Tokyo Gods Only Want Beautiful Priestesses

Jingu stood at the crossroads nearby, glanced at it from afar a few times, and then shook his head.

Although I am a bad person, I am not so bad as to target another bad person.

Now we will face the most pressing problem after the fruits of defeat: defeating the Shrine.

The shrine is indifferent to these methods because no matter what they do, it's never really for the sake of fairness or equality. In the end, no one will always be left to reap the rewards of failure.

Masako Takatsukasa

He looked down at the shrine.

At this moment, the man with his head down was still in a state of confusion. He never expected to meet the shrine at that time, and he understood how he should treat me.

After all, no matter what, the shrine could very well wipe out all the people in the world.

Jingu reached out and lifted your hood. Even at that point, the other person didn't seem to resist; they just held their head high so Jingu could see your face clearly.

The marching crowd was still full of passion. After all, they had nothing to eat or drink, and were even told they wouldn't get paid for shouting. They were shouting with great enthusiasm, completely unaware that they were just pawns in someone else's game.

Having just returned from vacation, the men each had their own things to do, except for the shrine, which was completely hands-off. They had something to do, so they could only wander around the seven streets.

"In the end, the outcome depends on the truly key people. As long as I am here, they will have to face me if they want to rise to power. Once they come out of the shadows, these little tricks will be meaningless."

Seeing the other party's guilty behavior, Jingu basically confirmed that if you had no connection with that march, then why did you resist even when you were cornered?

With Jingu's decisive move, the discussion on the matter officially began. Manipulating public opinion was meaningless at my level; it served to protect my position and truly represent the minority.

The eyebrows and eyes are familiar, but the face shape is somewhat unfamiliar. I must have seen you somewhere before. Among the demons I met at the shrine, there should only be Ibuki and Ushi-go-go.

Jingu was quite surprised; I never expected the other party to be a yokai. Shouldn't it be a human?

The man behind her is clearly a demon, but he doesn't have the typical demon characteristics. However, he is just like Ibuki and Ushi-go-ou, lacking the unrestrained and seductive charm that demons are known for. Instead, he looks very natural.

When I first saw the shrine, I was just confused. The other party had saved my life, but now they were involved with these demons.

It is possible that they did, as the struggle for power and profit is human nature. If there really were no selfless saints like this, the divine palace would be truly convinced.

But when the shrine was so close to Ogasawara Yoriko, you suddenly remembered how the shrine had gotten mixed up with these demons that night. The stimulating scenes were still embarrassing for you as a minor, especially since you had pretended to be asleep and watched the whole time.

"You should raise your head. You hate looking at a disheveled male ghost."

"Since the shrine servant hasn't said that about that matter, let's do it that way."

The streets of Shibuya

Unless we truly have no desires, and everything is merely people's own choice and control, even the fruits of failure are harvested by special individuals, then the shrine has a way to deal with it.

"Huh? He knows you?"

As the hood came off, long, pinkish-white hair fell out, and two large horns just beginning to sprout from behind her forehead. It seemed that the hood was meant to conceal her inhuman features.

Therefore, as long as we don't have the ability to defeat the Shinto, whether we do those things, stir up public opinion, or create chaos, we can't truly achieve the best outcome for either the right or the left.

The more the other party admitted it, the more suspicious their behavior seemed. Jingu hurriedly approached, and the other party advanced step by step, slowly making his way to the end of the alley, where he leaned against the wall.

"So those marches and such are just a matter of us doing what we want. If they're going to disband, they're going to disband; if they're going to elect someone, they're going to elect someone. All they have to do is use their connections and influence to find those people who are stirring things up."

"Hmm? The Oni race?"

My clothes were soaked with sweat several times.

Chapter 165 Testing

"You really don't recognize me?"

Jingu repeated it, while Ogasawara Yoriko shook her head like a rattle-drum, then nodded frantically, making it unclear what she meant.

After her bloodline awakened, Ogasawara Yoriko, who originally had an ordinary appearance, looked like she had undergone plastic surgery, waking up to a completely different person every day.

Hot, scalding blood flowed through the veins, bones adjusted and deformed, the old skin was shed, and the new skin radiated a milky white luster.

So the shrine didn't recognize her. Not only did the shrine not remember what she originally looked like, but even Ogasawara Yoriko herself couldn't recognize herself now. In less than half a month, it felt like a lifetime had passed.

Now, she had no idea that she would run into the shrine again. She had no idea how to face it or how to introduce herself.

I'm just an ordinary girl you saved that day? You didn't expect me to have changed so much, did you?

Isn't this a bit too overly familiar? In the end, the other person doesn't even know her. Saving her that day was just a casual act. Besides, Ogasawara Yoriko herself has some reservations.

The shrine maiden had a good relationship with the yokai in that bar, and her own father had died at the hands of those yokai—this was a strange thing.

Twisted relationships and complex mindsets—she is both her savior and connected to her father's killer—leiko Ogasawara has no idea how to contact the shrine.

"Whether we succeed or fail, whether we win or not, even if we protest passionately from the outside until the day we die, it doesn't matter, our true demands will be met."

The ancient blood sacrifice tradition has taken a different form and has been preserved in modern times.

"It's possible, absolutely possible. You're very perceptive when it comes to handsome men around you, how could you possibly miss out on something like that?"

That's your resentment, a knot in your heart that you can't untie. Since you knew from the beginning that there were no demons causing trouble, why did you go to slay the demons and wipe out those demon dens, instead of letting those demons run rampant in the city?

The shrine maiden looked at you with a half-smile, making the man feel somewhat guilty.

Jingu smiled at Taono, the smile in her eyes making Taono unwavering, yet also filling him with an indescribable joy.

"I...I have seen you before, but I don't know you, and you don't know you either."

"Even if, as those who incite us wish, we bring up the existing powerful clans, those who incite us will transform into the new powerful clans themselves. We are now pawns in the rear, the sharp blades in the charge. At that point, we will become the stabilizing factors of society, the group that needs to be purged."

"Is he a member of Ibuki's clan? You probably saw him outside the bar. He looked particularly ugly, but you should have forgotten him."

"Just came to have some fun, it was a whim, and besides, he bumped into that beauty of his?"

"You scoundrel..."

Those words were purely speculation. Ogasawara Yoriko was not ambiguous about what kind of person Jingu was, but from Xiaozhi's eavesdropping that day, she could sense that Jingu Xiaozhi didn't have much of a personality.

"Does the little man from the Jingu mean that our protest will be victorious, and our passion will be slowly worn down?"

The shrine turned around, and below the street, a frenzied crowd held up signs and shouted with boundless energy.

speak

Without a clue, it's impossible to grasp the essence of things. It's just that the divine palace can sense the chaotic state beyond the other party's superficial thinking, so there's no need to be overly concerned.

Just from that one point, many men can come up with all sorts of dirty and sordid reasons, such as those in power using the power of monsters to achieve certain goals, while you, the people who watch, are sacrifices and costs, left to be hunted by monsters.

After a slow, deliberate thought, Ogasawara Yoriko forced a smile and spoke in a sweet voice she had never used before.

Since I have recognized myself, then let's see...

Why would that guy save me in the first place? He probably just used saving me as an excuse to strike up a conversation, right?

"Perhaps he's too busy? Someone as important as you would only catch a glimpse of him in a hurry, so naturally he would remember you."

Ogasawara Yoriko was not without resentment, because your father also died because of the same incident, and you were most able to empathize with those protesters. How could that resentment be easily erased?

"Why would a lowly mortal like me come to that place? There are no beautiful women or fine wine there, only a bunch of messy, peculiar people."

"So why did he come here? Ogasawara Yoriko? That name sounds quite unusual."

“Your name is Jingu. If you call me ‘lower-class’, you should include your name. Otherwise, it will seem very strange.”

Your body may have softened, but your heart has not. You keenly heard the unspoken words of Jingu about Ibuki, and you silently noted them down in your heart. As expected, there is no illicit affair between us.

Seemingly relying on his double charm and bad looks, Jingu acted with no restraint. If this happened on a normal street, he would probably be considered a thug harassing multiple men in the street.

"Moreover, to get to the bottom of things, what did he think was the right way to handle that matter? Should he tell the truth to all the people, and announce to the whole world that there are no monsters or gods in the world, and that these guys exist independently of the human legal system, lurking in the shadows, eating human flesh and drinking human blood?"

"How else can we end this? Just throw those useful signs and flyers out of the trash, then wait for the sanitation workers to clean up, and let the families go home to sleep or count their money."

However, Ogasawara Yoriko had a simple mindset towards Jingu, and her charm was not strong enough. Jingu would also touch her hair a few times, and she was still not soft-hearted.

"Are we just going to let monsters eat people and then do nothing about it?"

Although I know that Jingu is a womanizer, in the short time we spent together, she didn't just seem like a complete pervert. Instead, she seemed proud of it and even said things like she would miss out on any of the handsome men around her.

Jingu waved his finger at you and said quickly and deliberately.

"is it?"

Jingu's words refuted Ogasawara Yoriko's lie, causing your fake smile to freeze.

"You just lack a bit of curiosity. After all, many people have died at the hands of monsters. Yet you made such a small fuss that time, so you must have known how it would end."

Yoriko Ogasawara wants to try to break off relations with the shrine, understand my attitude towards these demons, and then decide how to face her savior.

Following the pent-up frustration in her heart, Ogasawara Yoriko never expected that her words would expose her true identity, and she naturally blurted it out.

The Shrine? The man silently memorized the name, intending to ask about it when he got back, and investigate further.

After hesitating for a long time, Ogasawara Yoriko finally spoke.

Eight sentences were meant to tease the other party, implying that the true nature of the shrine wasn't completely rotten. Turning back, the street was bustling with noise again, as if another round of speeches had ended.

"Yes, yes, yes, that has absolutely nothing to do with whether we are successful or victorious, or whether we have any passion."

Chapter 166 Demon Hunter

"Why are you so excited? Even I can't pretend I didn't notice this anymore."

Faced with the girl's excited expression, Jingu simply shook his head, his face indifferent.

The girl, only realizing her mistake later, understood that her words had completely exposed her identity, and she could no longer pretend to be an ordinary demon to gather information from the shrine.

However, since she had already been exposed, she decided to ignore it all. Ogasawara Yoriko gritted her teeth, stubbornly raised her head, and mustered the courage to meet Jingu's gaze.

"Please answer me! Lord Jingu! Why do you allow monsters to devour people? You are clearly not a monster, and you are willing to save people from the clutches of monsters, so why can't you cut off the source and kill the monsters?"

If all the demons had been exterminated, so many people wouldn't have died. If the shrine had exterminated all the demons on the day they saved him, his father wouldn't have died.

Faced with the girl's questioning, Jingu was not angry. He could roughly guess why the girl was so agitated, but it was not easy to say it in a tactful way. He couldn't very well ask her if she was so agitated because her father or mother had died.

After carefully considering his words, the shrine maiden tried to use a relatively gentle and tactful tone.

"Has someone in your family just died?"

One sentence instantly stumped Ogasawara Yoriko. What did he mean? Was he mocking me? But why was his tone so gentle? Her mind went completely blank.

Yoriko Ogasawara pulled up her coat. Although there was no need for any defense, she did it subconsciously, trying to reveal her strength.