A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 8 Times have changed
"Little chick."

"Hmph, liar!"

The little girl, strapped to the back seat by the seatbelt, tilted her head, making the woman with the high ponytail, dressed as a bartender, hesitate to speak.

"Little Chu, perhaps you've misunderstood."

It was the kimono-clad beauty sitting opposite her, Miyako Kana, who took the initiative to explain.

“It wasn’t that Ms. Shiko betrayed you, but rather that we had tracked your movements from the moment you stepped into that bar.”

In modern society, when a government wants to do something, it needs to consider not only whether it can do it, but also the magnitude of the cost: many so-called unsolved cases in island nations are not unsolvable, but simply not worth the effort.

Yes, it's not worth it.

Perhaps for the person involved, it is a deep-seated hatred.

But for big shots—no, not even big shots—even a superintendent in a small police station, it's just one of the ordinary cases.

Being able to dispatch three to five police officers to track and investigate is already considered a "major case"; how could the police force possibly be "wasted" on ordinary people?

But this time is different. The Metropolitan Police Department Commissioner has secretly spoken with the Prime Minister and obtained his support for 'acting expediently'. Even if we don't go all out, just one percent of Tokyo's 50,000 police officers would be enough to monitor everyone who has any dealings with Yoshifumi Nitta.

Faced with the intrusion of an island nation's government, which ordinary person would dare to shout about 'freedom and democracy'?
Aren't you afraid of disappearing on the spot?!
After hearing the explanation, the short-haired little girl who had taken off her headgear turned around in surprise.

"That uncle—"

"Please rest assured, Mr. Nitta: the 'uncle' you mentioned is one of our people."

However, it's hard to say what will happen to that undercover colleague next.

Thinking of this, the 'violent' elite named Miya Hana looked at the bar owner next to the little girl.

"Miss Shiko, why are you doing this?"

The other party is just an 'outsider' who can continue to live an ordinary life as long as they are under the surveillance of the Metropolitan Police Department.

However, the bar owner volunteered to have the police take her away.

“I promised Yoshifumi that I would take care of Hina.”

The woman with the high ponytail sitting next to the little girl lowered her eyes.
These people in front of us are police officers, without a doubt, but that doesn't mean they aren't dangerous: Yoshifumi's infiltration of the 'Ishii Group' is already a deep affair, and the fact that the police were able to find out about someone like her, with whom Yoshifumi hadn't revealed their relationship to anyone else; plus the way they're escorting her right now, all of this proves that things are not simple.

"So I will stay with her: as her guardian!"

"I hope you won't regret it,"

Since the other party insists on coming along, Miya Kana will let her do as she pleases.

In any case, the two people in front of them are just side effects; the real target is 'Yoshifumi Nitta'!
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Adachi Ward,
"Inspector Nitta, welcome back."

"Inspector?"

The blond man, who had just stepped into the police station, raised his hand and shook the right hand of the middle-aged or elderly man who was coming towards him.

"Didn't you notify your superiors?"

"Let's talk inside,"

The middle-aged police superintendent raised his hand to signal his subordinate to follow. His stern face made the passing police officers afraid to even breathe.

The two men breathed a sigh of relief only after entering the police station's underground warehouse.

Who is that blond man?

Why is the police taking this so seriously? Could it be an American?

For security reasons, even within his own police station, no one knew Yoshifumi Nitta, the undercover agent.

But when Nitta Yoshifumi pushed open the door to the underground storeroom, the man inside startled him.

"Director Fujita?"

Yoshifumi Nitta recognized the man sitting in the center of the warehouse.

He wore a seemingly ordinary but actually high-end bespoke suit; he wore non-prescription glasses and had ordinary features, yet he exuded an air of authority without being angry.

Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department Commissioner

The head of the entire island nation's police system!

The island nation's government is an elected parliamentary system: from cabinet ministers to members of parliament, everyone is replaced every four years; but civil servants certainly don't follow the same system. These civil servants who actually do the work often work for decades, and unless they retire or run for office, there are generally no major changes.

The Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's chief of staff is such a figure.

On rights,
It's definitely impossible to compare with the Prime Minister;
But a few years later, the prime minister will step down, and he will still be the director.

Snapped,

Stand at attention and salute.

The man, disguised as a blond man with a slicked-back hairstyle, spoke with a strong and forceful voice:
"Director Fujita, undercover agent codenamed 'Yoshifumi Nitta' has now returned to the team."

"Affiliation: Special Undercover Unit, Organized Crime Countermeasures Division, Metropolitan Police Department"

"The period of incubation: from May of Reiwa 4, for a total of 3 years and 2 months."

“Target organization: Designated violent group ‘Sumiyoshi-kai’”

"Identity Authentication Number: T〇〇-SP-457".

"That concludes the return-to-team report!"

Facing Yoshifumi Nitta, Director Fujita stood up and returned the greeting.

"Thanks for your hard work,"

"Welcome back to the team, Inspector Nitta."

A few minutes later,

"An era of great strife? Which great man?"

In the police station's underground warehouse, Chief Inspector Fujita's expression turned serious after listening to Yoshifumi Nitta's report.

"Yes, Director."

Sitting opposite Director Fujita, Yoshifumi Nitta, with his upright posture, answered.

"Taking my situation as an example, there may be quite a few 'supernatural beings' awakening in this world. Please, Metropolitan Police Department, be prepared."

According to this undercover policeman, the dark-skinned beauty who "activated" the power within him called herself a "noble person," and the "Great Era of Strife" she mentioned was fraught with crisis: this could be seen from Yoshifumi Nitta.

After he 'awakened' his power, he easily slaughtered the Ishii Group!

Even when facing a regular police system, its demonstrated power allows it to wreak havoc without restraint.

Maybe we can't beat the army, but what does it matter?
With that 'benefactor's' elusive abilities, assassinating the cabinet, or even all the high-ranking members of the Self-Defense Forces, would be a piece of cake.

If the command structure is eliminated, the so-called army will also be paralyzed. This is not World War I or World War II, where anyone who can charge into battle with a gun can become an officer. Officers at all levels have the authority to operate all kinds of weapons, big and small. Without the relevant authorization, not even a wheel can leave the garrison!

For example, island nations' fighter jets need authorization from the United States every time they are deployed, otherwise they cannot even take off.

"Is that so?"

He took off his non-prescription glasses and rubbed his temples.

When he saw Yoshifumi Nitta go on a killing spree, the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department chief foresaw that the world was about to undergo a dramatic change.

As expected, the classically beautiful woman in black, known as "Nobleman," declared that a "great era of contention" was about to begin, and that when "that person" returned, it would be time for figures like Yoshifumi Nitta to offer their power.

This is just a standard anime villainous boss!
"Please rest assured, Director."

Yoshifumi Nitta, with his hands on his knees, made a promise.

"No matter what happens, I will never use this power to harm the people of this island nation!"

Hard to say, ×2
Two thoughts arose simultaneously in their minds.

First,
Naturally, it's Director Fujita:

As the commissioner of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, he had witnessed far too much darkness and far too much betrayal.

Countless examples exist of people who were once spirited, unwavering, and passionate, but years later, have become listless, degenerate, and utterly despondent.

Nitta Yoshifumi's vow now is naturally from the heart, but people change—with this supernatural power, is he really willing to be an ordinary person?
Moreover, the government is also made up of people: isn't there anyone who covets this power?
Leaving aside distant examples, the reason they're acting so mysteriously is:

Isn't it just to guard against America?
the second,
He was a time traveler who was leisurely imprisoned.

Hidden within the shadow beneath Yoshifumi Nitta's feet is a part of his 'Shadow Mage'.

Through this group of 'shadow masters,' Akizuki Ritsu could openly and legitimately follow and listen in, gaining control of the island nation's government's every move.

To be honest, the government's full power can be terrifying: the relationship between the bar owner named "Shiko" and Yoshifumi Nitta, which was very well hidden, was still uncovered by the island nation's government.

Not only that,

Dozens of people closely associated with Yoshifumi Nitta, hundreds he knew, and thousands he had contact with were all brought under the scrutiny of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.

It was a truly inescapable trap; the moment Yoshifumi Nitta showed his face, his whereabouts would be immediately exposed!
Of course, his direct arrival at the police station rendered all the arrangements futile.

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"It wasn't entirely a wasted effort,"

Isn't this an unexpected bonus of getting a 'hatchet'?

Katsushika Ward,
Tokyo Detention Center!

In solitary confinement cell number 9527,

Qiu Yuelu calmly flipped through the book in his hand; anyone who didn't know better would think he was here on vacation.

For Akizuki Ritsu, prison was truly a vacation spot. It allowed him to avoid being exposed, provided food and lodging—and he didn't even need to operate a sewing machine. It was simply perfect.

Speaking of chicks,
The situation over there is as follows:

"I won't listen, I won't listen—"

The little girl, covering her ears, is throwing a tantrum.

In the interrogation room at the Metropolitan Police Department headquarters,

Faced with this scene, the police officers in suits and with scars exchanged bewildered glances.

They are police officers, not yakuza; the task of 'interrogation' is not something their 'opponents' should be doing.

Unfortunately, this case was too bizarre, and the less their colleagues knew, the better: since they couldn't ask the professional interrogation department to handle it, they had to take on the role themselves.

The charade of playing the good cop and the bad cop easily manipulated this little girl. Unfortunately, 'Hina' is no ordinary little girl.

Regardless of whether she has any other "trump cards" to play, she has nothing to fear once she knows these people are police officers.

"I want to see the older man!"

"I'll answer any questions you ask me as long as I see you, Uncle."

Didn't see the uncle? Then I'd rather die than tell!

Anyway, the police won't hit her.

"That brat,"

Outside the interrogation room, the other "violent opponents" were all rubbing their foreheads in exasperation.

"They became arrogant after they found out we were police officers!"

"Shut up,"

Miya Kana, who was in charge, rolled her eyes at her colleague's words.

"What else are you going to do?"

Learn from yakuza intimidation, beatings, nail pulling, and finger cutting.

"Uh, no, that's not it."

The colleague next to him scratched his head and said the same thing: They are police officers, not yakuza.

"Is this stalemate going to continue like this?"

In the interrogation room, the little girl complained that she was too cold and asked the police to bring her a blanket. Then she wrapped herself in the blanket, acting like a spoiled child who didn't want to get out of bed.

"Our side is not important,"

Miya Kana calmly reassured her colleagues.
"The key is in Nitta."

!

Yes,

The members of the "Violent Opponent" felt a pang of sympathy whenever they recalled the video they had watched before.

Tearing apart yakuza with bare hands, slicing through cars with knives—it's too brutal!
Simply not human.

Unfortunately, what they didn't know was that...
The little girl they captured was also not a 'human'.

"My dear sister, can you hear me?"

'My dear sister.'

Wrapped in a blanket in the darkness, the little girl 'Hina' was talking to herself softly.

Her voice was very soft, muffled by the blanket, and in the dark:
'Little Sickle, what's up?'

In the darkness, I heard the voice of a mature older woman.

He is a 'benefactor'.

"Big sister, we were arrested by the police... we're called 'United Hearts'; no, no, we should be called 'Imperial People'."

'No explanation needed, I know what a policeman is.'

The voice beside her interrupted the little girl's words and brought the topic back on track.

Do you want me to get you out of here?

This isn't just someone bragging; the Shadow-Shadow Fruit has a technique called 'Shadow Box,' which can put a person inside and take them away. With the movement properties of shadows, it's entirely possible to silently take the little girl away from the Metropolitan Police Department.

'And there's the older man.'

'Oh,'

Someone sneered at the little girl wrapped in the blanket's words.

'Perhaps your uncle doesn't want to leave?'

? !
In the interrogation room,

The target was wrapped in a blanket.
"Hey kid, isn't it time to face reality?"

The other party was completely uncooperative, leaving the "violent opponent" scratching his head in frustration: he couldn't possibly use the usual "methods".

brush--

The blanket was suddenly pulled back.

"Okay, let's face it!"

The little girl turned her head and looked towards the wall.

"Who outside can make the decisions?"

? !
"Is there anything I can help you with, little chicka?"

The next second, a sweet voice rang out in the interrogation room; it was that beautiful woman in a kimono.

"Get me a patient,"

Having made up her mind, the little girl named Hina began to take action.

"Any illness is fine, even if I'm about to die of old age, it doesn't matter."

???

Such a bizarre request left the interrogation room and the surrounding area deathly silent.

After a few seconds,

"it is good,"

Hanaya Mina made the decision.

Before leaving, Chief Inspector Fujita instructed her to "act as you see fit." Now, her power within the Metropolitan Police Department is comparable to that of a Superintendent General!

Even if it's just 'temporary', you can still do a lot of things.

soon--

click,

The interrogation room door opened.

A policeman pushed a wheelchair in.

A sickly old man was leaning against someone in a wheelchair.

This old man was also a member of their Metropolitan Police Department and had retired ten years ago; because he had no children, he had been living in a nursing home managed by the Metropolitan Police Department.

Being urgently dispatched here can be seen as a way for them to 'contribute their remaining energy' to the island nation.

The two police officers in the interrogation room also stood up.

Under everyone's gaze, the little girl Chu walked toward the old man in the wheelchair.

"Snoring, snoring, snoring,"

The old man leaned against his wheelchair, his skin covered in wrinkles and dotted with age spots; his eyes were cloudy, and only his chest heaved, making a sound like a broken bellows—he was alive, but in reality, he was not much different from dead.

"I will take care of the old man's ailments!"

Speaking in standard, innocent childish language,

The little girl tiptoed and placed her finger on the old man's forehead.

"Whether it's germs or..."

As the little girl's finger traced down her forehead, wisps of 'black energy' appeared out of thin air;
"Wrinkles are fine too,"

As if scanned by a photo editing app, wherever Chu's fingers touched, age spots fell off like stains, revealing a radiant complexion.

"They'll all fly away, watch out!"

"Ahhh-"

As the little girl's fingers traced from her forehead to her chest, the old man, who had been half-dead and on the verge of death, trembled violently, and his eyes suddenly became clear.

"This is what I am"

In front of him was a smiling little girl, and beside her were two policemen with their mouths wide open, staring in disbelief.

And the surrounding pure white walls, and the simple chairs:

"This is—the interrogation room?"

The man, whose mind was a complete blank, subconsciously stood up from his wheelchair.

"Shouldn't I be in a nursing home? And..."

Something feels off.
"This, this, this,"

"A medical miracle?!"

"Rejuvenation! This is rejuvenation!!!"

Outside the interrogation room, the people from the "violent" group gasped in shock when they saw the man stand up from the wheelchair: his skin was rosy and full, and his eyes were bright and piercing; if it weren't for his full head of silver hair, he would have been a burly man.

But just seconds before, he looked like he could die at any moment.

Could it be——

All eyes
The focus was on the short-haired little girl.

"Let me introduce myself,"

The smiling little girl squatted down slightly, raised her hands slightly, and performed a curtsy.

This was also a survival skill she learned in the orphanage: except that before it was used to please adults, this time it was used to show off.

"My name is Hina, and my former name was 'Kamagari'."

"The youngest of the three Kamaitachi siblings is in charge of healing; so—"

Where is my uncle?

(End of this chapter)