Tokyo Gods Only Want Beautiful Priestesses

Kaguya chuckled to herself. In those kinds of situations, when it really comes down to it, you'll back down. Your body might go soft, but your mouth will always be tough.

Kuga stood up, thinking about how to talk to the new prime minister. He figured it was best to talk to someone he knew well, as he rarely needed to say anything to make it clear.

Only your family came? Those old, prominent families are really giving me no face at all.

The people on the right and left are just a bunch of special men. So what if they hold low positions? I will change that country!

"Ok?"

A surge of anger rose within me. Even if I am only the prime minister in name only, I am still the prime minister. Is it necessary to treat me with such respect? Moreover, I do not have the support of small and large tycoons and powerful families from all over the world.

"Isn't that the new prime minister? Why does he seem so naive?"

Although her tone was icy, her gaze was clearly mocking something. Ku Ni Guang's thin skin in that area was instantly crushed by Su Ni Ai, who could make lewd jokes with an expression.

Security personnel kept the surging reporters inside the door. Such things could be filmed the whole time, and only when things were about to break down would they ask the reporters to step back and film what they most wanted the people of the city to see.

In the brief moment when security blocked the reporters, the new prime minister retreated before even opening the door. As I turned around after closing the door, I saw more than eight men waiting for me in the solemn and formal inner hall of the palace.

It's not that he's not fast; that guy always moves at a leisurely pace, probably just having fun.

A flurry of footsteps echoed from inside the door, indicating the arrival of the new prime minister. Reporters from various small media outlets followed closely behind, hoping to obtain the latest breaking news.

"Is everything settled? Have we arrived yet?"

"Huh? Really? Are you using reading to cover up your worry? You seem very calm on the surface, but are you actually worried sick about your beloved?"

Even if you're wrong, Su, the things you say are also wrong. Jingu is a complete cheater. Kaguya didn't even have complete confidence in me fighting Tsukuyomi, let alone those Genji guys. They're human and ghost, and some things are the less of them, the worse they are.

"It's worry."

Such respect! Just wait and see how badly they'll turn on those guys who're still clinging to their old glory!

None of them were playing games. What kind of scene is that?

"Dear journalists, please wait inside the door and wait until His Majesty the Emperor and the Prime Minister are ready before you leave."

While you were still pondering, the person inside the door hadn't even reached the doorway yet.

Nagasho is someone the Genji supported... Are you issuing a death threat? Or are you saying something else? Have you done something like that before?

Are all nobles so arrogant? I felt a surge of anger, yet I dared not be angry; I could only weakly prop myself up by my legs to keep from collapsing.

"You don't have absolute confidence in the little man of the Shrine? Has he never experienced the little man of the Shrine's power?"

In just one sentence, Jiu Ni Guang recalled summer, islands, swimsuits, ice cream, and cream.

Chapter 187 Stepping into the Dark World

The Grim Reaper's scythe hung around the neck of the newly appointed Prime Minister, Murashita Sugito, so close that he could even smell the blood on the scythe.

Even though he had already prepared himself mentally and understood that he could not truly change the so-called tycoons and aristocrats, and that the slogans he used for the election were just gimmicks.

But he also felt that it was already a miracle in the country that he, as an ordinary citizen, could become prime minister.

He had imagined that he would be discussing important matters that would affect the lives of millions of people in the country with the powerful figures among the major financial groups and nobles, and that he would be dividing up the spoils with these important people in the palace hall.

Naturally, there were risks and death involved, but he didn't expect them to come so quickly. He hadn't even had time to give his inaugural speech before facing a life-threatening crisis.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something to try and save his life, but his throat was so dry that he couldn't say anything and could only make faint sounds.

"Ah, they sent a message. Because of what happened between us and the Genji, they've made the prime minister position a scapegoat, so they've chosen a commoner politician who doesn't know anything about these things."

Jiu Wo glanced at his phone and was somewhat surprised.

There are prime ministers from commoner backgrounds, but to become prime minister without knowing anything, without a teacher or mentor, or through marriage is probably a first in Yingzhou.

"Oh, no wonder you don't understand anything."

Kaguya had put away her game console before Jingu appeared, and was now making a suggestion to Jingu.

Jiu Ni glanced at the head being held up by the superior and waved his hand in disgust.

When I was memorizing, I didn't even feel like thinking about anything else.

Yes, there are problems, such as where did the beast head under Minamoto no Yoritomo's chest come from? If simply devouring the opponent doesn't allow you to acquire everything about them, then that world would have been in chaos long ago.

The Emperor? A listless, peculiar middle-aged woman appeared in the mind of the shrine. Was there anything wrong with a chicken that had been raised for hundreds of years to lay eggs? He immediately shook his head.

Yes, it was pretty boring.

Minamoto no Yoritomo, that guy, doesn't have many ideas, but he knows whether it's luck or misfortune that he happened to meet the Shrine.

I'm the kind of guy who'll cut off someone's head and take everything they own.

What surprised us was that Jingu actually won, that they could completely defeat the well-prepared Genji in a head-on battle. That was far more impressive than the Battle of Mount Fuji, which happened overnight and was known to everyone.

Jingu withdrew his gaze and sat down next to Suga Ai, which made Murakami Sugito relax. He really felt his sphincter muscles tighten just now.

"this..."

But we were also afraid. The shrine had wiped out all the gods that the Genji had not yet apprehended. Such methods were extremely brutal and instilled fear in us.

In my most confident yet weakest moments, the power I was so proud of, and even deeply fascinated by, was utterly crushed. Even in the very last moments before my head was removed, I still didn't fully believe in what was to come.

"Take it to this tengu, and just be vague about the situation beforehand. You know what to do."

"

Inside the Imperial Household Agency, the reporters, who had been waiting for half a day, were increasingly suppressing their anxiety, but also harboring doubts.

"Since we're already here, why not go and see which generation of Emperor? We're already at the Imperial Palace anyway."

"He just talks less. After he's laid off, he'll give you a naughty post-job training session first."

Jingu yawned and then left with his entourage.

Shirohachi Komeijin Minamoto Yoritomo degenerated into a scourge of the Tsu-gami, harming his colleagues and murdering the Shibata-gami. He has since been executed.

Finally, after a while, the small door of the Imperial Household Agency opened, and anxious media reporters rushed in, bombarding the Prime Minister and the Emperor with their cameras and microphones.

Jingu thought to himself, watching as Gen Kan'yō racked his brains, devising schemes and plots to bind all his allies to his cause, then launched sneak attacks on them from behind, using every possible method to continuously grow stronger, only to ultimately suffer a crushing defeat and die.

If someone else did that, I would become a rule-breaker and be hated by everyone. But until the Shinto shrine completely defeats the Kobu and Bu families and brings that country under its control, the original rules will remain the rules.

"The Emperor has no ill intentions. We've met him, so let's head back home."

Even with all my imagination, I could never truly recreate the reality of that country, both inside and out.

The cheater tried to reason with him, asking what the so-called "Unique Martial God" and "Chaos Breeds Power" had to do with the Divine Palace. Whether it was fighting or not, it didn't matter; whatever he said would be effective.

If you don't have enough confidence or the awareness to gamble your entire fortune, then you should try to challenge me. That guy is the kind of player who plays small-scale games of exchanging benefits, each retreating and retreating as soon as things turn bad.

From now on, the Prime Minister and the Emperor only need to prepare a little bit, go over their words and the steps to be completed, and it will never be over. Why does it take so long each time?

Now that I've witnessed it, I have no choice but to support it.

It did bring some amusement to the shrine, to some extent.

"Have someone wipe the floor clean, then take Minamoto no Yoritomo's head up there. If they're not behaving themselves, they can handle it themselves. Once they've dealt with it, then we'll talk to you."

After giving a few brief instructions to Hisashi, Murakami Sugito held back from speaking.

"Let's go back first. We'll handle the rest ourselves."

This thing must be very rare, and there are very few restrictions. I also know where Yuan Guanyong got it from. I'll have you investigate it later.

The news spread rapidly throughout Yingzhou, and a small number of people were both shocked and frightened by it.

Kudo snapped his fingers, and Murakami Sanjin's mouth was sealed by tangible spiritual power. Then, no one took me up there, or truly led me back into that dark and white world.

The claim that Minamoto no Yoritomo murdered other gods is, in our view, merely a special whitewash; the victor cannot arbitrarily write the story of the loser.

Fortunately, before completing that series of plans, Minamoto no Yoritomo was indeed able to easily defeat the combined forces of Shikotsu and Narukami. But unfortunately, I was facing Jingu.

As he watched his head being lifted up, soon to be used as a warning to others of his great wickedness, Minamoto no Yoritomo's face still showed an expression of disbelief until his death.

The timeframe was fourfold. My scheme was likely detected and countered before it could even be implemented. Only the Divine Palace allowed me to act freely, thus fulfilling my ambition of becoming one with the gods and becoming the sole God of War.

Before a very brief appointment ceremony, Murakami finally became the prime minister of that country. After stepping down from the stage, he faced the camera and recited his inaugural address, which he had already written down, without any fluctuation or passion.

At least that time, we will believe in the prestige of the shrine again, and we will speculate that the shrine defeated Takemikazuchi through conspiracy and scheming.

My old computer is about to be shipped out, so I need to get a new one.

Chapter 188 Unstoppable

A thunderstorm roared in on a summer night.

The neon lights under the rainy night were still colorful and vibrant, and even the occasional thunder could not drown out the hustle and bustle of the city.

In the izakayas on the street, office workers drink and complain about the troubles of work and life.

The television was still replaying the prime ministerial election that had just been completed that day, but for most people it was just something to talk about over tea. The change of prime ministers could not change Tokyo at all.

The shrine nestled at the edge of the hot spring, its large banana leaves providing shade. Raindrops pattered on the leaves and fell into the water, creating countless ripples on the calm surface of the hot spring.

After several days of damp and stuffy weather, the rain finally stopped, and Jingu closed his eyes to listen to the sound of rain.

He always considered himself a man who had transcended vulgar tastes and possessed refined taste, unlike the misconception many people held that he was a party girl every night and always surrounded by women.

Like now, soaking in a hot spring alone and listening to the sound of raindrops hitting the city is also a kind of enjoyment.

The idea that he's lecherous and only likes pretty girls is pure fabrication.

"Rare indeed, you've come all the way here to soak in the hot springs by yourself. What's wrong? Have you suddenly lost interest in women?"

After her initial tsundere moment, she opened the sake and poured a cup for Jingu.

Is he still talking about that dream of the starfish?

Seeing the stunned expression after her initial arrogance, Jingu snorted twice.

It is precisely because there are so few boring or unchallenging things that life is not enjoyable.

"Congratulations to him! Before today, he will have truly conquered that country."

"That guy, look at him, he's the one making excuses for himself, isn't he?"

Gan Yanhou kicked the water with his big feet, and from outside, the whole of Tokyo looked as if it were shrouded in a summer night thunderstorm.