Tokyo Gods Only Want Beautiful Priestesses

"To avoid him having any reservations beforehand, you fight him in private, and then on the battlefield, give him a chance to do everything he can to stop you. Once you win, you can blame no one."

"What about him? Does he think he can stay out of this, Ibuki?"

"If you don't have enough to worry about, you'll only be prone to anxiety and fear of loss, right, Ibuki?"

"Did you hear that? Why does that rascal insist on getting involved in that matter? He's going to get himself into serious trouble. He says he's joking, but he's really going to do it."

Ibuki called for someone to tidy up the room, and at the same time spoke to Ushi-go-go.

It's a shame that you two treat that kind of thing as a joyful torment. So, it's just too much fun to face someone who's dead but you don't have any deep-seated hatred for them.

"Ha, perhaps? So, Ugly Empress, he will have to fight with all his might. He needs to think about what to do if he defeats you. If he loses, not only will his father die, but he will also lose something important."

Ibuki touched her neck, seemingly lost in thought.

Sometimes people are strange. They can accept that the other person dies because of their own will or because of their own lifespan, and they have already prepared for the death of Minamoto no Mitsunaka. But now, their subconscious cannot accept it.

"You're right, that's perfectly reasonable."

As he spoke, before the shrine even reached the entrance, it waved to you.

Always trying to emulate Wu Zixu, does that mean you have to dig up his grave and whip his corpse? That's too much self-torture. And the evil spirits in the temple are people who can vent their frustrations without any real satisfaction.

Outside the courtyard, Kaguya was being relentlessly beaten by Chiyo. Although she didn't have Moonlight Sword to help her, the difference in their fighting spirit was still enormous. Kaguya was about to be pinned to the ground by Chiyo several times.

"Is there a problem? They're challenging my position; they're the ones starting this war. It's only natural that I wipe them out, isn't it?"

It was as if Liang Tao had thought of something, for he suddenly uttered a sentence that instantly put the Ugly Empress to her senses.

Looking at the two fighting again outside the courtyard, Jingu sighed. Although it's boring for men to fight, when will this ever end?

"Market God, Hell, Genji—besides us, who else has he been in contact with? And whose side is he on?"

"you!"

It was only because of these twisted relationships that they lost their interest in drinking; the twisted relationship between Ushio Gogo and Ibuki was particularly prominent.

Yes... there are indeed some situations that can be resolved.

"Go for it, Ugly Queen! Be prepared to face the worst for yourself, even if it means risking your body and soul."

Before uttering those two words, Jingu left, leaving only eight men staring at each other outside the room.

Based on subsequent experience, the shrine would get you drunk, and then, in front of the remaining people, they would touch you without any regard for their own feelings. This kind of frankness is simply beyond words.

Why would you tell a little monster to be careful of danger? Hongye ignored Liang Tao, thinking he was just being witty.

"Okay, I know, just be careful."

Chapter 180 Seeking Revenge

On a sultry summer day, the humid air and sweat mix together, making clothes stick to the body and causing great discomfort.

It's probably going to rain.

Yoriko Ogasawara raised her hand to shield her head from the scorching sun. Although it was still unbearably hot, a downpour was likely to begin soon.

She had heard that in some parts of the world, even when it rains heavily, the rainwater evaporates the moment it hits the ground, and has no cooling effect at all.

Fortunately, Tokyo isn't that hot yet; it will probably cool down a lot after the downpour.

Pedestrians on the roadside kept casting glances at Ogasawara Yoriko, who was carrying a sword and had her long pink and white hair tied up high. It was hard to tell whether she was a cosplayer or a high school student practicing kendo.

Ignoring the stares of passersby, Ogasawara Yoriko leaped straight into the river from the bank, creating a splash before disappearing from the surface.

"Hey! Someone's jumping into the water!"

Of course, Ogasawara Yoriko did not intend to die. Although the final outcome was the same, drowning oneself and dying for revenge are different.

Swimming swiftly through the water like a nimble tuna, Yoriko Ogasawara searched for her target.

Without needing many words or explanations, Hongye still didn't understand the other party's intentions and reasons for coming.

Blue ghost flames spread down his arm to the blade, while the ghost blood flowing in his veins burned as bright red as fireworks, the two colors intertwining.

However, the price paid was something that Guo Xianchen had never imagined, and that kind of world and life was both beautiful and ugly.

As Ogasawara Yoriko searched, her mind was filled with a jumble of thoughts.

If I were to return to school now, how would my former classmates and teachers view me?

It's like a small stew, you can't tell what kind of dish it is at all.

Although there was nothing behind the face, the thin green in my hand did not pierce the soft, rocky texture.

Demonic power, spiritual power, and other elements were intertwined together, and the smell was like a mixture of human, monster, and evil—all sorts of miscellaneous things were mixed together.

Momiji took off her light and convenient kimono undergarment, leaving only her equally brightly colored outer garment, and hurried up the stairs.

As the water cascaded upwards, Ogasawara Yoriko broke through the surface and landed below the deck of the Eighth Heaven of Bliss. Her wet clothes were dried by the low temperature of her body in just a few seconds.

"Kuroyo, this is your target," said Ogasawara Yoriko, glancing at the horde of demons who emerged from the pavilion, their gazes fixed on her with various expressions.

Revenge—that's what Ogasawara Yoriko is going to do today. Even knowing her chances of survival are slim, even if it might just be a path to her own death, Ogasawara Yoriko is going to do it.

"What...is he?"

"you?"

I used to sit outside the classroom, gazing out the window, thinking about all sorts of wild things, fantasizing that one day I would become a dazzling presence in the crowd, or simply become an ordinary person.

"You don't care about anything anymore, you demon man Momiji, come and fight! Every single day! You are..."

He fell asleep thinking of his blood!

The boiling ghost blood makes your skin burn all over. Bubbles rise and fall, and you use your so-called intuition and mind's eye to search for something that is not visible at all in the vast and deep water.

It sounds outrageous, but it also seems quite reasonable.

The shell of the creature was also broken open behind the thin green surface of the famous sword, revealing flesh and blood, but it genuinely felt joy and quickly rose towards the surface of the water, with Guo Xianchen of the big hat following closely behind.

The mirage rose to the surface of the water, and even before it fully opened its mirage, it was completely exposed to the blazing sun, opening its shell to reveal the elegant and magnificent pavilions within.

The sword is drawn from its sheath, its pale green blade leaving a thin line in the water. Following this sensation, it stabs towards the back of the face, the crimson tattoo spreading from the heart to the limbs.

You are your own target, but if you are sure that the demon man Momiji is willing to come out, then you can only choose to force him to come out by killing him.

As if sensing the pressure of the deep water, Ogasawara Yoriko sank to the bottom and searched along the Kanagawa River with her eyes closed.

Now, you stroll through water tens of meters deep, your body surging with ghostly blood, making you feel as if the water is nothing. After several molts, you have been completely transformed, dazzling and extraordinary, even passersby can't help but cast admiring glances at you.

The fantasy of that world may not have a known, mysterious, and alluring side, but those fantasies seem to have yet to come true.

Interrupted from her thoughts, a sudden impulse made Da Li Guo Xianchen realize that she had found her target.

She came out of her attic, restyled her hair, and stood below her, asking in confusion.

Yoriko Ogasawara chuckled, "Now you know who you are."

No matter how much trouble things have caused, it doesn't matter. Ogasawara Yoriko is now a wandering ghost seeking revenge, and you don't really care about that kind of thing.

"What...what is that?!"

You know you are a pawn, a pawn used to influence and mislead the shrine at that ordinary moment today.

Hatred isn't something that can be done without reason. Instead of wasting time asking who died at your hands, it's better to say a few more useful but pointless words.

Aside from the most basic blood transfusion to lower your bloodline, it doesn't even involve using various divine artifacts or leveraging the help of other allies to slowly lower your strength by even a fraction.

Down on the bank, the newly arrived rescue team was preparing to go into the water, pressing the person who had called the police for details about where the men had jumped into the river.

Although the mirage is hidden, it is ultimately a monster that exists in the real world. As long as you see through its illusion underwater, it is not difficult to find the Sixth Heaven of Bliss located on its back.

After a long time, he was still just an ordinary-looking, special-ability male junior high school student who would stand out in a crowd and be categorized as a special passerby.

That demonic demeanor, the madness and resentment revealed in his words, were truly remarkably similar.

That's a vicious cycle with no solution. If you kill because of hatred, others will come after you because of hatred. No matter how far you hide, that day will never come.

But the unusual movement on the water's surface temporarily rendered us speechless, leaving us only to watch as a colossal object broke through the surface, the resulting waves crashing against our faces.

But so what? I'm not even a blade without a sheath yet, so there's only one target left.

In order to grow slowly and increase even the slightest chance of winning, you don't hesitate to use all sorts of means and methods on yourself.

The roar, though loud, transformed into a tangible sonic wave that crashed against the water, and the mirage materialized behind you.

Chapter 181 The Source of Conflict

Tokyo,

At the top of the Yingzhou Parliament Building, Jingu sat on the edge of the rooftop, looking at the distant sky.

Dark, heavy clouds were slowly advancing toward Tokyo, accompanied by torrential rain and thunder. Behind the shrine stood Narukami, who stood like a secretary.

"Master, are you sure you don't need my help later?"

Narukami considered herself a formidable warrior, and the Genji would have difficulty finding even one or two assistants of her caliber, yet the Shinto shrine refused to let her participate in the war.

"You don't need to do this. Instead of helping me, you should help them, so they don't cause any trouble while we're fighting."

The shrine doesn't care whether there are any helpers or not. It doesn't matter how many reinforcements the Genji can bring. If Narukami were to intervene, it would only make others doubt the value of this battle.

Jingu intended to let the Genji gather his friends and form cliques, and then finally let them know what their true enemy was.

"Ok."

Narukami hesitated for a moment, but still chose to comply with the shrine's wishes. Although she didn't think the shrine would lose, as a subordinate, she wasn't used to leaving her lord here to fight alone.

"From the very first day, they regarded you as an ambitious person just like them, so they considered you an enemy. In fact, you don't care who rules the country at all; you don't care about anything as long as someone provokes you."

"Just him? Is he that insecure?"

That is why we can coexist.

From Minamoto no Yoshitsune's perspective, the entire Tokyo shrouded in wind and thunder, and the dark clouds that pressed down like a curtain on the sky, appeared as a unique backdrop to the shrine.

"At this point, such things are no longer important. Regardless of whether he truly wants those things, unless he leaves that country or retreats from the world like Amaterasu, he and you will ultimately fight to the death."

Is that guy really kidding? I'm the kind of person who would do something like that. I bet what would have happened if that lightning bolt had hit the crowd in the middle of the street.