I directed the mythical revival in Tokyo

Chapter 152: The Battle of Sekigahara in the New Era
It's a little chilly in Tokyo today. It's October and the drizzle is continuous.

Outside a mansion, a man in a dark suit, with red eyes, was bowing deeply to the priest, his voice choked with sobs.

"It is a great trouble for you to come here in person."

The rain dripped mercilessly on his shoulders, but it could not alleviate the grief in his heart.

The reason was that the man's family pillar had a minor accident some time ago - he was vaporized in Izumo City.

[Once the old guy dies, we will definitely be eaten up. ]

The priest opposite, dressed in Shinto attire, also bowed slightly in return and spoke earnestly.

"Please cheer up! I believe your father in heaven would not want to see you so depressed!"

"..."

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Ever since the news of Ryomen Sukuna's resurrection spread like wildfire, many high-ranking officials have flocked to Izumo City for safety reasons.

However, a sudden change shattered their grandiose delusions.

For example, Ryoumen Sukuna launched a "small" attack.

And Neon's top executives happened to gather in the center of Izumo City.

As a result, a large number of Neon executives were massacred in Izumo City.

Just like the funeral at this moment.

Tokyo at this moment is showing a different look.

For the people at the bottom, life seems to have only a few more daily rhythms, such as their more frequent visits to Shinto shrines to pray for protection.

However, in the high-level world, unprecedented waves have been set off in recent days.

On the road, familiar commercial vehicles are flowing continuously.

Perhaps these vehicles are busy dealing with the funeral of an elder in the family? Or perhaps they are busy making connections?
【These are truly eventful times.】

The priest sat in the back seat of the car, squinting his eyes slightly, his thoughts drifting to his recent busy work. He sighed softly, feeling deeply moved.

"Master Nobuma, you have become very famous in Tokyo recently!" the person next to him complimented him, "These past few days, many important people have been asking you to participate in their funeral ceremonies by name."

"It's just that times have changed." The priest responded calmly.

He naturally understood the reason behind this.

With the emergence of gods, the status of these clergymen has also changed significantly, and they are increasingly valued by the top leaders.

The most obvious change is that the number of invitations they received regarding funeral planning has increased exponentially.

In Japan, the choice of Shintoism or Buddhism at a funeral usually depends mainly on the local family's religious traditions.

If the family is a devout Shintoist, or if Shintoist elements are incorporated into the funeral ceremony, it becomes customary to invite a priest to preside over the funeral.

In the past, this type of funeral service among the lower classes was almost monopolized by Buddhism.

But recently, with the occurrence of several major events, many small shrines have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, breaking this pattern and beginning to seize the market.

Who made it so that there were no extraordinary people in Buddhism?
dong dong dong-

Suddenly, there were several taps on the priest's window.

He looked in the direction of the voice and saw the person coming, then he quickly opened the car door to welcome the person in.

Minister Miki was seen wearing a black suit and holding a long umbrella. He put it away in a cool manner and sat side by side with the priest.

The priest in the carriage spoke first.

"So you're here for Minister Yamada's funeral? I couldn't find your seat."

Minister Miki put the umbrella next to the bicycle frame, looked around, and then looked at the priest with a smile.

"I can't help it. You've been too busy lately, so it's understandable that you can't take care of your old friend's feelings."

Hearing this, the priest shook his head speechlessly and glanced at Minister Miki, "Tsk tsk, are you worried about me?"

"Don't worry too much. I will never side with Amelica. You know, Japan is the headquarters of Shintoism. If Amaterasu finds out that his priests have defected to a foreign country, I won't be able to report to him."

Minister Miki touched his chin, looking slightly embarrassed, and then changed the subject.

"How could I possibly think that? I just came to tell you some good news."

At this point, Minister Miki's face showed joy.

"Minister Fujiwara told me that the Extraordinary Countermeasures Bureau is likely to be upgraded to the Extraordinary Countermeasures General Bureau!"

"Promotion?"

Upon hearing this news, the priest's expression slightly changed. Although he had long expected that the other party might be promoted, he did not expect it to be so fast.

"Is there any news about the specific time?" the priest asked.

Minister Miki shook his head and answered casually: "At present, only the top leaders have this intention. However..."

At this point, Minister Miki's mouth curled up again: "Go talk to those senior officials. At least they are willing to throw this matter out as bait. That means there is still hope!"

The priest opened the fan with a snap, covering his face, and gentle words came slowly from behind the fan.

"Then I'll be waiting for that day to have your celebration banquet! The future Minister Miki!"

"Where is it, too much, too much!"

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"This rain is so refreshing. Whenever it happens, the tea always becomes more fragrant!"

A burly man, nearly two meters tall, leaned on the sofa, slowly picked up a cup of tea and savored it carefully.

“What a great tea!”

At this time, the person sitting opposite the strong man was Colonel Basa.

The two were chatting and laughing, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

Next to him, a man sat with a smile on his face, shrinking his body as much as possible in an attempt to reduce his presence.

This man is none other than the mayor of Izumo City, who is visiting Misaka Yana together with the chief priest of Izumo Shrine.

Colonel Basa looked at the sturdy man in front of him with a smile. Just based on the other party's strong body, he, a man with a military background, was very impressed.

"Mr. Maori, what do you think about the investment of many countries in Izumo City?"

"Hahahaha, I'm just an ordinary citizen. How can I possibly care about these big things?"

The sturdy man responded with a smile, and at the same time, he looked to the side, at the trembling mayor of Izumo City, "Mr. Miyoshi, what do you say?"

Ha ha ha.

Mayor Miyoshi could only allow a fawning smile to appear on his face in response.

As the mayor of Izumo City, he knows very well who the real leader is in Shimane Prefecture.

That is the Mori family who has been operating here since the Warring States Period.

Looking back in history, after the Battle of Sekigahara during the Warring States Period, the Mori family faced the army of Tokugawa Ieyasu and finally chose to surrender.

However, the Mori family did not completely disappear like some Warring States daimyo, but continued to serve as the daimyo of the Edo shogunate until the end of the shogunate, and eventually moved behind the scenes, and its influence continues to this day.

And the person sitting in front of him at this moment was the current head of the Mori family - Mori Moto.

Mao Liyuan looked at Mayor Miyoshi's reaction with satisfaction, then turned his head back and looked at Colonel Basa with a calm tone.

"If you have any conditions, just tell me directly! I believe Mayor Miyoshi will consider them carefully."

【Tsk tsk】

Colonel Basa looked at the old monk in front of him, Maori Yuan, and chose to get straight to the point. "Mr. Maori, do you still remember the last words you said before Ryoumen Sukuna left?"

Mao Liyuan closed his eyes, leaned back, and whispered.

"Will there be a battle between Kunitsu God and Tianjin God?"

"Indeed, since the conflict between Kunitsu God and Tenjin God is inevitable, how could Mr. Maori, as the de facto ruler of the Izumo region protected by Kunitsu God, choose to betray the local faith?"

Colonel Basa stared at Maori Yuan who remained silent.

Seeing that the opponent was still maintaining a monk-like posture in meditation, Colonel Basa decided to strike while the iron was hot.

“I firmly believe that with the help of the international community, especially the strong support of America, we will be able to build a new Shimane Prefecture with Izumo City as the core!”

Having said this, Colonel Basa stood up and walked to the window. He raised his hand and placed it on the window sill, looking through the rain curtain at the messy land outside the window.

Although the weather is not very good, driven by huge amounts of money, hundreds of thousands of civil engineering workers outside the window are busy here day and night.

In this wave of construction, the most eye-catching is the ever-expanding Izumo Shrine and the Izumo Branch of Suwa Shrine which is under intensive construction.

Colonel Basa shook his head with a hint of disdain in his tone.

"Look at this mess. When Ryoumen Sukuna appeared, what did the Tianjin gods do? They did nothing! They just hid high up on Takamagahara, turning a blind eye to the suffering below. The ones who truly protect Izumo Province and Izumo City are the local gods of your region!"

"Whether it's Susanoo who is a supporter or Takemikata who really plays a positive role, they are all the guardian gods of Izumo City."

Maori Yuan continued to sip his tea in silence. Colonel Basa changed the subject.

"Neon already has Tokyo and Kyoto as its economic and political centers, so why can't there be a center for belief in gods?"

"Shinto Izumo, doesn't this name sound great?"

Hearing this, Mao Liyuan's eyes suddenly widened, and he finally reacted after thinking for a moment.

"It is indeed an extremely tempting suggestion. Tell me, what do you want?"

"He who knows the times is a hero!" Colonel Basa nodded approvingly.

At this moment, a secretary with a briefcase not far away walked over at the right time, took out a stack of documents from the bag, and handed them to Mao Liyuan respectfully.

Maori Yuan quickly glanced at the contents of the document and then placed it on the table. He folded his arms, lay back, closed his eyes, and thought quietly.

"The Battle of Sekigahara in the new era?"

At first glance, the title on the document is eye-catching.

[International City - Izumo Special Administrative Region]

【Shinto City Plan】

【Butei High School Plan】

……

"123, pull!"

Due to the dark clouds, the ocean has lost its usual blue color, but even so, many fishing boats still choose to go out to sea at this time.

On a slightly dirty fishing boat, many sailors are busy.

They kept pulling a green fishing net onto the deck using a lifting bar.

"Left, left, left... Very good, release!"

As the net bag broke, a large number of fish kept slipping out and scattered on the deck.

Inside the cabin, a dark-complexioned middle-aged man looked at the catch in front of him with a face full of joy.

He pointed his chubby finger at the first mate next to him and said, "Hey, man, this should be at least twenty boxes, right?"

The first mate looked at the fish in front of him, his face also filled with joy of a good harvest, and said affirmatively: "Don't worry, there will definitely be some!"

"123, go!"

The sailors began to pick and choose busily on the deck, throwing the large quantities of dead fish and jellyfish in the nets back into the sea.

For those working at sea, these fish, which do not fetch a good price and take up the carrying capacity of the boats, are of low value, so they are generally not kept on board unless the catch is extremely poor.

Just as the sailors were busy picking out fish, someone suddenly looked up and saw that a thick fog had floated above the sea.

"What a thick fog!" The sailors' exclamations echoed on the deck.

Hearing this, the first mate's eyes changed and he hurriedly shouted to the captain.

"We'd better leave quickly!"

The captain frowned and asked in confusion: "Why is this?"

The first mate explained solemnly.

"Do you know the recent legend about the Sea God? It is said that the Sea God has recently moved south and is expected to be near us during this period."

"If a thick fog suddenly rises in a short period of time, it is very likely that the Lord of the Sea is looking for food nearby!"

The captain's face changed when he heard this, and he asked slowly: "Could it be..."

He covered his mouth with his hands and made the shape of a whale.

For those who make a living on the sea, they have always had a sense of awe towards the gods related to the ocean.

The most famous among fishermen recently is the White Whale God, who is said to help ships in distress and even help drive away schools of fish.

However, there is one situation in which the wrath of Poseidon will appear, and that is a fishing boat with a whaling smell.

[If I had known earlier, I would not have bought this second-hand fishing boat for cheap]

The captain looked at the first mate's solemn eyes, then turned to look at the fish on the deck, gritted his teeth, and then shouted below.

"Guys, get ready to return!"

Rumble, as the ship's engine sounded, the ship began to slowly turn around.

Before long, the fog over the sea became thicker.

Looking at the thick fog in front of them, everyone on the boat breathed a sigh of relief.

The captain couldn't help but say to the first mate beside him: "Sure enough, this should be the sea god looking for food here. My friend, you made the right choice!"

The first mate nodded and was about to speak when suddenly his eyes widened and his gaze was fixed on the distance.

“Wait, that’s… that’s…” The first mate’s voice began to stammer.

The captain frowned slightly and looked in the direction of the first mate's gaze. Then, the trumpet in his hand fell to the deck with a snap.

"Oh my God!" the captain exclaimed, "Is that a mirage?"

What caught everyone's eyes was an island full of green trees and flowers in the mist, which was out of season!

In the center of the island, there is a huge mountain that reaches the sky, towering majestically.

Surrounded by mist, the island looks like a fairyland, breathtakingly beautiful.

However, in just a few seconds, the fog above the sea surface suddenly became thinner.

Then, not long after, as the fog completely disappeared, the island that had been seen before also disappeared.

The two men on the deck looked at each other.

"Captain, the fog has dissipated. Should we go back to fishing?"

"..."

"Still thinking about that damn fish! It doesn't matter if it's not full! Return home quickly!!!"

(End of this chapter)