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Chapter 464 The End of the Dharma: Gion, the Girl
Phantom Ninja Recap: In the team-building activity of distributing benefits the day before, Hokuto Jagi from Honnouji Academy assigned various tasks, and the members of the entire Kaleidoscope quickly entered a state of high efficiency. Meanwhile, he himself went to the world where "Yamoto Kohime" was absent.

The Dharma-ending Age, devoid of compassion.

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Kyoto republic

Or simply Kyoto.

night.

The night, dominated by a melancholy overcast sky, was not gloomy, but rather bustling with a tedious liveliness.

"Fifty steps, one hundred steps", "Zen"...

Huge Chinese proverbs emerged from the dark Kyoto mountains, and extremely thick beams of green and pink light began to pierce through the dark clouds above.

Neon lights and the lifeblood of the city circulate in the Gion alleyways, which are as regular as electronic substrates. Today, Kyoto Republic, which is independent from Japan, relies almost entirely on tourism for its revenue.

Kami-Gion, Local Products, Main Street.

Buildings, resembling five nested boxes, are neatly arranged on Gion Souvenir Street.

The main street was very wide, probably enough for fifty tatami mats. The entrance was guarded by police with machine guns and sumo wrestlers to prevent unscrupulous lower-class citizens from entering.

The walls of the box building are made of glossy black glass LCD screens, and the connecting parts between the floors light up red LED lights from right to left, giving people an overwhelming sense of cyberpunk.

This is truly an ideal space where Kyoto's traditional culture and sophisticated high technology blend together. The foundation of this beautiful streetscape is said to have been built during the Heian period, and it has been expanded to the present day while maintaining this model.

Boom!

In the Kōgeen complex, where building height restrictions are strictly enforced, lightning struck the tallest five-story pagoda in the vicinity, illuminating a tall man dressed in flamboyant Chinese costume beneath the pagoda, creating a magnificent silhouette like a pillar reaching to the sky. His fierce face and strong physique flashed by.

"As expected of Kyoto, from the blinding neon lights to the dark giants and the bio-engineered humans... cough cough cough, the air pollution is also very serious. It really fits my stereotype of cyberpunk."

Then, a burly man embroidered with golden dragons and stars emerged from the shadows of the building, a knowing smile on his face, and greeted the petite girl in front of him.

"Domo, Yamoto · Hime = san, Jacqui desu."

"Domo, Jacqui=san, Yamoto-chan desu."

The petite girl clasped her hands together in front of her chest, bowed slightly, and returned the greeting politely.

Greetings... Even in modern times, hundreds of years after the reign of Edo and Tokugawa, this high-tech country in the Far East still retains values ​​called "righteousness" and "propriety".

— Humility towards oneself and esteem towards others.

In this country, harmony is valued more than anything else. Even among losers like addicts and drug dealers, greetings are essential.

This is also recorded in the Kojiki.

When in Rome, do as the Romans do. This is considered a greeting, but it's not over yet!

"Shake hands." He extended his large, strong hand. The fierce man who once called himself "Beidou" was actually not an impolite person.

Unlike any greeting she knew, the girl was bewildered, wondering, "What kind of place and customs is this?" But she did as she was told.

She extended her extremely slender right hand, as beautiful as a flower branch.

"Shake hands, shake hands."

Those were hands as hard as steel, forged through inhuman rigorous training and polishing; the unique texture brought surprise to the girl's face.

"Please lead the way."

The girl turned around and led the way on the bustling street that she occasionally passed by, while the tall man silently disappeared into her back.

The Republic of Kyoto is a country that gained independence from Japan. It is divided into Upper and Lower Gion districts. In the Upper Gion district, five-story pagodas are arranged at equal intervals like capacitors. This grid-like urban structure has a supernatural effect, and it seems that ninjas in the Heian period used this urban structure to set up a large-scale barrier around Kyoto.

Those who can afford to live above ground in the ideal cyber city are only employees of victorious corporations, top-level members of criminal organizations, and tourism industry workers—less than one percent of the total population.

All other workers live in the vast, multi-level underground city (Shimogion) shaped like an inverted pyramid, which has become a space for the poor and social ills, and it has become even worse with development.

Tourists lined up neatly inside the building, their passports carefully checked, while an illegal immigrant walked openly, a tall, imposing man laughing arrogantly as he walked.

None of the tourists and middle-aged tour guides with turbans noticed his presence, and not just because they were captivated by the glittering street scene.

Around the local products street, there is a master and several adepts who patrol regularly, but even these powerful ninjas have failed to detect them! Namo San! What a terrifying successor of the assassination fist technique!

The first and second floors of the building are lined with high-class souvenir shops reminiscent of the Edo period, including goldfish shops, mustard seed shops, and mask shops. The highest-class, legal courtesan house emits a mysterious blue beam that hurts the eyes. Long banners, mysteriously arranged, display extremely fine Ming Dynasty characters such as "True Feelings," "Traditional," and "Unique."

Feeling the considerable amount of 100-yen coins and banknotes in her purse, the girl felt slightly relieved. With her financial means, she should be able to afford it if it were just a one- or two-story shop, provided she didn't go to places like geisha houses.

The two passed through a curtain that read "Delicious" and entered a shop the size of thirty tatami mats.

Each of the four sides has walls, and each table is decorated with exquisite ink paintings depicting lions, butterflies, geishas, ​​squid, and other motifs.

While they don't sell the top-grade, oily gunkan-maki tuna belly sushi, which costs 200000 yen per gram, they also won't serve ordinary bio sushi to insult tourists.

Jagi: "Tuna, mackerel, shrimp, beer, sake in glasses."

Yamoto Kohime: "The spotted flounder, a type of flatfish."

After a few seconds, the ink painting wall popped open, revealing a delicious-looking dish of food.

"Then, I'll enjoy it."

The girl and the man quietly put them into their mouths, a mysterious smile appearing on their faces. After a moment, Jagi spoke first:
"Then, let's continue our previous topic—"

"Regarding the 'Superman Revolution' in this world."

(End of this chapter)