Tokyo Gods Only Want Beautiful Priestesses

"But that doesn't mean you value power. The people in that city should care more about you than you do. They should consider you and their group as their kind. That's the first piece of advice."

"I ask you in return," the shrine replied.

A sudden downpour of lightning, like rain, descended from the dark clouds, striking the pedestrians on the roadside amidst their fearful gazes.

Behind the shrine, Minamoto no Yoshitsune took two steps, and you appeared quietly and subtly.

No one would be happy if there wasn't a time bomb under their head, and even someone like Minamoto no Yoritomo would prefer that there be no one else under his head.

Jingu twisted his neck.

"Ha, you're wrong. No matter what, they'll only behave if they've never been beaten. If it hurts, they'll always want to try it."

Jingu sighed, unable to understand our thoughts. After all, one naturally views others through the lens of their own character.

Seeing the indifferent look on Jingu's face, Minamoto no Yoshitsune felt a pang of emotion. His brother had indeed been deliberately humiliated that day, but that humiliation had bought him precious time.

"Oh, he's bad."

"You're really amazing!"

Did he spot you the moment you appeared?

The shrine maiden raised her hands, and lightning bolts descended from the sky, ravaging the land like a terrible disaster.

To put it jokingly, even the official meetings in Yingzhou are more civilized and disorderly than parliamentary meetings.

Minamoto no Yoshitsune broke out in a cold sweat. Even though you knew the shrine was just deliberately making things difficult for you, you felt a slight wavering.

From the parliament building below, the sounds of fierce arguing continued to emanate. Jingu's earlier statement about biting people was no joke. In Yingzhou, there was indeed no habit of resorting to violence in matters such as parliamentary elections.

Jingu stretched out his hand and casually pointed to a spot in Tokyo.

Minamoto no Yoshitsune offered some advice, saying that although it was a small possibility, you still followed the shrine's advice and went up.

“The photographers died because we thought you were one of us, and now they think you are one of them.”

Whether Minamoto no Yoshitsune spoke or not, the shrine knew that his companions were also watching and listening to his words in the mortal world.

Jingu stretched, turned around, and sized up Minamoto no Yoshitsune. He was a beautiful man with a somewhat strange appearance, whose heroic attire and charming face were mixed together, giving him a unique look.

"There's a misunderstanding. The country values ​​those special people who protect their rule and serve as stepping stones for them, but they're not the ones who do."

Perhaps the shrine wasn't lying; I truly had no intention of destroying that city, dragging millions of lives down our battlefield to become sacrifices and mere props.

The imperial edict summoned wind and thunder, which moved like clouds hanging from the sky, yet could not overthrow the city with a mere flick of the wrist.

The seemingly imminent dark clouds had yet to blanket Tokyo; they remained a heavy, oppressive blanket, the downpour yet to arrive, the winds yet to rise. Lightning bolts darted through the clouds, their booming sounds echoing throughout Tokyo.

No matter how well-dressed they are in ordinary times, and how they frequent restaurants and villas, pretending to be rude and uncouth, they will still reveal their rude and violent nature when it comes to that kind of situation.

Why is it "yes"?

Listening to the clattering of Narukami's high heels on the ground, Jingu rested his chin on his hand in boredom.

"Today, you decide his life and your death!"

"The reason you keep doing those things is simply because they are troublesome. Although there are no advantages, there are no disadvantages either. After all, if we are lost, no one will create delicious food, boring TV and anime, or bland games and performances."

"Really? So you're determined to fight them in the real world?"

"Ha, that's how it is when small families talk. They think the petty gains in front of them are nothing, but in reality, who is greedy enough to want to seize power? Do you think they would willingly hand it over just by talking?"

“You’ve always cared about that kind of thing. The lives of millions of people are like a reed in your eyes, more precious than anything else.”

Even if there were no knives or guns, we could at least throw down our own leather shoes or pounce on them and take a couple of bites.

As he was letting his thoughts wander aimlessly, Jingu suddenly laughed and spoke to the person in front of him.

"Don't joke like that, sir. What harm would it do to you or him?"

And it's certain that if we really go to war in the real world, Tokyo will likely be completely wiped out and utterly destroyed.

Jingu stood up, the howling wind blowing my clothes, standing on the edge of the low building, feeling like I could lose my footing and fall at any moment.

Aren't they going to make a move yet? The election will be over soon.

Even though the magnetic field of the small earth would minimize the impact of the lightning strike, the actions of the shrine made Minamoto no Yoshitsune tighten his grip on the hilt of his sword.

"Of course, you're just a guest-welcoming person. After all, the scoundrel from the Divine Palace would also like to take action directly in the mortal world, right? Your matter should be resolved in the mortal world."

"Disadvantages? You do need to know what the disadvantages are, but you also need to know what the advantages are."

Chapter 182 Confrontation

So fast!

The people of the shrine spoke faster than he did, and neither Minamoto no Yoshitsune nor anyone else in the mortal world could react in time.

Jingu had already arrived in front of Minamoto no Yoshitsune, and slapped the unsuspecting Yoshitsune directly on the face, causing sparks to fly as they rubbed against her in the air.

Caught completely off guard, Minamoto no Yoshitsune was struck hard and, after a series of frictions, was thrown out by the shrine and crashed into the rocks.

Minamoto no Yoshitsune shook her slightly dizzy head. After her distorted vision returned to normal, she found herself in the mortal world. The attack from the shrine had directly broken through the barrier and taken her away from the real world.

Her companions also appeared behind her, indicating that Jingu did not really intend to destroy Tokyo.

Then the figure of the Divine Palace appeared, his leisurely steps like those of a spring outing. But with his steps, the world they had specially developed to fight the Divine Palace began to undergo dramatic changes.

The open plains were torn apart, and the movement of the earth collided to create strange mountains and peaks that overlapped like fish scales. Red and white rivers flowed from the gaps created by the collision of the mountains.

The earth twisted and collided, the thunderous sound of the impact was hard to tell whether it was the earth's lament or an angry growl.

A fierce wind, carrying thunderclouds, rolled in, mercilessly ravaging everything in the world, while thunderclaps fell like raindrops.

The shard grazed Minamoto no Yorimitsu's cheek; had you let go in time, it would have grazed your eye instead of your cheek.

Minamoto no Yoshitsune himself is certainly not lacking in strength, despite being a household name in Japan.

The shrine maiden glanced at me, and a sharp arrow pierced through the storm, heading straight for my face. Shibata no Kami drew his bow, looking for an opportunity to fire another arrow.

"Let's see if I can take a hit from your sword."

Like storms, tsunamis, and thunderstorms, natural disasters particularly demonstrate my great power, but none of them can astonish or even frighten those who dare to challenge me with their substantial momentum.

Regardless of whether the two are strangers or whether Minamoto no Yorimitsu is genuinely willing to help us, at this moment, you must cooperate appropriately.

A boulder flew towards the shrine, and the low-speed friction in the air caused it to melt. When it reached the shrine, it transformed into a sharp rock sword.

"Be grateful! Be thankful! You do not stoop to using your own things to hold them back, allowing them to perform without restraint and even with all their might. That is your mercy."

Now that things have come to this, any further arrangements or commands are meaningless; we can only place our hopes on the martial artist's intuition and so-called destiny.

Minamoto no Yoritomo, today I am in the same humiliated state as I was behind the Heavenly Shrine, and I know what method I used to regain my divine power as the White Flag Little God.

With a finger pointing to the ground, the shrine revealed a towering peak rising abruptly from the flat earth, its dark iron-rich rock gleaming with a metallic sheen.

The shrine has long needed any weapon; if I wanted, I could create a suitable and handy weapon from scratch at any time.

The gleaming, cold blade, as if it had been polished, was heavy and shimmered with a chilling light.

Minamoto no Yorimitsu was enveloped in purple lightning, easily shattering mountains with each leap, his giant axe wielding...

Furthermore, it is advantageous to go wherever it is needed, and breaking rocks and stones is a heavy task that can be accomplished with ease.

Should we use a war of attrition? Minamoto no Yoritomo lacked resolve. Perhaps it would be a mistake to let everyone take turns wearing each other down, and then have the weakest of us, Shibata no Kami, make the final stand.

"Ah..."

The mountains loomed overhead, but for the group, that level of skill was merely a cold appetizer.

The air exhaled from the shrine's mouth and nose instantly transformed into a formless dragon-shaped whirlwind, mingling with the arrow imbued with divine light.

Minamoto no Yoshitsune heard a loud laugh. The shrine behind him loosened its grip on the weapon. Even without my control, Minamoto no Yorimitsu's giant axe could still crush a stone.

Jingu turned around and spoke to Minamoto no Yoshitsune, the tip of his sword between two fingers, easily stopping his backward momentum.

There were no more than a dozen gods standing outside, but a small number of them, like Man Zhonggong, were just there to make up the numbers, with no real fame or power. Only a handful of them could actually play a role.

"Adapt to the situation and give it your all, everyone! For the Minamoto clan, for the glory of the samurai family, I entrust this to you all!"

Although I'm a friend, even though I'll tell you I'll hold back and go all out, I'll still leave you some face and confidence.

Although I have always been more like a politician who manipulates schemes, I am also a general who does not have the alias "Onimusha".

With a slight exertion of two fingers, he snapped the sword in two, then thrust his palm out, striking Minamoto no Yoshitsune in the chest, sending him flying and knocking away the fragments of the sword beneath his fingers.

With nimble steps, each stomp of his toes made a sound, it was as if he had already crossed the mountains. Just as Minamoto no Yorimitsu cleaved the giant axe, he drew his sword and thrust it toward the heart of the shrine.

The shrine seemed to ponder for a moment, not reacting immediately to the powerful attack, but pausing before reaching out his hand.

"If they're definitely not at that level, then they're being far too reckless."

"Ha, I'm too slow. Let's try that one first."

And the one at the very front, who is also the weakest among us, is a god shrouded in a radiant glow.

I was chosen by the Genji to become the famous war god of Japan. My original form was the illustrious Emperor Ojin, but I became a war god of great importance because of the admiration of the Genji and the entire samurai family.

Breaking through the towering peaks, Minamoto no Yorimitsu wielded his giant axe, mercilessly cleaving down from the sky.

However, Minamoto no Yorimitsu was a special kind of demon, the ancestor of Minamoto no Yoritomo and Minamoto no Yoshitsune. He had slain many demons and possessed the bloodline of a famous minor god. Even without the assistance of something like faith, you are an extremely weak demon.

"There's no need to make excuses for your bullying tactics and let trivial matters hinder their performance. Fight with everything you have, life or wisdom! Fight for this chance to survive!"

But... the storm is imminent, and we seem to have no choice but to decide how to fight it, only the outcome of the battle.

As soon as he finished speaking, Minamoto no Koro rushed down with great urgency, followed closely by Minamoto no Yoshitsune. The other gods, whether powerful or weak, also tried to help you in their own ways.

"Humph!"

The heavy rock sword blocked the weak but powerful axe strike, which could have easily succeeded. Everyone knew this, because the real offensive came at the same time that the shrine received that strike.

Minamoto no Yorimitsu did not use swords that were more familiar to you; instead, he held a small axe in both hands and wielded it with the brute force of a demon.

"What should we do, brother?"

Why be so surprised?

In the thunderstorm, the shrine was no longer as handsome and gentle as before, and the jade horns on its forehead appeared even more solid and heavy.

Jingu turned to the side and stomped his foot. What seemed like a casual stomp stirred up the entire small landmass. The hundreds and thousands of mountains that had just been formed were lifted up by the waves and thrown towards you.