Yokohama's Agents of Chaos

Sakai Yan came to Yokohama at fifteen, where he met a certain bandage-wrapped man and opened the door to a new world. He also picked up a certain skill without being taught. Countless victims sent complaints to a certain Yokohama doctor, though the doctor himself also suffered a hit to his reputation.

What does it feel like to suddenly have your head pushed down in the middle of an argument or a fight?

A certain little tiger: “Thanks for asking. After he pushed my head down, I got beaten up even worse. Everyone at the Detective Agency started looking at me weirdly.”

A certain rabid dog, eyes dark: “I will find a chance to kill him.”

A certain apple farmer: “Little Yi says there's a fee.”

“Spectators, please pay up.”

A certain phantom thief: “How can such a pretty girl do something like this...”

The perennial grade-schooler: “Wake up. That's not a girl.”

“Don't thank me for pushing your heads down for you. If you're going to fight, then fight. You're huddling your heads so close together that my hands are itching.”

One day, a certain doctor finally couldn't take it anymore. As soon as a friendly request came in from a certain organization, he kicked the person right over to them.

Before you read:

1. I won't break up Soukoku. The pairing is Sesshomaru.

2. Updated daily. I'll ask for leave if something comes up. I have a reliable track record, so jump in without worry.

3. I've rewritten the outline twice, so the story is different from what I first planned. I hope you'll bear with me.

[This story will be available for purchase starting July 29, 2020. A ten-thousand-word mega-chapter and a small red packet will be released on launch day. Please support the official release, lovely readers!]

Blurb for my completed new story, The Jail Guard Who Ran a Shopping Service

One day, a certain detective agency received a visitor. The visitor pulled out a letter, and a certain bandage-wrapped man was so incredulous that he accidentally tore it in half by gripping it too hard.

Kitahara Mizuno: “Please pay the courier fee from Hell to the living world. Thank you for your business. By the way, your friend hopes you won't keep throwing yourself into the water. He's a jail guard in Hell now, and he's very busy, so please don't add to his workload.”

The bandage-wrapped man: “???”

Selling heavenly wine to a certain chubby cat and a slippery old fox;

Selling the remains of demons from the Warring States period, five hundred years ago, to modern-day exorcists;

Selling things that replenish magic power in the Demon Realm to a certain grade-schooler magician;

Delivering letters from the dead in Hell to a certain bandage-wrapped man and collecting the courier fee;

Selling photo books from Hell to Iruma's classmates...

Our motto: Fully inherit the fox spirit's money-grubbing ways, and strive to be just like our predecessor, Daji!

A certain highly sadistic jail guard who puts work above all else: “Wrong. The motto is work!”

Pairing: Hozuki, Hell's top aide.

Theme: Work hard to build a harmonious society.