A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 197 Smith: I just love watching women fight.

Sugisugami Shrine.

"I never expected to come back here after all this time."

Arriving at the back mountain of the shrine, following the instructions in the diary, they unlocked the seal of the Five Elements Earth Storehouse, revealing a simple, sheathed samurai sword bearing the Taira clan's Agehacho crest, which filled Commissioner Smith with emotion.

Finally, his opportunity arrived—?!

The cold metal pressed against the back of his head.

"Mr. Smith, don't move."

"Of course, of course."

Commissioner Smith raised his hand slowly and steadily and spoke first.

"Calm down, buddy."

"If you want this supernatural weapon, then go ahead."

As he spoke, he walked to the side, making the injured agent too embarrassed to fire.

No wonder!
There's no point in killing him now.

"Don't try anything funny,"

A gun was pointed at Smith's head, ready to fire at the slightest movement.

With his other hand, he crouched down and reached for the samurai sword below the altar.

Buzzing

The moment the agent grasped the samurai sword, he shuddered.

Snapped,

With a loosening of his grip, the gun fell to the ground.

Because it's no longer needed.

"Power, immense power, is surging forth!"

Completely devoid of the cold-blooded 'expression management' of a secret agent, the American holding a samurai sword has an excitedly ferocious face, roaring to the sky, as if he will completely transform into a monster at any moment.

I knew this would happen.

Smith, with his hands raised, almost rolled his eyes.
The reason he didn't grab the knife immediately, and didn't try to fight back, was because of this concern.

The spirit sword left behind by the Taira clan?

It's probably a demon sword!
If it really is something good...

Why didn't the Nishida family, descendants of the Taira clan, take it for their own use?
Clang!
The agent, having obtained the 'Spirit Blade,' couldn't wait to draw it from its sheath, and a silver light suddenly shone in the forest; the blade gleamed coldly, as if it had just been forged yesterday.

Just one glance made Smith feel as if his eyes had been cut open.

"Sir, you're not planning to use me as a test subject, are you?"

Faced with the humble and bowed Smith, the agent who had received the 'Spirit Blade' smiled knowingly.

"Don't be nervous, you're my boss."

That's what they said, but the other party had already given the order without any politeness.

"Now--"

"Come back to the Changxi family with me and stop the celebration!"

"Yes, as you wish."

Commissioner Smith answered without hesitation, bowing his head.

It turns out that there's no safe supernatural force in this eerie town.
Even among those 'deep-water girls,' one of them only gained that giant arm that could transform and expand after losing an arm and being branded with hot irons.

As for the other one who wields a knife, 'Hinako Fukami,' judging from her tone, she's been killing her way through the town, slaying countless monsters, and even taking down her own 'best friend.'

Clearly, no power is easily obtained, and the agents' operation was a complete failure.

Now that only Smith is left, he has come to terms with it.

So be it, but before I die:
To observe a battle between powerful individuals.

Not bad.

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Nagahi Residence

For the two agents,

No, for an agent or a supernatural being, getting in would be too easy.

"This way, sir."

Smith pulled up his sleeve, glanced at his watch, and gestured with his hand.

He was an elite agent, and he had already secretly attached a 'signal generator' to Hinako Deepwater: just as she kindly helped him up.

The signal generator looked like a wad of chewing gum; anyone stuck with it would at most think they'd accidentally touched it. It was a secret piece of equipment belonging to their special agents, and one of the reasons he survived.

"There's a barrier ahead,"

The agent holding the 'Spirit Blade' suddenly spoke.

Smith looked up and, sure enough, saw that the pillar in front of him was covered with a dense array of talismans.

This is the headquarters of the Fox God's forces: the Changxi family.

This kind of arrangement is quite normal.

"We mustn't alert them; let's take a detour."

"Yes,"

Have you completely stopped pretending?

Both in terms of language and habits, this agent was no longer the colleague he knew; now it was less a person wielding a knife and more a knife controlling a person.

Choosing a different path and carefully avoiding the servants wearing fox masks, Smith, accompanied by the 'knife-wielding man' behind him, arrived in front of a grand hall. The hall was covered with talismans, causing Commissioner Smith to hesitate.

"Sir, we're right here. We—"

"Go straight in."

Now that we've located their location, there's no need to hide anymore. And most importantly:

boom! !

A violent tremor resounded throughout the main hall.
If it weren't for the talismans pasted everywhere, forming a protective barrier against the impact, not only this main hall, but probably even half of the Changxi residence would have been overturned.

"I feel so happy today, so very happy," a murmured voice rang out, accompanied by tremors.

"Because of you, Hinako, you will disappear from our world!!"

Splash,

Accompanying this voice, filled with resentment, hatred, regret, and reluctance, was the sound of chains being swung, and:

call----

Flames roared out of the hall.

This raging flame stretched for over ten meters, creating a scorching firestorm that shot straight out of the hall, instantly burning away the air in its path and turning it into a vacuum. It then generated an extremely strong suction force, causing the surrounding air to surge in like a fierce airflow, relentlessly collapsing the space.

Just standing next to the main hall made Smith feel suffocated.

Then you get the illusion that your skin is dry and cracked, about to be set ablaze in a dazzling flame and burned to ashes.

Flames roared past, yet neither the main hall nor the surrounding earthen and rockery bore a single scorch mark, demonstrating that this mansion was no ordinary place.

"Rinzi,"

Another familiar voice rang out; it was Hinako Fukami.

"I will leave now and never appear before you again. So forget me and live happily."

Splash,

However, amidst the clanking of chains, another venomous voice continued speaking.

"Of course, I will forget you and erase you completely! Your name will no longer exist in my world or in my memories. Vanish!!"

Pfft

The sound of chains striking flesh rang out, clearly indicating that Hinako Fukami had been hit.

"I will not be erased, so—"

Then fight!
Smith outside the main hall,
They had already sneaked into the entrance of the main hall and were peeking inside.

In the center of the hall stood, as expected, a 'Deepwater Hinako' with a gigantic arm. Because her back was to the door, the Kuzunoha mark on her back was clearly visible. She also appeared to be wearing a fox mask on her head?
The other person was dressed in a black Onmyoji hunting robe, but unlike ordinary Onmyoji, it looked more like the attire of a 'noble'.

During the Heian period, there were strict rules regarding the color of clothing. Only princes and nobles of three ranks or above could wear reddish-purple; nobles of five ranks or above wore crimson; officials of six ranks wore blue; officials of seven ranks wore green; and even the emperor could only wear yellow on specific ceremonies.

The fact that a certain sealed-off Grand Yin-Yang Master dared to wear a bright yellow Yin-Yang robe proves that he believed he could rival the royal family.

The black hunting robe was worn by 'lower-ranking samurai' who did not hold an official rank.

or,
Those who are exiled.

"Unforgivable, Hinako!"

The person dressed in black hunting robes and wearing a tall black pointed hat indicates that she is an Onmyoji.

Upon closer inspection, Commissioner Smith discovered that the man's entire 'face' had detached and hung down, dangling from his chin, leaving only a 'core' of flames.

"You knew exactly how I felt, yet you kept deceiving me. I hate you! I hate you!!"

Accompanied by an angry shout, the female Onmyoji, who was "too ashamed to show her face," waved the iron chain in her hand, which resembled a "flying whisk." A large amount of flames surged out from the crimson iron chain and rushed towards Hinako Fukamizu.

"I did not lie to you!"

The flames were met by Hinako Akami's right arm.

Compared to the overwhelming, blinding flames of jealousy, Hinako's right hand was not very powerful. It was just a simple swipe of her claw, but it tore through the raging sea of ​​fire in an instant. It was sharp and unstoppable!
Logically speaking, since Deepwater Hina's silver right arm is covered in downy hair, it should be 'more hair means less fire'.

However, this arm possesses the power of a 'god'—originating from the girl's subconscious, imitating the arm of the 'Iwato Mountain God' from the Battle of Itabashi in Tokyo.

Therefore, it doesn't resemble a fox's arm, but rather a 'monkey's' arm: since it's the arm of a 'deity,' ordinary fire naturally can't harm it.

The girl who unintentionally eroded and shaped this town thought this way, and this is the characteristic she exhibited.

I don't want to see it.

After tearing through the flames, Hinako Akamizu, having regained her massive arm, spoke weakly as her enormous arm slammed down on her opponent.

"I don't want to see Rinko like this!"

brush,

The powerful punch missed its mark.

"I was so stupid to have been deceived by you until now!"

Her entire face peeled off, revealing Rinko's 'flesh and blood' covered in flames, and she spoke with resentment.

Unlike the athletically challenged Sakiko Igarashi, Rinko Nishida comes from a prestigious family and excels not only academically but also in sports. She even privately practices her family's swordsmanship and Onmyodo (yin-yang arts).

"I did not lie to you!"

Hinako Fukami, who was fighting and defending herself, was extremely aggrieved.

"I really, really only played with Xiu."

If Rinko Nishida and Osamu get together, as 'partners' who grew up playing Gundam models and acting out various space battles together, Hinako Fukami will bless them.

? !
Rinko, whose head was constantly spewing flames, stopped.

But this is not a peaceful and tranquil state of mind; rather, it is the deathly stillness before an explosion.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

The next moment, countless crimson cracks appeared on Nishida Rinko's Onmyoji robe, as if her entire body was made of flames and magma, about to break free of the clothing and erupt completely.

"This is it, this is it!"

"Do you know that Xiu has always liked you?!"

Xiu won't show it in front of you, because he's a man—

With a roar from 'Nishida Rinko', countless liquid-like flames erupted from her center.

The crimson ring formed by the shockwave spread rapidly in all directions. Lava waves rolled, and countless sparks of heat sprayed from 'Nishida Rinko's' body into the entire hall, like a volcanic eruption. As the golden flames fell, they burst into dazzling sparks.

The flames fell to the ground, making a terrifying 'sizzling' sound;
The entire hall was trembling, and a large number of talismans were spontaneously combusted, as if they were about to collapse.

"But I'm different, I'm a woman!"

"I want you to experience all of Xiu's anger and sorrow firsthand."

Rinko Nishida, bursting forth with countless flames that nearly filled the entire hall, brandished her crimson iron chains and lunged at Hinako Fukami once more.

"I won't allow you to cause my beloved man such pain!!"

A supernatural woman pulling hair is truly extraordinary.

Smith, hiding outside the main hall, ignored his scorched hair and profuse sweat and watched with great interest.

Fight, fight!
(End of this chapter)