A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 165 Departure and Practice

Takatsuki City,
"Number 17, be careful of humans."

“My ‘mimicry’ can make you look like a human, but if you get close, the flaws will still be noticed.”

"It's too dangerous. I don't approve of you going. If Number 7's spirit knew, it wouldn't let you take the risk either."

On the edge of the city, a group of wood spirits are seeing off their 'good sister'.

"I've made up my mind!"

Her appearance changed drastically; she now wears a long dress and has long hair.

Number 17, who was no different from a normal girl, waved her hand.

If No. 7's body is moved out of the island nation, it will be almost impossible to recover it, so we must hurry.

"Take this,"

Another wood sprite stepped forward and handed the mushroom in its hand to Number 17.

"This is a 'symbiotic tracking mushroom' created by my ability; it will point in the direction where the spores are scattered."

This wood sprite's ability is to create these mushrooms that point to each other, and to sense the spores scattered by other mushrooms; all of them have these tracking mushroom offspring on their bodies, making it easy for them to locate each other.

After all, the wood spirits don't have cell phones.

It was precisely because of this ability that Number 17 was so confident in pursuing Number 7's body.

The island nation isn't particularly large, but it's not small either. Once she leaves the forested area, where should she look? Ask the police?
"Don't worry, how could an ordinary person hurt me?"

Confident in his abilities, number 17 patted his flat chest.

"You can all go back now, and while you're at it, help me complete Lord 'Liuhe's' task."

Their superior, the shikigami 'Rokugo', assigned them the task of outwitting and outfighting humans in this forest.

"Leave it to us,"

"Anyway, the area you're in charge of often has problems."

The wood spirits waved goodbye with reluctance, seeing off the confident Number 17 as he departed.

then:

Before these wood spirits had gone far,
Explosions and gunfire could be heard from the city on the other side of the forest.

Exposed so quickly?
"Is number 17 really okay?"

"it should be no problem."

Just as the wood spirits were at a loss, the wood spirit who had mastered the 'tracking mushroom' closed his eyes and sensed it.

"no problem,"

"Number 17 is moving away at high speed, which proves that it has not been eliminated."

Number 17 has her tracking mushroom on her body, so she can sense the other party's movements.

However, this is only true within one kilometer; beyond that distance, it cannot be detected.

"That's it,"

They can't all abandon their jobs and run away.

"Judging from how confident number 17 is, they must have a good chance of winning."

Maybe? Probably? Perhaps?

In any case, all the wood spirits held a pessimistic attitude.

"Damn it, my disguise should have been perfect!"

In Settsu City, near Osaka, number 17 ran frantically, completely baffled.

Such a 'perfect' disguise was exposed by soldiers on the human defense line as soon as they left the forest, and a fight broke out on the spot.

Although he could choose to retreat to the forest, Number 17 also had to save face: losing to a supernatural expert was one thing, but losing to an ordinary soldier was another.
Besides, she was extremely envious of Number 7's abilities.

A girl leaped from the rooftop, landing among pedestrians, and began running wildly down the street, trying to blend into the crowd. But immediately, a shout came from behind:
"The one in the long skirt ahead is a Wood Sprite!"

? ?
Yes,

A glance,
It was only on the 17th that he realized everyone around him was wearing pants. This place wasn't far from the 'front line,' so who would dare to wear a long skirt?

I don't want to live anymore. If a supernatural disaster spreads, I'll step on my long skirt while running.

Life can be restarted on the spot.

What a blunder!

With that thought in mind, she disguised herself as an ordinary girl and tore her long skirt in half, turning it into a short skirt.

While this might cause some 'exposure', it at least doesn't affect walking and allows one to blend better into the crowd.

"The long-haired one ahead is a Wood Spirit!"

However, the voices from behind quickly rose again. It was the same old story: the women in this city were always ready to flee, with their hair either in ponytails or buns. Unlike Number 17, who dressed up carefully before going out. These wood spirits were essentially 'Homies' created by human souls, and their aesthetic habits remained unchanged.

As a result, number 17, who looked like a 'young lady,' swaggered out of the forest area, and everyone knew something was wrong!
"Tsk, that's really troublesome."

Anyway, the so-called 'hair' is just tiny tendrils that can grow back at any time.

brush,

She cut off the long hair with a backhand and continued running wildly.

After leaving the forest area, the concentrated firepower of human guns and cannons became extremely powerful.

Besides, she came to seek 'new abilities,' not to fight. We can wait until later.
As the crowd instinctively dodged to the left and right, shouts continued to come from behind:

"The one with the head up ahead is a Wood Spirit!"

???

"Aaaaaah, that's enough! You guys!"

Rumble rumble rumble~~~
Thick vines broke through the soil and completely enveloped No. 17.

"Do you really think I'm afraid of you?!"

A giant vine, over ten meters tall, rose from the ground, grabbed a house with both hands, and ripped it off, hurling it as a weapon at the pursuers behind.

"Just hit us!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Takatsuki City,
Along the Yodo River that runs through the city,
Satomi Sato is having a private conversation with Jinpei Matsumoto.

"Uncle, your abilities most likely come from 'Yodogawa Uzuki'."

As she spoke, the girl took out her phone, which displayed a live broadcast of the battle in Itabashi Ward, Tokyo, which had been meticulously studied frame by frame by experts from various countries. The four "gods," in particular, were the focus of their research.

"Rumor has it that the 'Lord of the Yodogawa Whirlpools' resides in this Yodogawa River,"

“He destroys passing ships and injures countless people; only by offering sacrifices of young boys and girls every year can He be appeased.”

Of course, those records are from a thousand years ago: back then, the lower reaches of the Yodo River were still quite dangerous and turbulent, naturally giving rise to all sorts of 'ghost and spirit legends'. As time has passed, the management of the Yodo River has always been a key project for the Osaka government.

“As early as the Taisho era, this river no longer had any undercurrents or whirlpools.”

The girl standing on the shore explained.
With the advent of the steam engine, various sand dredgers began operating day and night.
The once turbulent Yodo River has now become a calm and tranquil river.

"Now it seems that times may soon change back."

Once the 'Yodogawa whirlpool master' truly returns, this river will likely never again see the bustling scene of ships coming and going.

In fact, we don't even need to wait for the future: the Kyoto and Osaka metropolitan areas, which rely on the Yodogawa River for transportation, have already been greatly affected by the expansion of the 'Wrath of the Forest'.

"The power of God?"

No wonder it's called 'Kawakami-shu Tang-te', it turns out it's a fighting technique passed down from the gods.

Moreover, Jinpei Matsumoto discovered another problem.

"Congmei, do you want to learn?"

? !
Upon hearing these abrupt words, even the rational and calculating Satomi Sato was filled with shock.

"Uncle, can you teach this kind of fighting technique to others?"

Isn't it some kind of 'racial secret technique'?

"No,"

"This is a combat technique."

In Matsumoto Jinpei's mind, there was a complete set of 'Kawakami-shu Tang-te,' which was also the 'Fishman Karate' technique he was criticizing. From beginner to advanced, there were even various precautions for training.

"It's not just water spirits and gods' relatives; even humans can practice."

That's right, despite the name 'Fishman Karate', this skill can actually be learned by humans.

For example, Koala, a cadre of the Revolutionary Army, is jokingly called "Second Sister-in-Law" in the world of One Piece because she often interacts with Sabo. Her connection with the fish-men is very deep. It was because of sending her home that Tiger died, Arlong became extremely disgusted with humans, and Jinbe had to become a Shichibukai.

After joining the Revolutionary Army, Koala became an apprentice of Haku, a fish-man karate master and a friend of Jinbe, and learned fish-man karate. He then grew up as a human to become Haku's substitute master.

"The knowledge in my mind tells me that humans can also learn this skill."

"Of course, it will be more difficult than the 'divine family'."

Ultimately, Fishman Karate is a technique specifically designed for 'fishmen'.

Humans need to put in far more effort than fish-men to learn: the innate tenfold difference in arm strength is not so easy to overcome.

However, despite their enormous advantages, fish-men are generally not very intelligent and are not as hardworking as humans; this leads to a waste of their talents, and there are very few skilled fish-men in the entire One Piece world.

"So, Satomi, do you want to learn?"

"of course!"

When questioned a second time, the high school girl clenched her fists and placed them in front of her chest, her eyes gleaming.

"This is a divine technique; if you learn it..."

It can better help the uncle!

Of the two, Satomi sees herself as a strategist who offers advice; but even as a strategist, having great power is ultimately not a bad thing.

As the old saying goes: every mage has a dream of melee combat in their heart.

"it is good,"

"Then us"

"Let's begin now! I'm ready!"

Faced with the enthusiastic high school girl, Matsumoto Jinpei helplessly patted his forehead.

"Have you forgotten that Shinoda Takashi is still waiting for us to come over?"

"Ignore him,"

Satomi waved her hand; what was the 'underling' she'd met on the road compared to learning supernatural combat techniques? Moreover:

“I have already instructed him to set up a temporary safe house.”

Only a highly skilled and daring supernatural expert would dare to spend the night in this city.

Satomi isn't a master, but Jinbe is.

"Come on, let's begin!"

"it is good."

Since Satomi was so enthusiastic, Matsumoto Jinpei wouldn't hold back.

"First, you need to sense the 'qi' in your body, and then use this qi to wrap up the 'moisture' in your body."

Fishman Karate allows one to create water out of thin air: although only in small amounts, this is the key to its success—it works from the inside out, first affecting the water within one's own body before affecting the water outside.

"Once this step is achieved, it will promote the flow of fluids in the body."

In essence, the XX-piece straight punch increases the power of the water in one's own body while simultaneously shaking the water in the opponent's body, creating two types of damage.

One taught, the other learned, and the two began practicing this combat technique beside the Yodogawa River.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Did a Wood Spirit break through?"

Tokyo, Chiyoda Ward, Metropolitan Police Department.

Director Fujita, who was recently having a headache over the reconstruction of Itabashi Ward, put down his work and looked up.

"Yes, Director."

Miya Hana held a tablet, which displayed a message from the Osaka Metropolitan Police Department.

Tokyo is the capital of the island nation, but Osaka, as the cultural and political center for a "millennium", is naturally not convinced. The Kanto and Kansai regions don't like each other, and they compete for everything from warships to screws, which is a traditional activity in the island nation.

They shamelessly asked for help this time because they couldn't handle it themselves.

"That wood spirit is very strong?"

No, if it were in the forest, humans would be afraid of attracting the 'Six Harmonies' and would not dare to use heavy weapons.

But if the enemy breaks out of the forest area, then Osaka will have no choice but to fight back; they can't just wait to die, can they?

"It is indeed strong, but more importantly—"

Miya Kana placed the tablet on Director Fujita's desk.
The screen displayed a city in ruins, with collapsed buildings and huge craters everywhere, vividly showcasing supernatural destructive power.

In the center of this battlefield, a gigantic tree-man, far exceeding the size of an ordinary 'human-faced tree,' fell.

Judging from its dilapidated appearance, it's clear that it has been hit by many missiles.

"This tree-man is just a puppet."

"The wood spirits that left the forest have already quietly run away."

(End of this chapter)