A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 183 Treasure Hunt Frenzy
"watt?"

"Someone has already acquired the legacy of the 'Legendary Archmage'!"

In Aomori Prefecture, Commissioner Smith, hiding in his hotel room, helplessly watched the live broadcast on his computer and received orders from his superiors.

"Investigating information about orphaned high school students?"

"Yes, I will hurry. Sir, please have faith in our loyalty to America—"

Completely unaware that he had just missed out on the 'Ashiya Legacy', Commissioner Smith couldn't help but slam his fist on the table after turning off the satellite phone with his superiors.

"Shet!"

"Let's gather information on 'Sato Satomi' and submit clues about supernatural powers within three days?"

If he had that ability, he would definitely monopolize the supernatural power for himself, and then go back and shove the heads of those who gave orders into their asses!
No,

Not only him,

Everyone else is planning the same thing, right?
Taking the opportunity to rub his forehead, Commissioner Smith discreetly scanned the room.

Besides him, there were five other agents: all of whom were carefully selected. However, without the support of the island nation's government, they would not only find it difficult to move an inch, but also face numerous difficulties in their operations in the island nation. They didn't even know how to get started.

The great magician Ashiya Dōman self-destructed in front of the whole world, scattering fragments throughout the island nation.

The island nation is neither too big nor too small, covering at least 37 square kilometers.

For a large country, it's just the size of a province.

There used to be hundreds of millions of people living there, but now there aren't that many anymore; even if it's just a province, searching for them would be a huge undertaking.

"Everyone, do you have any leads?"

Upon hearing Smith's question, the other agents in the room all shook their heads.

They were indeed top-notch agents. Having just arrived in the island nation, they were, if not completely clueless, at least just starting out: establishing their own intelligence network, collecting all sorts of supernatural information, and then going to verify it. Relying on this kind of luck-based approach, the rewards were predictable.

but,
You can't say you gained nothing.

"Sir, that's how we do our job."

One agent helplessly spread his hands in explanation, saying it wasn't that they weren't trying, but rather:

"Without the assistance of the island nation's government, no, we also need to avoid the island nation's government."

"Then I aimlessly collected those rumors and gossip—and finally found out that they were all just fantasies of idle guys."

If it weren't for the fact that Japanese yogurt is illegal, the agents would have suspected these guys were completely high on drugs.

"We don't even know what the great mage's 'legacy' is like!"

Books? Scrolls? Fruit?

Or something else.

How are they supposed to get their work done?
That's right, this is the kind of embarrassing situation these agents faced after infiltrating the island nation.

They claim to be pursuing Ashiya Dōman's legacy, but they don't even know what that legacy is: not to mention them, the vast majority of people in the entire island nation, and even the planet, are completely clueless.

In other words, the US dollar is still somewhat attractive.
Only then could they secretly control a local yakuza organization and quietly collect various kinds of information.

Otherwise, you'll be reported and arrested if you go out: the island nation is now very wary of 'foreigners' and will immediately call the police if you encounter one.

Mr. Smith,

"I've gathered some interesting intelligence."

Just when everyone was at a loss, an agent tried to speak.

“In a mountain village in Aomori Prefecture, there is a story of ‘fighting gods’. Legend has it that they worshipped a water dragon god a thousand years ago because this god could affect the water quality and make it contain poison.”

The scientific explanation is:

The water contained excessive levels of hydrogen sulfide, resulting in a phenomenon known as "toxic water."

Human nature dictates that when faced with something unknown, people tend to attribute it to supernatural beings or spirits.

"Later, the Water Dragon God was suppressed by the Cedar Tree God, and the belief in the 'Tree God' became popular throughout the village."

Essentially, it was because the large number of cedar trees planted purified the groundwater. To the uninformed ancient people, this meant that the 'cedar tree god' suppressed the 'water dragon god'.

"Then, with the development of technology..."

"The truth about the poisonous water came to light, and people realized that there was no need for any 'Fir Tree God' at all."

Water can be easily purified using technology; and the water purification plants were built by wealthy families from big cities, so:
"This family also brought the belief in the 'Fox God' to the village."

Therefore, the fox god replaced the tree god.

The once-famous Tree God Shrine has fallen into disuse and neglect.

The fox god's family held absolute power, monopolizing the faith of middle-aged and elderly people in the villages and towns.

As for why there aren't any young people here? Who among the young people of this era believes in God?

"The so-called 'Fox God' should be a branch of the faith under the 'Inari God'."

The Inari deity of the island nation is the daughter of Susanoo and Ōyamatsumi, and the son of Ōichihime. She is the god in charge of grains and harvests. Over the centuries, she has also incorporated elements of industry and commerce, gradually acquiring the symbolic meaning of wealth. She is the most numerous and popular deity in the island nation's shrines.

Island tradition,

If a company is doing well, it will donate a torii gate to the shrine.

The famous 'Senbon Torii' (thousands of torii gates) of Fushimi Inari Shrine in Kyoto were donated by thousands of wealthy merchants.

The densely packed vermilion torii gates stretch from the foot of the mountain to the summit, visually displaying the wealth of Inari, the god of inari. No one dislikes food and money.

Therefore, the belief in 'fox spirits' is widespread in island nations.

"I have no interest in the folk customs of island nations!"

Commissioner Smith raised his hand to interrupt the agent's report and frowned as he asked.

"So, what is the connection between this village and supernatural forces?"

“In recent days, the village has been frequently shrouded in dense fog.”

This should be a normal phenomenon: island nations are mostly mountainous, with mountains, hills, and plateaus accounting for about 75% of their total land area.

Therefore, the population of the island nation is almost concentrated in the three major metropolitan areas, while fog is common in mountainous areas.

"But the fog kept reappearing,"

"There are even rumors that there are monsters in the fog,"

"However, the local police station went to investigate but found nothing."

Then what else do you have to say?
Wait a minute, such a complete collection of legends should be enough to satisfy the officials in Congress.

“Alright,” Commissioner Smith gave the order, having made up his mind.

"Get ready, we'll head over there after the battle in Nagoya is over."

Finally, he casually asked a question.

What's the name of that village/town?

“Rongzhi Hill”.

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.

Kobe City,
Shinohara Town.

Inside a white, modern building, the rooms are decorated in an antique style: tatami mats, wooden tables, and antique-style televisions, all because the owner is over eighty years old.

"Master, isn't this it?!"

The butler, kneeling beside him, looked at the television.

He was so excited that he was trembling all over. If it weren't for a habit he had developed over decades, he would have almost thrown himself in front of the television screen to listen intently.

"Ah, the master that Takashi mentioned."

The sixth generation leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi, sitting in front of the television, was momentarily dazed.
Unexpectedly, his grandson had become a supernatural being and had even become an apprentice of Mr. Jinbe.

Yes, the old man didn't know before that his grandson had become a supernatural being: he had only heard him say that he had met a master and was going to learn martial arts from him.

To prevent his grandson from going down the 'yakuza' path, the assets that the old man, Shinoda Kenichi, left him were all 'clean' assets. His subordinates were naturally legitimate office workers—those he took to Takatsuki City recently were all the organization members he could contact.

Therefore, the dignified sixth generation leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi only knew his grandson's teacher's name.

Considering Ryuji's previous actions of borrowing the helicopter, it's not hard to conclude that:

Jinpei Matsumoto!

This powerful being who can control rivers,
That's Takashi's teacher!

"ha,"

"Ha ha,"

"Hahaha!"

Watching the fierce battle on TV, the old man couldn't help but burst into laughter.

He controlled the largest yakuza organization in the island nation, yet he was shut out by supernatural forces; unexpectedly, his grandson mastered this power first, and even gained a master and fellow disciples.

"The most affectionate person in the island nation is naturally not a bad person."

Bu Buzhang's deeds are truly world-renowned;

Niko Rei's values ​​are also quite normal. With these two as his fellow students, Takashi doesn't need to worry about his future.

"As expected of my grandson!"

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.

Completely unaware that because of his actions,

Matsumoto Jinpei, who keeps countless people up at night and makes them wish they could turn every inch of the island nation upside down, is currently engaged in a fierce battle with the 'Red Demon Mother Clothes Clan'.

brush---

The spear swept across, leaving a crescent-shaped trail in the air.

Rumble, rumble! !
The building behind Jinpei Matsumoto began to slide: it was cut diagonally in half, and the upper half was falling to the side.

competitive

The opponent's strength and attacks are extremely sharp.

However, Matsumoto Jinpei was not without a way to deal with it. As he fell backward to avoid the attack, he slammed both palms onto the street where the river was flowing.

"Kawakami-shu Tang Te - Water Strike!"

? !
The samurai wielding his spear suddenly lowered his head.
From the surging water beneath the warhorse, streams of water shot out, shooting upwards towards the horse's belly like spikes.

Pfft pfft pfft

The attack was too sudden; the 'Red Oni' behind the samurai didn't have time to cover the area below before streams of water pierced deep into the warhorse's belly.

You deserve to die!

As the warhorse collapsed with a mournful neigh, the samurai leaped to his feet, raising his spear high in the air.

Swipe forward—

Tear!

Flying Slash

"Kawakami-shu Tango - Water Flow Wall!"

With a raise of his hands, the surging water beneath him suddenly shot up into the sky, forming a wall in front of him.

Of course, water flow alone cannot block the opponent's attack, so Matsumoto Jinpei clenched his left fist and raised it, while his right hand was placed on the crook of his left arm, forming the classic 'bridge hand' posture; his muscles were tense and the water in his body was rushing out rapidly.

"Kawakami-style Tang-style Water Dumplings!"

In principle, this move is very similar to the 'Iron Block' move, both involving manipulating the body's fluids to enhance defense.

The only difference is that iron blocks vibrate the blood, while fish-man karate manipulates water.

If you cover it with an imposing aura, it becomes the superior skill 'Plum Blossom Skin'.

Bang!
The invisible slash first tore through the water.
Then it landed heavily on Matsumoto Jinpei's arm.
It made a dull thud and left a red mark on his arm, but it didn't break the skin or bleed.

"really,"

The knowledge in one's mind is the skill for fighting like a 'god'.

During this time, Matsumoto Jinpei himself has not been idle. He has been practicing every day and has gradually figured out some tricks.

The middle-aged man displayed his 'Fishman Karate' and fought to a standstill with the 'Red Oni Mother Clothes Clan': after all, this was the signature skill of the Fishman race, and in this aquatic environment, it was naturally no match for someone's mass-produced 'Beginner Swordsman'.

"So strong!"

Satomi Sato, hiding in a building in the distance, couldn't help but clench her fist, her eyes gleaming.

"Uncle Jinbe has gotten stronger again, just as I expected—"

No wonder he's her husband.

(End of this chapter)