A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 185 The End of the Old Era
"Is it foggy in Nagoya?"

"It must be some kind of supernatural means."

In Akizuki's home in Itabashi Ward, Tokyo, Ritsu Akizuki is putting on a show of 'analysis'.

"In this way, attacks such as beyond visual range will no longer be possible."

Actually, that's not necessarily the case. You could send out 'scouts' to locate the coordinates at close range, and then have heavy artillery and missile clusters bombard the coordinates from the rear. However, if you do that, the scouts on the front line will most likely be wiped out.

"Is close-quarters combat necessary?"

Kaori Inoue thought about it for a moment, and it seemed that it had no effect on a 'supernatural expert' like her.

"Yes, under this fog, we can only fight in close combat."

The guns and cannons are still usable, but it's a step backward to World War II.

Perhaps governments can develop new investigative methods, but what does it matter?
By then, the supernatural world will have developed into something unimaginable: with more and more pieces on the board, the power that Akizuki Ritsu can wield will become stronger and stronger.

How can slow-developing technology compare to the speed and convenience of divine powers?
In Smoker's hands, the Smoke-Smoke Fruit is nothing more than a punching bag: the deceptive power of smoke is rendered useless against Observation Haki; the Logia-type elemental transformation ability is a joke against Armament Haki: upon entering the New World, he suffered three consecutive defeats and was completely rendered obsolete.

But in this world,
The fog created by the Smoke-Smoke Fruit is enough to render countless high-tech reconnaissance capabilities helpless.

Want to move freely through the fog? Then practice your Observation Haki—no, I mean, the technique called 'Circle'.

"It seems the battle has come to an end."

Standing up, Qiuyue Lu prepared—

"It's time to go to bed."

"Um,"

It's hard to say about other countries, but in this island nation at this latitude, hundreds of millions of people stayed up all night watching Nagoya Battle: Planet, which is still nighttime in this region.

Now that the war is over, everyone should go and rest.

Kaori Inoue
Naturally, they stayed at Akizuki's house.

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.

"Nagoya is shrouded in a vast fog?"

"Yes, the fog is spreading very quickly, beyond Nagoya city proper, and even showing signs of spreading to surrounding cities."

Military forces around the world immediately recognized this problem: once the fog enveloped the city, it was no longer possible to eliminate the enemy from afar as in the Gulf War. Moreover:

"Director Fujita, I heard that your side has a supernatural being who has seized an 'automatic defensive psionic shield'?"

"Yes,"

During the video conference,
After a slight hesitation, Director Fujita readily agreed.

Previously, on the battlefield in Nagoya, reconnaissance drones from various countries were densely packed; the cameras carried by the mercenaries broadcast live information from the front lines back to China.

Therefore, it is quite normal for various countries to have learned about the 'Red Demon Mother Robe'.

"I wonder, could we perhaps study this?"

"This issue needs to be discussed with the relevant supernatural experts."

Director Fujita immediately refused, and not only that, he also reminded these 'allies'.

“The supernatural powerhouses who obtained the ‘Red Demon Mother Robe’ are all warriors from the island nation: if something happens to them, it will be a major blow to our cooperation.”

"Ladies and gentlemen, we will attempt to obtain samples for research. But please do not have too high hopes."

Because of this kind of 'ritual implement',
Most likely, some special materials are needed.

For example, for every 'Red Demon Mother Robe' made, a 'Red Demon' will be harmed.

Without materials, all technological means are futile: Director Fujita was not enthusiastic about researching the 'Red Demon Mother Garment,' but rather:

"If you all truly desire to obtain this spoils, then—"

Go to Nagoya and take it for yourself!

"Kill the 'Red Demon Mother Robe' and you will obtain the 'Red Demon Mother Robe'."

Easier said than done!

During the video conference, high-ranking officials from various countries almost rolled their eyes in a compromising manner.

Those 'Red Demon Knights' are immune to guns and cannons; the only way to take them down is through melee combat.

However, the number of 'super soldiers' currently in the hands of various countries is pitiful, and most of them are only at the E-level; how can they fight against C-level demon knights?

There is absolutely no chance of winning!

wrong,

Perhaps the Korean 'Queen of Light' could win.

The question is, can they really control that 'Saint Park Ha-yeon'?

It turns out that only supernatural powerhouses from island nations have the opportunity to obtain this 'psychic shield'!
They simply couldn't win. Aside from nuclear weapons, they'd used most conventional weapons: whether a nuclear bomb could even kill these 'Red Demon Knights' was questionable. Besides, even if they were defeated, there was no way to recover their 'magical equipment'.

One step at a time, one step at a time!

Governments around the world can only step up the training of their 'super soldiers,' hoping that these people can catch up with the level of the island nation's supernatural powerhouses.

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.

Osaka,

Kobe City,
Nada Ward, Shinohara Town.

"Sir, the Osaka Police Chief is calling."

In that white house, the old housekeeper approached with a phone, asking questions of the elderly man sitting in front of the television, slowly sipping his sake.

“Tell him I’m busy.”

The sixth head of the Yamaguchi-gumi spoke calmly, as if the other party were merely the president of some nameless trading company.

"Yes,"

The old butler immediately went down to report.
The hunched back immediately straightened up.

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Chief."

"Yes, sir, something came up; I feel really bad that you had the minister call."

"No, no, no, it was I who disturbed you."

The Osaka Police Headquarters came through the phone, and the chief's gentle voice said: "I can't believe this is the same person who once threw the sixth head of the Yamaguchi-gumi into prison."

"I will visit you in person another day, when you have time."

Today is different from the past,
The rise of the Shinoda family is unstoppable.

If you don't try to repair the relationship now, it will be too late to regret it once the Yamaguchi-gumi attacks the Metropolitan Police Department!
Takashi Shinoda, the grandson who was 'exiled' by the Sixth Boss, actually gained supernatural powers in 'Takatsuki City'. He even became the apprentice of the powerful man who obtained the 'Ashiya Secret Technique', and had several fellow 'siblings' who were all experts who dared to fight against supernatural beings.

In that case, who would dare to offend them?

I don’t want to live anymore!

In fact, not only the police headquarters,
The Osaka City Hall and Osaka's celebrities and dignitaries all called, wanting to establish a relationship with the sixth generation leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi.

Then they were all rejected.

"Sir, everyone in the team has arrived."

"Make them wait."

The old man, nicknamed "Ninja Tsukasa," had endured most of his life, but now he finally didn't have to!
He sat in the room, sipping sake and watching the rescued people on TV, recounting his grandson's bravery: protecting them as they fought their way out of the city and withstanding the bombing of the "King Kong Warriors," he was practically a legendary "chivalrous knight-errant."

"Takashi, you did a great job."

In the past, the old man would definitely have scolded his grandson, but in this supernatural era:
"This is no longer something an old man like me can comment on." The era to come belongs to the young.

It belongs to the supernatural!

After sitting for another hour, hurried footsteps approached from afar.

"grandfather,"

The door was pushed open, and Takashi Shinoda, his body wrapped in bandages and his arm in a sling, strode in.

"Are you looking for me?"

"Look what you've done—"

As soon as he entered, the old man pointed out the injuries on his body and questioned him, leaving the young man standing awkwardly at the door.

"this is"

"Come in and sit down."

However, the old man was just habitually scolding him.

"Tell me in detail about your master and your experiences in Nagoya."

"Yes, Grandpa."

Upon entering the room, Shinoda Takashi, covered in injuries, recounted his experiences in Takatsuki City, including meeting his master and strategist Sato, and then encountering Urabe Akira and Nika Rei.

"Master Matsumoto appears strict and serious, but he is actually a very gentle person."

"Strategist Sato is in charge of devising plans, and we all listen to her."

"Zhang is still searching for his childhood sweetheart,"

"Ling clearly likes Zhang."

The old man listened as his grandson recounted his companions, nodding slightly.

They are all good people.

That makes sense. Unlike him, who grew up in the yakuza world, Takashi grew up in a normal environment and naturally associated with 'good people'.

"Because we heard about the supernatural disaster that happened in Nagoya, our master brought us here to help defend against it."

"This was my first time trying to 'fight for justice,' but I failed."

Speaking of which,

A depressed young man recounted his experiences in Nagoya.

"Only after experiencing failure and victory, after fleeing and suffering, can a man stand on his own."

The old man sighed as he repeated these words.

"Your master is a true man."

It's not just about ability, but also about character.

"Of course Master is amazing!"

Shinoda Takashi nodded heavily. In his mind, Matsumoto Jinpei was the strongest, having defeated the 'Red Demon Mother Clothes Clan'.

"I will keep my master's teachings in mind and become a true 'chivalrous person'!"

Is it chivalry?
Silly child, Grandpa was just kidding you.

However, in this supernatural era, being a chivalrous knight-errant is not bad either.

"If you have any questions about internal matters in the future, just ask that 'Strategist Sato'."

"If you have any questions about the outside world, just ask your master."

After giving the young man his final instructions, the old man gave him one last, deep look and then waved goodbye.

"Go."

"Then I'll be going now, Grandpa. I'll come see you again later."

Shinoda Takashi, who rushed over after receiving a call from home, got up to return to his master and fellow disciples: Satomi had obtained a 'Red Demon Mother Robe', which aroused great curiosity among the others, who all studied it in various ways.

"Sir, the team has been waiting for two hours, look—"

"Let's go."

The old man stood up only after his grandson left.

"The Sixth Generation Boss has arrived!"

splash,

As the wooden door was pulled open

An elderly man dressed in formal attire stepped into the Yamaguchi-gumi's meeting room.

The meeting room had a simple, traditional layout: low tea tables with sake and tea were placed on the tatami mats on both sides. But no one drank a drop; the two rows of Yamaguchi-gumi high-ranking members had been sitting there for two hours.

If the sixth generation leader doesn't show up, then they'll just keep sitting there.

because:

"I know you've all heard about Takashi's situation."

The old man walked to the head seat and sat down, looking around: these were all high-ranking members of the Yamaguchi-gumi, many of whom he couldn't even command.

Now, they have all come at their command and are sitting here respectfully.

"That's how you give this old man a little face."

No one dared to answer this.

When the Yakuza developed to the size of the Yamaguchi-gumi, they were already divided into numerous factions.

After several splits, those who remain today can hardly be called loyal: everyone is out here for money, what else could it be for?
"Everyone here, please recite your farewell poem."

?

The two rows of high-rise buildings suddenly looked up, their gazes landing incredulously on the elderly man in the main seat.

"Grandpa, what are you saying?"

Even if it's about carrying out a purge, what does "those present" mean?
Indeed, everyone here knows perfectly well that this old man's grandson has become a supernatural being, and he'll definitely use this opportunity to purge the organization and seize power for himself. However:
“You’ve got it wrong, my grandson wants to be a ‘knight-errant’.”

The old man in the main seat actually smiled.

He was laughing very happily.
"As a grandfather, I naturally have to fulfill his wishes."

? !
"You old bastard!"

"Are you crazy? Without us..."

Those who could climb to the top of the elite sects were all meticulous individuals. In an instant, these people all stood up. Some cursed angrily, while others fled through the door.

Unfortunately, the sixth generation leader on the main seat didn't give them a chance at all:

"Like morning dew scattered in raging flames, Sun treads a blood-soaked path."

Since these people were unwilling to recite their death poems, the old man spoke up on his own.

The words fell——

The building was instantly enveloped in light.

boom! ! !
The entire Yamaguchi-gumi headquarters was instantly engulfed by the explosion.

(End of this chapter)