From Naruto onwards, I've become a dreamer.

Chapter 294 Tonight, Tokyo Sinks

Suddenly, the ethereal sound of a wooden clapper echoed through the dark streets of Tokyo.

In an instant, Genji sensed malice, gripped his ancient sword Spider Cutter tightly, and looked towards the end of the street with eyes like a hawk, following the sound.

Sizzle sizzle sizzle sizzle
The streetlights on both sides of the street emitted a piercing noise, like an electrical short circuit.

The pitch-black night surged in like a tide, carrying with it an extremely unsettling atmosphere, as if some kind of monster lurked there.

"Old. Boss?"

Yaksha swallowed hard, his eyes filled with vigilance, and said in a low voice, "Something seems off."

"Nonsense, do you even need to tell me?"

The crow licked its dry lips, its expression grave.

Genji heard the discussion between the two behind him, but he had no time to think about it. His attention was focused on the end of the street, on the ancient alchemical sword 'Spider Cutter'. His fingers were white from the excessive force, and visible veins were bulging on his forehead, brewing a chilling killing intent.

The rustling sound of the clapper came from afar, monotonous and ethereal, like a heavy iron hammer striking everyone's heart.

An invisible pressure spread like a tidal wave.

At the end of that dark street, the scene suddenly seemed to drop frames, as if several seconds had been cut off, and then, without warning, a figure appeared.

The man wore a pale Noh mask, a chilling smile on his face, and a black haori, while striking a clapper in his hand.

"Yuan-kun, is this your guest?"

Adam looked at Genjiro and asked.

"Those who do not receive an invitation will not be called 'guests'."

On Genjiro's delicate face, a rare solemnity appeared, and his right hand quietly gripped the hilt of his sword, as if he were ready to launch an attack at any moment.

"No need to be so nervous, my friends."

The old man wearing a nobleman's mask stopped a dozen meters away from them.

It stood like a mountain before them, looking down at them from above. Its black shadow was stretched long in the moonlight, enveloping everyone like a monster.

An extremely uneasy feeling began to grow and spread in Yuan Zhisheng's heart.

From the moment the old nobleman appeared, the atmosphere became oppressive and terrifying. The feeling was as if it could strike the depths of one's soul, as if an invisible hand was gripping one's heart, forcing all the blood in every vein out of the body. This made Genji feel quite uneasy.

"You are...the Demon Clan?" Genjiro's muscles tensed, like a powerful bow ready to be drawn, his eyes blazing with bloodlust and savage golden light.

The conflict between the Snake-Headed Eight Families and the Demon Clan has reached an irreconcilable point.

Just the day before yesterday, Mr. Tachibana Masamune, who led the Snake Clan, officially ordered preparations for a full-scale war to completely sever this curse that had lasted for a thousand years.

The Oni Clan, who used to be like rats in the gutter, now dare to appear openly in front of him, the young master of the Genji clan. Are they planning to die?

No. The actions of the Fierce Ghosts are always purposeful; they would never appear here without a reason!
Just then, the old man wearing the mask of a nobleman slowly opened his arms and, with an air of pride, exhaled a white mist from his mouth. On the eerie, pale mask, the corner of his mouth curled into a startling arc, and his hoarse voice echoed: "You may call me 'King General'."

King general? !
In an instant, Yuan Zhisheng's heart seemed to skip a beat, and his blazing golden eyes narrowed, revealing a look of shock.

The old man wearing the mask of a nobleman was actually the leader of the Fierce Demons, the greatest threat to the Snake Clan, and the 'King General' known for his cruelty and tyranny?
Prior to this, although Genji had made some guesses, he had never associated it with "King General" and only thought it was someone else from the Demon Clan.

Now, when facing the true leader of the Oni Clan, 'King General', Genji's already growing unease intensified.

The crow and the yaksha, their faces filled with a death wish, drew their swords and weapons.

Upon hearing the enemy's name—the leader of the Fierce Demons, 'King General'—they were already prepared to give their lives for their lord.

Seemingly sensing the awkward atmosphere, Uesugi Erii stepped over Sakura's obstruction and stood directly in front of Adam, her deep red rose-colored eyes fixed on the 'King General'. She stretched out her slender arms like a mother hen protecting her chicks.

The 'King General' who noticed this scene let out a soft chuckle, his meaningful gaze shifting between the two.

"The leader of the Fierce Ghosts wouldn't be here introducing himself for no reason, would he?"

Genji stared coldly at the 'King General', drew his ancient sword Spider Cutter, a chilling killing intent flowing along the blade, brewing a coldness as clear as moonlight.

"I am here on behalf of the 'Fierce Demon Clan' to formally declare war on the 'Snake-Headed Eight Families'."

The elderly nobleman, draped in a black haori, spoke with a forced calm that concealed a terrifying madness. At this moment, his aura was like a raging storm, his violent pressure threatening to crush everything in its path. Anyone who dared to stand in his way exuded a brutal and cruel rage, radiating an aura of carnage and bloodshed.

Upon hearing this, everyone, including Genjiro, Crow, Yasha, and Sakura, was shocked.

They never expected that the leader of the Demon Clan would suddenly appear openly and declare war on the Snake-Headed Eight Families!
"What's wrong? You all look surprised?"

Through the eerie smile on the nobleman's mask, everyone seemed to sense that the face beneath the mask was scrutinizing them with a half-smile: "Isn't this exactly what you wanted? Since you intend to completely bury the 'Divine Burial Ground,' then we have no choice but to declare war."

"shut up!"

Yuan Zhisheng's golden eyes burned even more intensely, like a ball of flame, but mixed with some extreme shock and surprise.

Yes, he didn't expect that the leader of the Fierce Ghosts would suddenly appear in front of them and declare war at this moment!

Just a few days ago, Mr. Tachibana Masamune devised a plan to completely destroy the 'Burial of the Gods' with the help of the agents sent by Kassel, cut off the path of the Oni Clan to the underworld of the Dragon Clan, and wager the entire Snake Clan to unleash a bloody storm and destroy this malignant tumor that was entrenched in their wounds.

But how did the Ghost Clan learn about these plans?
As expected, there was a traitor within the family who leaked Mr. Tachibana Masamune's plan!
"General, don't think you can win just because you knew the plan in advance!"

Genjiro took a deep breath. As the future young master of the Snake Clan, he quickly controlled his emotions and regained his composure: "Whether you declare war or not, the outcome is already predetermined."

“You’re right, I completely agree.”

The king smiled and nodded, saying calmly, "The ending was indeed predetermined, but unfortunately, the one who wrote that ending was not you."

"General, your biggest mistake was showing up here tonight!"

Yuan Zhisheng's pupils narrowed slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "As long as I kill you here, everything will be over!"

"Is it?"

The king chuckled and opened his arms: "Then, let's give it a try."

"Eriyi!"

Yuan Zhisheng's voice suddenly rang out.

Her long, wine-red hair danced in the wind. Dressed in a shrine maiden's outfit, Erii looked like an absolute deity. She gently waved her slender, white fingers in front of her.

The next moment, the 'King General' wearing the mask of a nobleman was suddenly torn apart from between his eyebrows.

The overwhelming power contained absolute 'will', like a decree issued by a god, and embodied a sacred and majestic aura, splitting the hundred-meter-long street in the middle.

"So, who has won?"

Genjiro gazed calmly at the fallen 'King General', then walked over and removed his mask.

However, beneath that eerie smile on the nobleman's mask was an ordinary young face, a face he seemed to have seen somewhere before.

"A very good Word of Power, but unfortunately, she can't kill me."

At that moment, the voice of 'King General' came again from the shadows all around.

"The high and mighty Snake Clan, have you ever thought about this?"

"What will happen to the gods you buried at the bottom of the sea, who have endured millions of years of loneliness and betrayal, if they were to return to land one day?"

Yuan Zhisheng's pupils suddenly contracted, and a chilling aura gripped his entire body: "What exactly did you do?!"

"I simply awakened something that was sleeping in the ocean."

The King's voice carried a certain madness that sent chills down one's spine: "Eight million gods have reappeared on earth. I'm quite curious whether your Snake Clan's Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi can save this land once again, just like your ancestors?"

Drop drop!
The cell phone emitted a piercing sound.

Genji answered the phone, and came the tired and furious voice of his most respected father, Tachibana Masamune.

“Something has happened at Chisei Shrine.”

"Just now, Princess Kaguya detected a large amount of life energy. It has been revived in the Japan Trench. It is the Corpse Guardian buried in 'Takamagahara' that has awakened!"

(End of this chapter)