A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 26 The Three-Day Agreement
"Dad, what's this?"

"Don't panic, hide!"

In the crowd, middle-aged and elderly councilors shielded their foolish sons behind them, trying to appear calm.

Compared to ordinary people, his family is certainly high and mighty, but in this hall, he is just an insignificant figure: even if the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up.

However, their fate was sealed from the beginning: no one knew that it was not America that brought about their deaths, but the two of them.

"This... gentleman samurai."

The American brigadier general stepped forward, seemingly preparing to negotiate with the other side.

"Is there some misunderstanding? We've never met before—"

Suddenly lean back

Draw gun

Pull the trigger!

The entire sequence of movements was fluid and took no more than 0.5 seconds!
boom! boom! boom!
This is the 'American-style Iaijutsu' from the founding of the United States, which can reach a speed of 0.2 seconds: the same high speed as the Iaijutsu slash of the 'Heisei Sword Saint' of the island nation.

However, how could the range and speed of cold weapons possibly compare with those of firearms?!

"These are firearms?"

With a slash of his golden longsword,
The 'samurai', who easily deflected the oncoming bullets, shook his head.

"too weak."

"What."

Shocked by the opponent's 'unscientific' act of using a knife to block a bullet, the American brigadier general subconsciously asked in surprise.

"I said--"

Under the stunned gazes of the island nation's elites, the 'Peace Warrior' slowly spoke.

"I'm too weak."

?

"A thousand years have made me so weak."

? ?
Ah, you call this weak?

What are we then, paramecia?

Everyone was shocked and speechless at the samurai's discontented words.

but:

After glancing at the 'skeleton soldiers' around them, the tycoons, dignitaries, and members of parliament all seemed to be deep in thought.

The resurgence of supernatural forces was no secret to them. While the outside world was still speculating, discussing, and debating, most of the people in this hall knew very well that it was indeed true, and that was the reason they had gathered today.

The "Black Hawk Down" incident in Setagaya and the "college student battle" that went viral online a few days ago are both real supernatural events.

Even the government has a case of someone who has "rejuvenated"!

The Hosokawa family is so impatient, it's infuriating!
They even went to the Metropolitan Police Department to snatch someone.
This resulted in a supernatural being with 'healing' abilities escaping during the chaos.

Damn it!

So the Hosokawa family died.

Having offended all the powerful figures in the entire island nation, they have collectively "disappeared" from top to bottom, as if the family had never existed.

But others continued to search for traces of the supernatural, and unexpectedly:
The other party actually came to us on their own.

"how,"

"Aren't you going to continue the attack?"

The 'samurai' wielding the long, golden spinal sword seemed to be waiting for the junior to continue his attack; seeing his opponent frozen in place:

"Well then, it's my turn to make a move."

"Shoot him!"

"Mitsugumaru".

The response came from the golden longsword in his hand.

"Yes, sir—"

Pfft

The next second, the golden spinal blade flew out, turning like a swallow and gracefully bypassing the American brigadier general's neck.

There was no gushing blood, no struggle before death.

The brigadier general's body fell straight down.

thud,

When it fell to the ground, it had already turned into a dried-up mummy!
Instant kill

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

"This, this, this"

"How dare you? How dare you?!"

Such a horrific manner of death caused the dignitaries in the hall to lose their composure. Like sardines in a can, they shoved and jostled frantically toward the center: hundreds of people were squeezed into a single, breathtaking sight.

Whether they are the heads of large conglomerates, CEOs of emerging elites, or members of parliament, they all reveal their ugly side when faced with life-or-death threats.

"Fack—"

"Fight him!!"

The American officers, on the other hand, drew their pistols while cursing angrily.

It wasn't that they were particularly brave, but rather that they knew they were doomed: the other party seemed to be an 'ancient spirit' from the island nation, and had no reason to let them, these 'barbarians,' go; besides, they had gathered here to discuss how to deal with the 'supernatural being.'

From America's perspective, the other side was trying to wipe them out in one fell swoop!
“Kill them,”

Faced with these desperate American officers, the 'Peace Warrior' simply gave the order.

The one that carried out the order was the golden spine sword named 'Meishimaru'.

"Shit!"

"God bless."

puff,

The knife flew past.

The blade sliced ​​through the American officers who were firing wildly, leaving only mummified corpses lying on the ground in its wake.

This is a knife, so how could it be afraid of gunfire? Moreover, gold affected by Devil Fruits is more than ten times harder than steel, so even stray bullets wouldn't leave any marks on it, right?
Ding ding ding ding,

A series of sparks flew from the longsword as the last white old officer accurately hit the 'Life Eater' in mid-air one after another.

"it's useless,"

The golden spine-like longsword flying in the air spoke human language.

"A mere bullet can't hurt me."

"This is provocation, this is war!"

Having emptied his gun in one go, the old officer threw the pistol directly at the flying golden longsword.

"The most powerful nation in the world, America, will not let you get away with this—" "Wait,"

As soon as the 'Peace Warrior' spoke, the long sword that had been aimed at the white officer's neck suddenly stopped.

"you say,"

The samurai walked over step by step.
"Is your country the most powerful?"

"Demon, are you afraid?!"

Facing the old, white-haired male officer with his neck stiff, the samurai dressed in Heian period attire did not mock him, but instead gripped the hilt of his sword that was hanging in the air.

puff,

The long sword flashed, and the officer knelt down.

"Cough cough cough,"

However, the elderly white male officer did not die.
"I'll spare your life for three days."

Facing the frail, kneeling old white male officer, the warrior holding a golden longsword continued speaking calmly.

"Go ahead and gather the strongest people in your country. I'll be waiting for him here in three days."

"Let me see the 'strongest' nation of this era,"

"How strong is the strongest 'samurai'?"

???

Is this guy stupid?

No, he just said, 'A thousand years have made me so weak.'

Then look at this guy's attire, and the outfits of the 'soldiers' around him: they don't even have the classic 'battle cap' or 'leg wraps'; they're just typical Heian period 'miscellaneous people'.

It's quite simple. The term and attire of "ashigaru" (foot soldiers) in island nations, who wear jinkasa (military hats), carry kabanori (flags), and wield long spears, only appeared three hundred years after the Heian period.

It turns out it was an 'ancient' supernatural being, so:
"S-lord!"

A middle-aged man in a bespoke suit tumbled and crawled out of the crowded 'crowd'.

"I know the Sword Saint Machii. If you wish to spar with him, I can introduce you."

Doing this would be a disaster for that 'Heisei Sword Saint'.
But all he wants now is to live!
"Juggernaut?"

"it is good,"

Before the middle-aged man's surprise had subsided, a golden light flashed past him.

"After I have seen the strongmen of the barbarian country, I will pay them a visit."

thud,

As the desiccated corpse beneath the bespoke suit fell, a few short gasps rang out from the pile of people.

Then someone else covered his mouth!
"Your Mightiness,"

An elderly man with white hair stepped out and leaned forward.

Boom!
His knees slammed heavily onto the floor, his hands stretched out forward, and he prostrated himself on the ground.

"The Mitsui family is willing to follow your lead; please take them in."

this,

He actually knelt down like that?
Many people's eyes darted around, and their expressions became lively.

Yes, all the arrogant "American beasts" are dead, only one old guy remains.

They could have easily knelt down and submitted on the spot, acknowledging the other party as their master: it wouldn't be shameful to do so just to save their lives; besides, the other party was dressed like a noble samurai from the Heian period, and might even be their ancestor.

"Swear allegiance to me?"

The samurai spoke calmly.
"If the 'benefactor' were here, they would probably be interested."

Finished

Just as the silver-haired elder of the Mitsui family felt a sinking feeling in his heart, the other party continued speaking.

"But I am just a warrior, and I need nothing but my sword."

finished,

The 'skeletal soldiers' all around stepped forward!
A chilling murderous aura spread, its meaning self-evident: kill.

"No no no!"

"You can't do that! I'm a congressman—ah!"

"My family has connections with the Self-Defense Forces—ah!"

"Spare me—ah!"

Faced with the men and women on the periphery who were desperately showing off their 'family backgrounds', the skeleton soldiers remained silent, only thrusting their spears forward.

*Pfft, pfft*

The dried-up corpses fell in circles, like peeling an onion: cold and efficient.

No matter how powerful or wealthy you are.

Before this 'Peace Warrior,' they were nothing more than ants to be crushed at will.

Not bad, not bad.
As one soul after another is taken away
As he tossed the 'Life Eater' pill into his hand, the person sleeping in the prison rolled over contentedly.

Soul-Soul Fruit
It is possible to arbitrarily strip a person's soul, measured in units of lifespan.
These 'life' can be used to create 'Homitz', replenish life consumption, or unleash powerful skills.

It can be said that it is a Devil Fruit that is very powerful in both the early and late stages: given someone's current starting state, if they want to unleash certain powerful skills, they can only 'risk their life'—of course, they are risking someone else's life.

For example, these powerful and wealthy people are excellent consumables.

As for the councilor and his son who caused the original owner to go to jail?
Are you kidding?
He's just a mortal, why would he bother targeting him?
He was just a roadside animal that he casually killed: contributing his soul and life to his 'Reiki revival' cause.

That's how Akizuki Ryū does things.

"Hey,"

As the skeleton soldiers continued their slaughter, the silver-haired elder of the Mitsui family sighed and reached into his robes.

"Your Mightiness,"

"May I recite a 'farewell haiku'?"

"allow,"

The Heian samurai casually agreed.

The person knew, of course, that the old man was preparing to leave his last words.

But what does it matter? He was going to leave one American behind anyway: to announce the arrival of the supernatural era.

Then,

How will America respond?

It's a nuclear bomb, or a nuclear bomb, it's still a nuclear bomb after all~~ It's interesting to think about.

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.

P.S.: Bad news: I mentioned the reason for the revision at the end of the last chapter, but the reason was automatically deleted by me. (I'm both laughing and crying)

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