasp.
"To summarize, you mean to say—my past history is verifiable and doesn't seem to be a complete fabrication, but various experiences are a blank slate? It exists, but it can't withstand scrutiny... as if it appeared out of thin air?"
"I wouldn't dare!"
The Governor of Tokyo thought Makima was going to blame him and quickly said in fear.
"I have already sent more professional people to investigate; we will definitely find some information!"
Makima suddenly recalled the phone call she received on the first day of her transmigration and asked:
"What about my cousin? Didn't you investigate her?"
"Cousin... cousin?"
The Governor of Tokyo looked bewildered.
"We... currently haven't investigated any information about your relatives..."
"Didn't you check the call records of the landline in my house?"
"Uh... we... dared not tamper with your personal belongings, my Lady..."
"Fools, go and search thoroughly immediately!"
"Yes! I'll send people right away!"
The matter was quickly handled—faster than Makima expected, because in the call records, only the cousin named Kobayashi had called.
A few hours later, the Governor of Tokyo brought over her information—compared to Makima, her cousin's information was very normal, completely that of an ordinary student.
Yura leaned over curiously, looking at the photo of the person in the material, and couldn't help but exclaim, "She really does look quite like Lady Makima..."
Makima also couldn't help but nod—she also somewhat suspected that the other party indeed had a blood relationship with her.
The two had almost identical hairstyles and hair colors, except this cousin wore glasses and didn't have Makima's unusual ringed eyes. Coupled with her dead-fish-eye expression in the photo, her temperament looked completely like an ordinary person.
So the question arose, the entire Tokyo officialdom personally stepped in and found no trace of her past existence, yet this cousin remembered her and even her non-existent parents?
Miss Makima decided to investigate.
"Prepare the car, I want to go see my cousin."
"Yes!"
Seeing the Governor of Tokyo's excited expression, Makima quickly added:
"Just arrange a low-key car for me. Oh, and where should she be right now?"
"According to intelligence, at this time... she should be at the university."
"Take me there."
009 False Memories
Under her subordinates' arrangements, Makima quickly met Kobayashi, who had just finished class.
Seeing her in person, Makima increasingly felt that the other person truly resembled her—except for those dead-fish eyes.
Hmm... it seemed Makima's chest was also a bit larger.
The latter was also slightly startled when she saw her:
"Makima?"