A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 19 Innocence
the next day,
The sun rose as usual.

Students from all directions gathered at Katsunaganan High School in Edogawa Ward.

However, today was a little different. In the classroom of Grade 2, Group 4, the atmosphere was heavy: the teacher looked serious and the students lowered their heads and remained silent.

In the back of the classroom, on the only empty desk, sat a vase of white chrysanthemums: in the customs of this island nation, this was a ritual to commemorate the deceased. This spot belonged to a student named 'Tanaka Taiji'.

A somber, heavy, and sorrowful atmosphere permeated the classroom.

That's right,

This is it!

On the big tree next to the classroom,

Tanaka Taiji, hidden among the leaves, revealed a smile.

Cry, apologize;

Feel regret and pain for the mistakes you have made!
"As everyone probably already knows,"

The teacher on the podium began to speak slowly in a deep voice.
"After leaving a suicide note, Tanaka disappeared; I deeply regret his misfortune."

Leaving a suicide note, even placing white flowers on his desk, coupled with the phone call from Tanaka's parents early that morning to inquire, confirms that:
Tanaka Taiji committed suicide.

"Tanaka-kun is a simple person and gets along well with everyone."

Ok?
The boy with the bowl cut hair on the big tree outside the window was stunned.
"Everyone must like him very much."

The teacher continued speaking.
etc,

"Although it is heartbreaking, all we who are alive can do is join hands to overcome the grief so that Tanaka can rest in peace."

Wait a minute, what went wrong?!

The boy hiding in the big tree outside the window was starting to suspect he was hallucinating.

Didn't I already ask the teacher for help? (I was...)
Thump,

"Why, Tanaka!"

A tall boy pounded his fist on the desk, looking down so no one could see his expression.

"If you have any troubles, you can talk to me about them. Aren't we friends?"

Huh? Friend—

The boys in the trees outside the window were so angry they laughed.

Yes, we are 'friends': 'friends' who are ordered around by you every day!
"Calm down, Eguchi."

"The dead cannot be brought back to life, Tanaka. Alas."

Several classmates nearby stepped forward to comfort the tall boy; they were all part of the same group: yes, the group that bullied Tanaka.

"It's so pitiful,"

"Waaah, I want to see you again!"

Some girls in the class even covered their faces and cried, and their sorrowful appearance did not seem fake at all.

"Don't be too sad, everyone. I believe that kind-hearted Tanaka would not want to see you like this."

The teacher went up to comfort the crying students, and under the leadership of the class monitor, the students took turns going up to the blackboard to write words of condolence. It seemed like nothing was more normal and heartwarming, but the boy in the tree outside the window was trembling uncontrollably.

stop,

Stop!
I didn't die just to watch this farce!
You've hit me, cursed me, ignored me, and driven me to this point!
Now that things have come to this, you're offering this fake condolence? You better recognize your mistakes, you bastard—

Knock knock knock,

Just as the boy on the tree trunk stood up, there was a knock on the classroom door.

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"Please come in,"

As the door was opened

They were a middle-aged couple, a man and a woman.

“We are Tanaka’s guardians, here to retrieve his belongings.”

Looking through the window and across the classroom, the boy saw the couple at the door, and his pupils contracted.

Curse them! Hit them! Just like you always do to me: Don't I tell you every day what it's like to be in this lousy school?!

"Even at the very end, it caused trouble for the teachers and classmates,"

The man, who usually seemed like a demon, bowed and scraped before the school teachers.

"I am so sorry."

"Please grief"

"Enough—!!"

Splash,

The window shattered instantly, countless glittering shards falling like snowflakes, and a figure crashed through the window and leaped into the classroom.

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"Tanaka?"

"You haven't already committed suicide."

"What's going on? Is this a prank?!"

Whether it was the teachers, classmates, or parents at the door, all eyes were on the figure that had smashed the window.

He was thin, had a bowl cut, and exuded an aura of being easy to bully.

"Damn it, don't make such a cheap joke—"

Give me back my tears!

After a moment of stunned silence, the boys and girls in the classroom suddenly became furious.

The teacher, being an adult, was stunned for a moment before another question popped into his head: This is the third floor, how did he get in?
"It's my fault, a huge mistake."

The man with the bowl cut straightened his tie and let out a long sigh.

Do they really think that their 'death' will make them repent?

That's completely the opposite of what you're thinking!
"Hey, you brat, why did you break the school's windows?!"

The middle-aged man who had just been bowing his head and apologizing was now furious and strode over, throwing a punch at Tanaka Taiji!

"Kneel down and apologize to me—"

Snapped,

The fist was clenched by five fingers.
"You should apologize, Father."

Baga,

"what!!!"

As Tanaka Taiji exerted a little more force

A chilling cracking sound rang out from the middle-aged man's wrist, and he instinctively knelt down on the ground.

"Aside from showing off your power to me at home, how are you acting like a father?"

They can't even trust their own children, let alone protect them!
"Tian Tianzhong"

The middle-aged man's scream instantly drowned out the angry shouts in the classroom. The tall Jiang Kou swallowed hard, somewhat unable to believe his eyes.

Is this domineering and terrifying man really Tanaka?

"estuary,"

Turning to look at the tall boy in the classroom, Tanaka shook off his 'father's' fist and walked towards him.

Step, step, step
As he moved forward step by step

The students in the classroom immediately panicked and backed away to the left and right.

Even the most oblivious student could tell: something was wrong with 'Tanaka Taiji' today!

"Apologize for your behavior and swear you won't do it again, and I will forgive you."

"Huh? Why would I—"

click,

Next second,
The world seemed to recede rapidly in the eyes of the tall boy.

Bang! !

Then it stopped abruptly: the violent tremor behind him indicated that he had crashed into the classroom wall.

"Pfft!"

Before he could finish speaking, a mixture of foul blood and lung fragments gushed out.

His whole body went limp and slid down, the shocking dent in his chest having squeezed his ribs into his heart and lungs, death was imminent.

The remaining people, utterly terrified, bit their palms tightly, afraid to utter a sound.

"As expected, the expressions on your faces now are exactly what I wanted."

Fear, regret, pain, terror!
"Tanaka-kun, violence is a crime—"

“I know, teacher.”

Turning his head to glance at the trembling teacher, Tanaka Taiji shook his head slightly.

"A weak person."

"Don't worry, I won't kill you."

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Amidst the horrified gazes of everyone, Tanaka Taiji walked toward the window he had smashed open.

"Because you will soon face bullying from the entire society."

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"Tian Tianzhong, don't do anything foolish." The teacher instinctively tried to dissuade him, but when his gaze fell on the boy kneeling on the ground;
Jiang Kou lay motionless in a pool of blood, his upper body limp, unable to utter another word.

The choice between dying now and dying later is not difficult.

Finished

His career and his life are over!
If a murder occurs in the class he is responsible for, as a teacher, he will definitely be dismissed, condemned, and held accountable. Bullying is everywhere in the island nation, but it is also the most hated bullying. If bullying is made public, the bully will be collectively ostracized, excluded, and oppressed by the entire society and the country.

If Tanaka causes even more trouble outside, his situation will be exposed;
It's not just teachers and parents; even classmates can be subjected to all sorts of legitimate bullying!
Since their own death cannot make them repent, then let's use the death of 'Eguchi' to plunge them into the abyss: suicide is commonplace in island nations, but murder is big news!

Especially school killings: even the powerful and wealthy do not want their children to be in danger.

"farewell."

The teachers who had already realized what was happening...

Amidst the despairing expressions of some students, Tanaka walked to the window and lightly jumped.

brush--

It did not fall, but instead took off.

It landed on a large tree outside the teaching building, and then disappeared from everyone's sight after a few leaps.

Now, he is going to carry out the mission assigned by that 'noble person'.

Kill someone.

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.

Nakano District,
Nakano High School Stadium.

"Asari, are you alright?"

"It's nothing, I was just brushed against by a 'bosozoku' (motorcycle gang)."

On a bench next to the sports field, a female college student with bandages wrapped around her face and elbows smiled and answered her classmates' questions.

"Just a superficial wound,"

"How could nothing be wrong—"

The two female classmates next to her were still worried.
“It would be troublesome if it left scars, wouldn’t you say, Yamoto?”

"Yeah, those guys are damned."

Yamoto, with his short, shoulder-length hair and cold face, spoke.

So they died.

"Death is such a waste."

"Ahem, Yamoto is always so serious."

Another female classmate with small tiger teeth, who looked somewhat like a cat, took out her phone to distract herself from her heart palpitations.

"Hey?"

This discovery was quite significant; it revealed some 'big news'.

"Look-"

"A 'parkour master' is putting on a street show in Nakano Ward!"

The four girls gathered together, their eyes fixed on the classmate's phone.

A video on a mobile phone shows a boy in a school uniform running down the street at an alarming speed, stepping directly on car roofs and railings as he races – more like a movie scene than parkour.

"really?"

"Movie CGI, or AI video?"

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Only the short-haired girl, Yamoto, had her pupils contract; even we couldn't do that kind of speed.

It's a supernatural being!

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.

"Hello, this is the Metropolitan Police Department."

"What? Please say it again? Okay, okay!"

Thump,

The secretary, clutching a tablet, rushed out of the door and hurriedly reported to the man behind the director's desk.

"Director, supernatural activity has been detected!"

"The other party is moving through Shinjuku Ward and into Nakano Ward at a speed of over 80 kilometers per hour!"

The urgent report from his subordinate made Director Fujita look up.

"Is she... a female college student?"

"No, Director, the on-site report says it's a male college student."

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Who is that male college student?

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.

"What was that just now?"

"Superman? Spider-Man, cool—"

Shinjuku Ward is Tokyo's busiest and most chaotic traditional shopping district: unlike Ginza, which is full of old men and well-mannered middle-aged elites, it belongs to unconventional young people and a world of fashion.

So when a figure sped through the city at a terrifying speed, passersby, while marveling at the sight, all pulled out their phones.

Videos like "Superman Appears in Tokyo," "Shinjuku Spider-Man," and "The College Student Chasing the Wind" spread instantly online!

It wasn't just limited to island nations; it quickly spread overseas.

We are now in the era of self-media.
Anyone can upload their own videos: food, clothing, housing, transportation, singing, dancing, or even silly antics, hoping to become an overnight sensation and reach the pinnacle of life.

So as many videos about this 'Tokyo Running Man' continued to appear, countless people and forces have taken notice of it.

"The network signal hasn't been cut off yet?"

"Director, all the major network operators have rejected it!"

In the chaotic Metropolitan Police Department, a secretary, her face covered in cold sweat, bowed and answered.

The reason is...

"I don't need a reason!"

Those bastards, no, I don't blame them.

He rubbed his temples hard. The news about 'supernatural existence' was top secret. How could those network operators have asked them to disconnect the Shinjuku network without their knowledge?

The potential losses they would incur made them refuse without even thinking about it.

The last major power outage in Setagaya Ward put NTT, the network operator, in a very passive position.

It can't be hidden anymore.
This time, a supernatural being is speeding through Shinjuku.
Such irrefutable evidence, witnessed, photographed, and videotaped by numerous people, will inevitably attract the attention of other countries, and:

What exactly is that supernatural being planning to do?
"Where's Migu?"

"Superintendent Miyako is en route to the scene by helicopter."

At the same time, a police officer in charge of surveillance shouted:
"The target has entered Nakano High School!"

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.

"Hey?"

The female college student looking at her phone was startled.
"It seems like they came to our school."

Whoosh—Boom!

A figure leaped over the wall and crashed heavily into the school's sports field: the plastic track shattered on the spot, and red plastic fragments scattered everywhere, mixed with sand and gravel from below.

"what?"

"people?"

The boys and girls who were sweating it out on the sports field all turned to look.

He was a boy in a school uniform, his messy hair flying backwards from the high speed, with a thin build and ordinary features.

but!

The big pit under his feet
Anyone with a modicum of sense would not consider him ordinary.

"I'm here to kill someone,"

Tanaka Taiji loosened his tie and looked around.

"Irrelevant people, please leave."

After speaking, his gaze fell on the edge of the sports field.

"scare,"

"That strange man is looking this way, let's go!"

The cat-like high school girl took Asari's hand, and tried to pull Yamoto with her other hand, but missed.

A girl with short, shoulder-length hair walked against the flow of the crowd that was instinctively backing away.

"Yamoto?"

"You should go and take refuge first,"

The moment their eyes met, the short-haired girl, Yamoto, already understood:
"Their target is me."

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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.

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