A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 44 Night Falls on the Earth
"The Prime Minister spoke earlier,"

All televisions, radio stations, and mobile phones in the island nation are uniformly broadcasting the Asahi Shimbun's live news broadcast.

"To deliver a speech on the tragedy that occurred in the square in front of the Prime Minister's official residence."

"This was a premeditated, man-made, and avoidable tragedy: preliminary investigations at the scene indicate that police arrested more than fifty terrorists of various nationalities and hundreds of members of illegal organizations, and seized a number of sniper rifles, rifles, and grenades."

On the television screen, the host solemnly read the announcement.

"The Metropolitan Police Department hereby appeals to the public: Please do not participate in any gatherings or rallies in the near future!"

"The island nation and America will join forces to launch a powerful counterattack against these external forces in response to the many civilians who were killed or injured in the tragedy!"

"So many people died?"

Bunkyo District,
In a modern detached house with a sign that reads "Ishikawa Izakaya," a little girl named "Garuk" enters while scrolling through her phone.

"Grandpa, Grandma,"

After putting down her schoolbag, the little girl looked around furtively.

"Is it a supernatural being?"

"It must have been done by a supernatural being!"

After all, she was just a little girl. Even though she was more mature than her peers, her first reaction to this kind of thing was still to think about supernatural forces: besides, she knew very well that the supernatural existed.

The 'grandpa', 'grandma' and the little girl herself in the room are all supernatural beings.

The Kamaitachi family,
Who would have thought they would hide here?
"No,"

The old man, 'Mr. Ishikawa,' shook his head.
"It was done by humans themselves."

Some videos circulating online do indeed show traces of 'supernatural beings' intervening: but the two young people were extinguishing the flames of chaos.

The reason for such huge casualties is all due to human beings themselves.

"Foreign forces instigated the unrest, and irrational citizens gathered,"

"And the human psychology of panic—"

When too many people gather, any accident can cause a large number of casualties: stampedes occur all over the world.

"It's not a supernatural event,"

The little girl suddenly lost interest; she was getting bored exercising at home every day.

As for school?

Not to mention the primary school she attended,
Even the junior high school next door knows her formidable reputation as the "big sister".

Her ability is healing, but as a supernatural being, her physique has surpassed the limits of ordinary people: it's not obvious yet, but it's not too easy for her to manipulate elementary and middle school students.

Hey,
How lonely it is to be invincible~~
"Don't be careless,"

The silver-haired 'Old Mr. Ishikawa,' also known as Yoshifumi Nitta, gave instructions to the two people in the room.

"The 'monster rampage' that happened in Nakano Ward before was by no means an isolated case."

"This world may soon become unfamiliar."

They may not be afraid, but what about the others?

"Hey,"

Yoshifumi Nitta sighed.

He was, after all, a policeman, and couldn't bear to see human suffering.

But what can I do when I'm wanted by the police and have to take care of Hina and Shiko?

"This is not your fault, dear old man."

The old woman next to him raised her hand and patted Yoshifumi Nitta's hand, and as she spoke, her eyes welled up with tears.

Shiko was in the prime of her life, having just taken over her father's bar, and was riding high. If she could also win over Mr. Nitta, her life would be complete.

Why,

Why is this happening?

The result was that they skipped dating, marriage, and having children—and went straight into retirement!
The flower named Shizi withered and turned into soil before it even bloomed.

Why did Grandma suddenly start crying?

"It's okay, I'm fine."

As the little girl by the campfire—that is, Hinata's innocent questioning—the old woman Shiko could only smile through her tears.

"How about we immigrate to the Philippines?"

There are many gathering places for people from island nations in the non-Conditional area.

Given the nature of islanders, the main gathering places are 'Little Tokyo';
With their combined strength, the three of them could easily live a carefree life even without using supernatural powers.

"Please be patient a little longer,"

Nitta Yoshifumi, in his old-man form, comforts Shiko.

"I have a feeling that the situation will soon change dramatically."

Today's protest tragedy has been met with empty slogans from the authorities, with no concrete data or measures in sight: according to mainstream online accounts, the casualties are at least in the hundreds! Such a situation is simply unimaginable in a peaceful country.

However, the official stance remains one of feigning inaction.
This made Yoshifumi Nitta wonder if something more important was taking up the officials' attention.
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.

The answer is:
"Is the cabinet not going to come back?"

"I'm sorry, Director."

In the Metropolitan Police Department Inspector's office,

Faced with Director Fujita's inquiry, the secretary gave a helpless reply.

"There is no news yet that any of you, including the Prime Minister, have returned to Tokyo."

"At least not until tonight!"

A bunch of cowardly thugs
The disdainful thought flashed through Director Fujita's mind.

Tonight is the 'three-day appointment': that mysterious and unpredictable 'nobleman' companion, a man dressed as a samurai from the Heian period, will face off against America's strongest man at the very place where he slaughtered island dignitaries and American officers!
Last time, it could be considered a sneak attack with 'intended intent but unintended intent'; this time, however, it is a fair and square challenge.

At a time like this, why would those guys in the cabinet be willing or dare to come back?

Without a doubt, tonight will be a day that goes down in history.

Because of Director Fujita,

They knew about America's arrangements!

"Go down,"

The director waved for his secretary to leave, then turned to look at his capable assistant.

"Hana, what do you think of tonight's operation?"

I--

The woman in the kimono looked up at the ceiling, her face full of speechlessness.

"Director," "Should you consider cultivating a few more trusted confidants?"

The Metropolitan Police Department's superintendent waved his hand dismissively at Miyako Hana's tactful request to resign.

"No,"

"Those who are capable all want to protect themselves."

"Those who are willing to come up are either disloyal or reckless."

The island nation has been experiencing frequent supernatural disasters lately, with bloodshed and heavy casualties at every turn; at such a time, what sane person would be willing to jump into a fire pit?

Even among those who were considered "violent opponents," there was a massive wave of resignations: "We're all just mortals, and dealing with the extreme paths is one thing; but dealing with those invulnerable, supernatural beings who can fly and escape from the heavens?"
In this river? !
Everyone has parents to support and wives and children to raise.

How much is a month's salary anyway? Why work so hard?
Director Fujita, on the other hand, is the kind of person who personally goes to the front lines, and his confidants never know when they will die.

Those veteran police inspectors were either on leave or sick, and some even confessed to accepting bribes or committing dereliction of duty.
The subtext is obvious: even prisons are safer than the Metropolitan Police Department!

If someone knew, they would definitely give it a thumbs up.

Prison is safe.

He said it!
"Back to the previous question,"

In the office, Director Fujita steered the conversation back on track.

What do you think of tonight's operation?

“I’ll sit and watch,”

Kana Mitani walked to the sofa in the office and sat down.
“If that ‘warrior’ wins, we will have to consider changing our attitude toward ‘supernatural beings’.”

The current approach of island governments towards supernatural entities is to win them over and exploit them—if the other party wins, then perhaps they should consider pledging allegiance and loyalty: there's nothing shameful about it, the strong rule, and it has always been so.

Furthermore, based on the intelligence we have obtained, these two 'noblemen' and 'warriors' existed a thousand years ago.

Maybe they were even their ancestors.
Kneeling and worshipping one's own ancestors,

No shame!
"If America wins, our paranormal personnel will probably be out of a job, right?"

Given America's domineering nature, Yamoto? Mine! Oshima Takumi? Still mine—pack him up and take him back to the legendary 'Area 51' for a thorough study.

"yes,"

These principles,

Director Fujita must have thought of that too.
"It doesn't seem to benefit us no matter which side wins."

This is the tragedy of the weak: at least in the conflict between supernatural forces and America, the island government is undoubtedly the weaker party.

"Why think so much, Director?"

Miya Kana spread her hands.
"Whoever wins, we'll cheer for them, it's that simple."

"As long as the powerful figure behind that 'nobleman' and 'samurai' isn't planning to wipe out everyone on the island, then—"

Life can go on.

Moreover, America is not to be trifled with.

Who knows who will be tipped in the balance of power tonight?

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.

Tokyo Detention Center

"It's time to go."

In cell number 9527, Qiu Yue Lu closed the book in his hand and stroked his chin.

Head to the port area and see what surprises the country, which claims to be the 'strongest' in the world, has prepared for him.

at the same time,

Port Area,

Shibaura Wharf

In front of the private club 'Horizon'.

A thick fog suddenly appeared in front of the dock, from which clusters of eerie green 'will-o'-the-wisps' emerged.

"Gagaga!"

The will-o'-the-wisps emitted eerie sounds and flew out of the mist, turning out to be lanterns!
These lanterns float in the air, forming two neat rows; the leaping flames inside form a 'face' on the paper wall: constantly twisting and emitting synchronized shouts.

"Get out of your seat!"

"Get out of your seat!"

"Get out of your seat!"

Thump-thump-cha, thump-thump-cha,

This was followed by the sound of ancient hammering.
From the mist, a 'soldier' ​​whose body was that of a large drum emerged;
He wielded two hammers and struck his own chest, producing a deep, resonant sound, like—no, like a real war drum.

"The person in the palace has arrived; all other personnel, please step aside!"

The next second, a huge skull appeared from the mist.

The skull had curved bull horns, and eerie green flames flickered in its eye sockets; the bones were large and resembled plate armor; it also contained shoulder blades, ribs, and limbs.
Behind the enormous, elephant-like skeletal ox, a cart was being pulled: the ancient Japanese 'Kiso horses' averaged only 1.3 meters tall, smaller than donkeys. Only the largest of these horses could serve as mounts for military commanders.

Therefore, in ancient island nations, the powerful and wealthy would typically travel by oxcart.

With the stamina and strength of oxen, they could certainly build very luxurious oxcarts.

In this respect, a horse-drawn carriage is inferior.

As for the slow speed?
That's the kind of grandeur I wanted!

Splash, splash, splash, splash
Behind the oxcart followed two rows of skeleton soldiers holding long spears;
Under the moonlight, skeletons stride forward; in the smoke, ghostly flames flicker—such an eerie procession, set against the backdrop of the brightly lit Tokyo Tower and the modern metropolis, evokes a sense of temporal and spatial dislocation.

The group was heading straight for the private clubhouse at the dock under the cover of night!

"America, known as the strongest in the world."

In the oxcart,
A calm voice came through.

"And the strongest one is you?"

"That's right!"

The response to the sound from the oxcart

He was an old man standing at the entrance of the clubhouse, barely able to support himself by leaning on the ground-mounted rifle in his hand.

"Today, I will show you the power of America!"

After he finished speaking, the clubhouse lights behind him turned on.

The light shone on the old man.

His skin was loose and covered with age spots.
It was on the body of the old American officer who seemed on the verge of death.

(End of this chapter)