A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 194 One Shonie?

"Follow your heart, little girl!"

The agent, whose muscles bulged like roots, attacked fiercely while simultaneously offering words of advice.

"You don't need to step into this mansion to have great power, a bright future, and people who love you. Why suffer?"

The agent, who had completely dropped his pretense, not only delivered punches and kicks as heavy as cannon fire, leaving a large crater on the ground and causing walls and houses to collapse when he hit them, but even the words he spoke clearly exceeded the information he should know.

At least the agent with the injured arm was completely confused.

"That guy is no longer our colleague."

Hiding around the corner of the house, Commissioner Smith spoke in a low voice.

"The mastermind behind it all"

They're off the field.

"Yes, yes, little chick."

Once again knocked away, Sakiko Igarashi, who possesses supernatural power but whose performance can only be described as 'awkward', launched another attack while excitedly trying to persuade him.

"What's so great about that jerk? You still have me!"

They're not even going to act anymore.
Have you finally revealed your true feelings?

Commissioner Smith, who was watching from the sidelines, thought to himself,

It's not hard to see from those diaries that this 'clergy' girl not only had premarital sex, but the object of her affections was her best friend: this is practically kidnapping her!

No wonder Hinako couldn't understand; anyone with a normal mind would be confused.

"Sakiko, we'll talk about your matter later."

First, Sakiko Igarashi, the 'sports idiot,' was forced back with a single slash. Then, Hinako Fukami, wielding a long naginata, fixed her gaze on the agent whose body was swollen.

"As for you—"

"I told you, you're noisy!"

With a swift thrust of his longsword, it bypassed the defense formed by the agent's fists and plunged deep into his throat.

“It’s none of your business, as an ‘outsider,’ interfering in our affairs.”

The knife pierced the throat, tearing the tongue and vocal cords. However:
"Hehehe,"

A low, hoarse laugh, like the rubbing of tree roots, came from the agent's stomach.

"Young lady, I'm doing this for your own good."

Snapped,

He raised both hands and grabbed the blade of the naginata.

As the weapon pierced his neck, the American agent, whose face contorted into an aged mask, revealed a 'kind' smile.

"Times have changed,"

You don't have to depend on anyone.

"With your strength, you can easily solve either your mother's illness or your father's debts."

The masked agent spoke of a 'secret' unknown to Smith and the others. It was clearly a faction within the town: in Smith's view, it was undoubtedly one of the Divine Tree's forces.

"You can stay a high school student with your friends forever, as long as you like."

Whether it's a game or a friendship, no one dares to interfere.

"Yes, yes, that's it!"

Sakiko Igarashi, who had been slashed away once again, got up from the ground and crawled towards Hinako Fukamizu on all fours.

"How about we go back to the way things were? Hinako, Hinako, just like before. We promised that neither of us would run away, and that we'd both get boyfriends."

The subtext of this agreement is that if one party doesn't have a boyfriend, the other party won't either.

It's almost equivalent to a different kind of 'confession'.

"Sakiko, I understand your feelings. But before that—"

With a push of his feet, he retreated backward as if by teleportation, and as his fingers fell, he pulled out the naginata that had pierced the "American agent".

"Outsiders, leave our town!"

The sailor-uniformed girl was clearly angry as she pointed the naginata at the 'agent'.

"Hehehe, stubborn as a mule."

Faced with this scene, the 'agent,' whose muscles bulged like the roots of an old tree, spread his arms, and his severed fingers visibly emerged.

"Your attack is ineffective. Killing you here will stop the celebration just as well!"

"Immortal?"

Seeing the 'agent's' whiskers protruding and intertwined around his neck, Hinako Fukami was not surprised.

Supernatural forces have been present on the island for quite some time, and monsters with 'immortality' are everywhere: the 'Nightmare' in the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons is a prime example. The scene before us is nothing to be alarmed about, but how to deal with this situation:
"It is said that as long as one can use 'Wei Dou', it is enough to kill gods and destroy ghosts."

The term '威斗' (wēi dòu) refers to the domineering Onmyōdō (the Way of Yin and Yang), and because of Kaori Inoue, it replaced '霸气' (bà qì) as the official term.

The island government also heard about this 'power' from Kaori Inoue, which has the ability to kill gods and demons.

Or rather, powerful gods and demons all possess the power of 'powerful combat'.

"what?"

The 'agent' covered in woody root-like growths couldn't help but laugh.

"If you can do it, then give it a try!"

Want to exude domineering power?

It's not that simple, little girl.

"Stop talking nonsense and prepare to die!"

Rumble,

The agent, no longer 'concealing' himself, transformed his muscles into roots with independent life, writhing, throbbing, and radiating raw power; his body also began to swell, growing from 1.8 meters tall to a 3-meter-tall monster in the blink of an eye.

"Hey?"

Before the fully alert Hinako could make a move, another voice rang out.

"No, no, sir!"

That was 'Sakiko Igarashi', with a large hole in her chest and an insect-like mouth.

"You can't hurt Hinako, we agreed, as long as you stop her—"

"roll!"

With a single swing of its massive arm, the 'agent,' now transformed into a masked tree-man, swept away 'Igarashi Sakiko,' who instinctively tried to block its way.

boom! !

It slammed into the nearby building like a cannonball, the deafening sound piercing through the house—but then came a second, a third.
With a casual strike, the poor 'Igarashi Sakiko' pierced through three buildings.

"Useless trash, can't even do this little thing right."

Just as the masked treant turned its head, a silver light suddenly slashed diagonally across its body!
The next second, the building behind the tree began to slide down, and half of the house slowly collapsed with a rumble, as if it had been cleaved in two by a single slash in mid-air!
This was the furious Hinako Fukasui, who leaped high into the air and slashed down with her sword.

"How dare you hurt my friend—"

Unforgivable!

The naginata sliced ​​directly through the tree-man's body.
"Useless, useless!" On the split chest of the 'Tree Man', a large number of roots immediately grew out, intertwined, and regenerated together.

The wound was visibly healing, and the old man's masked 'smile' turned into mockery.

"How could a mere swordsman possibly kill me?"

Essentially, this is a creation made by someone using the 'Abundant Fruit'. Without a powerful attack, how could it possibly be defeated?
With someone's power, turning a flesh-and-blood body into a tree would be incredibly easy. It's just that in the world of One Piece, most people are quite straightforward; even the most bizarre abilities, if they fall into their hands, are used 'openly and honestly,' otherwise they could do all sorts of horrifying things.

brush--

A giant hand suddenly reached out.
Ignoring the naginata that was slashing at him, he let the blade slice across his palm and grabbed his opponent in one swift motion.

"To make you understand the difference between mortals and gods!"

Grabbing the struggling deep-sea hatchling, the treant lifted it high, and then:
boom! !

It slammed heavily onto the ground.
The earth suddenly cracked open, and cracks spread in all directions like a spider web; the girl holding the naginata had half of her body smashed into the earth.

Before it was even finished, numerous roots sprouted from the torn palm, completely enveloping the Deepwater Hatchling.

After stripping her of her ability to resist, the towering tree-man continued to lift her up:
Then it slammed heavily onto the ground on the other side.

boom! ! boom! ! boom! !

The scene was like pile driving, with one huge crater after another appearing; it could only be described as brutal.

"No, no!"

From the hole in the nearby building, Sakiko Igarashi, dressed in the gorgeous 'Chihaya,' burst out again, her spiked club slamming heavily onto the tree spirit's wrist.

"You are not allowed to hurt Hinako! Not even a god!"

Click!

This monstrous 'Igarashi Sakiko' is indeed a sports idiot; her fighting is like dancing: and it's the kind of dance a priestess performs, all very methodical and slow.

However, her strength should not be underestimated. She was just 'unharmed' by Hinako Fukasui before, so it was not obvious.

This blow severed the masked tree man's wrist.

Glug glug glug

The previously tightly bound Hinako took the opportunity to cut her roots open and fly away.

"Run!"

Sakiko, the 'Goddess' wielding a spiked club, shouted as she fought off the masked tree spirit:
"Go to Changxi's house!"

"As long as Hinako is happy and safe, I'll be content—"

"Don't try to stop me!"

boom! !

Just as the enraged masked tree-man slapped the 'betraying' Sakiko Igarashi into the ground, Hinako Fukami, covered in wounds and with her sailor uniform tattered, finally slowly stood up.

"Williams?"

The girl in the sailor uniform gritted her teeth as she glanced at her friend who had been slammed into the ground.

"For the town, for Sakiko, and for myself."

The girl stood with one foot in front of the other, holding her naginata high in the air.

"Outsider, give it to me—"

With a roar, the girl poured all her faith, killing intent, and inner energy into the naginata in her hand. As she slashed, the mist of the entire town surged up and clung to the blade.

As the blade slashed out, a surging mist followed, forming a 'light curtain';
A mist, both multicolored and seemingly only gray and white, slashed at the masked tree-man like a painter's brush.

"die!!"

A slash filled with murderous intent descended, sending pale mist whistling forward.

Like an eraser wiped away, the masked tree man was completely 'washed' away and reduced to ashes!

With a single strike, even gods and demons would flee in terror.

sharp,

Someone raised an eyebrow.

This strike wasn't simply a display of domineering power. No, it was merely a clumsy imitation of domineering power.

However, the mist carried by her longsword had the special effect of disintegrating everything, directly blasting the 'Tree Man' into nothingness.

This is awesome.

The fruit of art is inherently a very extraordinary fruit.

The concept of art has no absolute definition; rather, it changes constantly with the times.

Painting, sculpture, architecture, music, poetry, dance, drama, and film can all be art; at the same time, swordsmanship can be art, and war can also be an art, belonging to the kind with a truly very high ceiling.

game,

It's called the ninth art!
With the development of deep-sea hatchlings

Her artistic fog can distort reality and erase matter, making it truly terrifying.

But it doesn't matter, all her development is the foundation for someone to become stronger: such a characteristic is not bad.

"Hmph, you think you've won?"

The form vanished, and the aged voice echoed over the town.

"Stepping into the Changxi family will bring you an absolutely tragic fate. I'll be watching."

"That was my own choice,"

After retorting to the sky, the wounded Hinako Fukami twisted her wrist, and the naginata in her hand suddenly stopped in front of the forehead of 'Sakiko Igarashi', who had just crawled out of the mud.

"Sakiko,"

"No matter what I become, you will always be my best friend."

"This will never change in my lifetime."

"lifetime?"

The monster Sakiko froze, tears streaming from her rolled-back eyes.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry"

"I only have Hinako as my best friend; I can't live without you."

As she cried, countless cracks spread across her exterior, finally bursting open: the monster's appearance and the 'god's' attire peeled away, revealing a girl with short pigtails wearing a sailor uniform underneath.

"So, you're not going to pay me back the five hundred yen you borrowed?"

The girl, now back to normal, looked up and cautiously asked her friend for confirmation.

"."

Five hundred yen,
In island nations, the concept of 'bondage' is synonymous with 'connection'.

Sakiko Igarashi once borrowed 500 yen from Hinako Fukami and then kept delaying paying it back: because this represented the 'fate' between them.

"whatever."

"Hinako is the best—"

The girl with short pigtails who heard this answer,
She stopped crying and started laughing, got up, and threw herself into the arms of her best friend who was holding a naginata.

(End of this chapter)