A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 4 Let's Dance, World
"Nani?!"

"Kill them—"

In the underground secret interrogation room, Ishii Heihachiro, a member of the Ishii Group, a subordinate organization of the Sumiyoshi-kai, loudly gave orders while subtly retreating.

Damn it!
Damn it! !

He is a true direct descendant of the Ishii family.

Naturally, there's no need to use drugs or fight on the front lines to establish status.

He didn't even touch cigarettes or alcohol, so Ishii Heihachiro was quite certain that he wasn't hallucinating!

A strangely beautiful woman in classical attire, and Yoshifumi Nitta whose ten fingers turn into blades—excluding the far-fetched explanation of a sudden mental breakdown, it must be a case of a 'paranormal event': but isn't this just a TV drama? These things don't happen in reality.
brush--

Suddenly, warm liquid splashed onto the ceiling.

"I"

Ishii Heihachiro, who had been retreating, was startled and instinctively lowered his head.

Five long 'sword marks' from his right shoulder to his left abdomen completely disemboweled Heihachiro Ishii!
Skin, muscles, ribs—all were slashed open without any resistance: even a so-called 'sword saint' couldn't do it so cleanly and efficiently.

"you"

Blood mixed with entrails flowed from the five knife wounds. Ishii Heihachiro raised his head, wanting to say something; however, the man who had ripped him open with his 'claw knife' had already charged towards the other yakuza members without stopping!
"Brother Nitta, spare my life—"

"Run away!"

"Mother,"

Despite their usual fierce and aggressive nature, yakuza members are ultimately just flesh and blood.
Faced with Yoshifumi Nitta, whose ten fingers transformed into sharp blades and who was committing a frenzied killing spree, they were all terrified and ran away in a panic, unable to even turn around and escape, let alone resist.

Under Yoshifumi Nitta's sharp blade, one by one, like rag dolls being torn apart by a little girl's scissors, they were utterly powerless to resist!

In the blink of an eye, only the Yakuza carrying the little girl remained, and he was horrified to find himself still standing there.

"You...you stay away from me!!"

"I have hostages—"

Just as this yakuza was trying to lift the little girl as a shield, his vision blurred.

Hey?
The world spun before his eyes, and he saw:

A headless corpse is holding a little girl hostage.

That's not my body.
thud,

Heads fell to the ground, and darkness descended!
"M-Uncle?"

The corpses behind her slowly fell down, but in the little girl's eyes, what was more important was the man in front of her, whose hands were covered in blood and whose flesh was twitching.

"Child"

After wiping out all the yakuza present in one fell swoop, the consciousness of the man named 'Nitta Yoshifumi' finally returned to normal.

But it was only 'some', not many.

Drug addiction is still tormenting him!
Mania, destruction!
"It's okay, it's okay."

The man, covered in blood, murmured softly, his eyes shifting between lucidity and confusion.

"It's far from over yet."

brush--

The voice behind him made the man named 'Yoshifumi Nitta' turn around abruptly.

Who are you?

Yoshifumi Nitta leaned forward with his back hunched and arms slightly raised, adopting a defensive stance to shield the girl he called 'Hina' behind him.

“You may call me ‘my esteemed guest’,”

The woman in dark robes smiled slightly and pointed to a corner of the room.

"Look, the camera."

???

The other person was dressed like a classical beauty from the Heian period, but spoke in such a 'modern' way that even the undercover police officer, shirtless man Nitta Yoshifumi, was taken aback.

However, he already understood what the other party meant.

"Sir, could you please look after 'Child' for me?"

As he spoke, Yoshifumi Nitta turned slightly to the side, revealing the little girl behind him.

"Can,"

The classical beauty seemed easy to talk to, but Yoshifumi Nitta hadn't forgotten that the strange changes in him came from her!

Or should we use "it" or even "He" to refer to it?

"Child, you stay here for now."

After comforting the little girl, the man, Yoshifumi Nitta, walked toward the door of the room.

Looking at his ten fingers, now transformed into blades, it seemed somewhat difficult to cleave open this special gate. So:

With his ten fingers together, it was as if he were using his own arm as a weapon. As soon as Yoshifumi Nitta thought of it, his arm transformed into two heavy long swords.

Then, he slashed fiercely at the metal door in front of him!
tear-

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at the same time,

"Everyone, bring your 'tools'!"

The building of Ishii Environmental Co., Ltd. was in complete chaos.

"Proceed to the second basement level corridor. Remember—everyone you see is an enemy; kill without mercy!"

? ?
Most of the 'younger brothers' who were running around were completely bewildered by the orders from their superiors: that is, the organization members.

What does it mean to see enemies everywhere?
It's not like we're filming a historical drama!
As for what's on the second basement level, everyone knows perfectly well—it's most likely where the undercover agents who were imprisoned escaped.

Even though Yoshifumi Nitta was once known as the "Demon of Umeda," he was still made of flesh and blood.

It's already incredible that they managed to escape; how could they possibly fight their way out?

Yes,

There are most likely 'accomplices' involved!
Otherwise, the undercover agent wouldn't have been able to escape.

tap tap tap,

As the group of armed yakuza members rushed down the stairs to the second basement level, they were surprised to see a man coming towards them.

"Arata?"

"No weapons? Comrades—?!"

The members of the Yakuza were stunned when they looked behind the former organization leader who was shirtless.

A classical beauty in ink-black attire?

No,

Dressed like this,

Are you planning to cosplay as a floor cleaning machine?

Just as the yakuza were completely baffled by the scene before them, Yoshifumi Nitta, unarmed, was already rushing towards them at high speed.

No,

It wasn't 'empty-handed'!
Amidst the astonished gazes of the yakuza members in the front row, Yoshifumi Nitta raised his hands high, his fingers transforming into sharp blades!
Pfft

The sound of flesh tearing apart rang out.

The world began to spin in the eyes of the yakuza members in the front row.

One claw decapitates!
This is completely baffling in a physical sense.

???

"monster--"

"Get out of my way, run!"

"Damn it, do you think we can handle this?!"

As several people in front of them were killed, the yakuza members wielding baseball bats and samurai swords turned and ran, wishing they had more legs.

How much do ordinary yakuza members earn in a month? Why risk their lives?
However, when they tried to escape, Yoshifumi Nitta, who was already in a bloodthirsty frenzy, was not going to let them go.

"die!!"

Having infiltrated the Sumiyoshi-kai for years, Yoshifumi Nitta has done all sorts of things—intimidation, drug use, violence—in an attempt to gain the trust of the yakuza. He has long been tormented by his sense of justice, and now, due to drug withdrawal, he has fallen into a state of madness. How could he possibly hold back?

With a swing of his arm, severed limbs and broken pieces flew everywhere;

As his five fingers swept across, blood spurted everywhere!

Not bad.
The classical beauty, dressed in an elaborate twelve-layered kimono and calling herself a "noble lady," was quite pleased with herself.

The Quick-Cut Fruit truly lives up to its reputation as an early-stage Devil Fruit; once eaten, it grants immense combat power, making it incredibly easy to crush weaker opponents. Even against a modern army... well, never mind; after all, it was just eaten and needs time to develop its full potential.

Ok?
"What, are you scared?"

The little girl's trembling caused the dark-skinned beauty, who called herself a 'noble person,' to glance down. The shock before her was indeed too much for a child.
"No!"

However, the short-haired girl named 'Hina' shook her head vigorously; the expression on her face was less one of fear and more one of:

excited?

"In the books from the orphanage, the phrase 'bloody battle' is often used to describe the ferocity of the fighting."

"This uncle really is a man who can command the wind and rain!"

"Heh, interesting."

The beauty couldn't help but chuckle at the little girl's answer.

As a time traveler and a remote-controlled clone, he naturally didn't care.

But this little girl named "Hina" was actually excited when she was there, witnessing this scene of carnage.

Is it really true that it's an island nation?

That's right,

This classically beautiful woman in ink-black robes, who calls herself a "noble person," is naturally the work of a time traveler who is still serving time in prison.

Shadow Fruit - Shadow Mage

With his power, he could easily destroy this yakuza organization, but doing so would be too targeted: the disappearance of a lawyer wouldn't attract attention in the short term, but the disappearance of an entire yakuza organization: even if the island nation's government expelled the yakuza from its citizenship, it would eventually be impossible to ignore it.

So, let's 'stir up' the water.

"It is another era of great contention, and there will be more and more 'kin' like this."

"Big sister, I don't understand what you're saying."

The classical beauty, who called herself a "noble person," simply smiled faintly at the little girl's attempt to elicit information through her cuteness.

You'll understand soon enough.

?

While the two were chatting,
Driven by a bloodlust, Yoshifumi Nitta has already set off in pursuit of the fleeing yakuza members.

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"Songla, bastard?"

"A ghost! It's an evil ghost!"

The other yakuza members, unaware of the orders, rushed to the lower level.

Two middle-aged and elderly people in casual suits stumbled out of the fire escape.

It is under the 'Sumiyoshi-kai'.
The 'team leader' and 'yokazu' of the Ishii group.

The underworld in island nations expands its power through a "direct-involvement-sub-group" model, forming a multi-layered nested structure.

Simply put, the Sumiyoshi-kai has many organizations of varying sizes under its umbrella; the larger of these organizations also have subordinate groups, such as the Ishii-gumi.

The 'team leader' is the boss, and the 'young leader' is the junior manager.

But now, these two powerful figures, who are usually surrounded by their underlings and have an extraordinary presence, are crawling on their knees.

No wonder they look like this. Their own organization has captured an undercover agent who suddenly transforms into a 'knife man' and slaughters everyone. Who wouldn't be confused?
"What is that? Some kind of weaponized human?"

The younger one, 'Wakato,' was clearly an anime enthusiast, and it was speculated that the other party was a fan of the Chainsaw Man series.

"idiot!"

The older 'team leaders' were relatively calm.
Their surveillance cameras not only recorded the visuals but also the audio.

"That strange woman called Nitta 'Kamaichiro',"

Therefore, Nitta Yoshifumi's true identity becomes obvious—

"Ahhhh!"

"Help! Help!!"

The screams and pleas for mercy coming from the building behind him interrupted the 'team leader's' thoughts;

That Nitta, no, that 'Kamaichiro', has already attacked.

"Taxi, stop! Stop!"

Two yakuza bosses, stumbling and crawling, rushed to the middle of the road, forcibly stopped a taxi, violently opened the car door, and squeezed into the vehicle.

"Gentlemen, my car is already available."

"Drive! Drive now!"

"Baka, can't you understand human language?"

The next second, the hard, black muzzle of the gun was pressed against the driver's temple.

"Private Marseille, private Marseille!"

The black muzzle of the gun, its cold, hard metal, made the driver instantly raise his hands and instinctively apologize loudly—a gesture that almost made the 'team leader' faint.

"Damn it, put the gun away! You, drive now, quick!"

The team leader pulled out a stack of 'Fukuzawa Yukichi' cigarettes and tossed them into the driver's arms, adding:
"Get rid of your enemies, and this money is yours!"

Oh.
So he was being hunted down by his enemies.

Both the driver and the passenger squeezed into the corner suddenly realized what was going on.

"Good, good."

The thick wad of ten thousand yuan in cash in his pocket forced the taxi driver to calm down.

Since it was an enemy chasing him, he felt relieved—as long as it wasn't aimed at him, he might even be able to make a profit.

As the taxi started moving again and the building behind them gradually disappeared into the distance, the two bosses of the 'Ishii Group' finally breathed a sigh of relief: although there had been countless deaths and heavy losses this time, as long as they were alive, they could still make a comeback.

splash,

Just then, as the two looked back, the building's glass shattered with a crash, and a figure leaped out.

Bang!
The figures landed heavily on the ground.
The next moment, their gazes met those of the two powerful figures from the underworld.

"Ishii!"

With a roar, the shirtless man strode forward and charged at an exaggerated speed.

No extra words are needed; the message conveyed by this gesture is crystal clear:

I've come to kill you all!
? ?
"Drive faster, faster!"

The young 'young leader' pressed the gun against the driver's temple once again.

"me--"

The taxi driver glanced in the rearview mirror and was completely stunned.

"Left side, left side!"

?

Instinctively turning her head, 'Wakato' saw a man running wildly, with his right hand raised high.

His entire right arm had transformed into the shape of a blade!

A cold light gleamed, and a chilling aura emanated from it.

Tear————

The next moment, the opponent's right hand slashed down fiercely.

The blade sliced ​​through the car roof, grazed the 'yoto's' arm, then cut through the seat, and finally the chassis:

The entire taxi was cut in half!

Squeak squeak squeak

The first half continued to glide forward due to inertia, but the second half was violently stopped.

"Ahhh, my hand, my right hand!"

As the 'Young Master' clutched his arm and wept, while innocent guests tumbled out on the other side, the elderly 'Team Leader' also drew his pistol.

"Go to hell!"

Bang bang bang bang!

The bullets whizzed toward the man who was inches away, but in the 'team leader's' despairing gaze, they exploded into sparks.

The Quick-Cut Fruit is not just about turning your body into blades; it also strengthens your body to the point of being as hard as steel.

"and many more--"

Just as the team leader was about to beg for mercy after pulling the trigger and only hearing a 'click-click' sound, a beam of light flashed above his head, across his chest, and down to his groin.

No, actually there are two.

As Yoshifumi Nitta cleaved downwards with both hands, the leader of the Ishii-gumi, the young head, was split in two.

The corpse, now in two halves, began to separate horrifically.

The passenger who rolled over next to him rolled his eyes.
He passed out on the spot.

(End of this chapter)