I directed the mythical revival in Tokyo

Chapter 190 The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter and the Fire Rat Fur Coat
"Sir! I have brought back the fire rat fur coat that the old Uchiha received as a gift from Princess Kaguya."

[Is this adult referring to me? And, Kaguya-hime... this name seems familiar...]

Minister Fujiwara's consciousness was wandering in a haze, and he seemed to see a man in ancient costume kneeling respectfully at his feet, holding a bright red robe in both hands and presenting it to him devoutly.

He looked down at himself and saw that he was wrapped in a gorgeous hunting robe and sitting on a soft cushion.

【Is this for me?】

With trembling hands, he slowly stroked the red robe with indescribable excitement.

However, at this moment, the vision suddenly changed.

In an instant, Minister Fujiwara found himself in another scene, holding a gleaming dagger in his hand, and in front of him was a black-haired girl who was tied tightly to a wooden board.

She was dressed in gorgeous clothes, but her legs were locked tightly with chains and she could not move.

The girl's eyes were filled with tears and her face was filled with fear. "Father, please don't do this!"

She struggled desperately, trying to break free, but it was all in vain.

Minister Fujiwara's left hand tightly grasped the girl's throat.

Without any hesitation, he stabbed downward with the dagger in his hand.

"Don't blame me, blame yourself for secretly drinking the elixir!"

"Father! Someone else gave it to me!"

“Shut up! The elixir is mine! It’s my elixir! Hahaha! My elixir!!!”

Minister Fujiwara noticed that his tone revealed a hint of madness, and then his vision suddenly changed and he fell rapidly.

thump!
Then he felt as if he were drowning in the blood flowing on the chopping block.

"Hiss Liu~"

The constant licking sounds in his ears made him shudder.

[I am actually drinking this girl's blood? ]

His vision went dark, and then his vision changed again.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a burning palace.

The furniture in the house was ruthlessly devoured by the flames. The thick wooden pillars turned to ashes faster than expected in the sea of ​​fire. The creaking sounds echoed all around, as if it would collapse at any time.

And I seem to be lying on the ground?
Then he saw a pair of feet. He looked up and the existence in front of him lifted his spirits, and his previous confused state was instantly swept away.

A dark shadow was looking down at him, staring at him with hatred in his eyes.

【Nagaya King? ! ! 】

"All the descendants who don't have to wait can die!"

raging!!!

"don't want!!!"

thump!
Minister Fujiwara suddenly sat up, and the quilt slipped off due to the violent movement.

He stared at his hands in disbelief with his eyes wide open, breathing rapidly, and muttering incoherently: "I, I am..."

He gasped, reached out to grab the warm water prepared beside him, and drank it in big gulps, as if trying to calm his inner panic.

Minister Fujiwara's gaze moved downwards, landing on the crimson robe he was wearing.

He couldn't help but tightly grasp the collar of his robe with his other hand, muttering, "Great, the fire rat fur is still there!"

He examined his skin, which was completely different from the state of his original skin when he was nearly seventy years old. It seemed that he was at least twenty years younger.

Minister Fujiwara stretched out his palm, feeling the power surging in his body, and with a whoosh, a tiny flame naturally ignited in the palm of his hand.

The power of the flames seemed to give him confidence.

With a snap, the flame was instantly extinguished by his clenched palms.

Minister Fujiwara's expression became gloomy and uncertain.

Tokyo had been in ruins after a major war a few months earlier.

Although they were eager to remain in Tokyo, the loss to the southern region was acceptable.

However, considering that the work still requires the Emperor's signature and confirmation, in order to advance the work more efficiently, they decided to temporarily move the office to Nara Prefecture.

After all, after the Tokyo incident, the Emperor's voice has increased again...

The Fujiwara ministers also adapted to this change and after completing the reorganization, they moved back to the ancestral residence of the Fujiwara clan.

Last week, he accidentally discovered a secret underground palace in his backyard.

Inside the underground palace, apart from the winding tunnels, only the remains of an old man and a striking red robe remained.

As the current head of the Fujiwara family, he had no choice but to take over this relic.

The moment he put on the red robe, he felt the heat surging in his body and his skin gradually tightening.

Even though it was their first meeting, Minister Fujiwara immediately guessed the identity of the robe.

[Fire Rat Fur…]

“The memories of someone who experienced The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter?!”

Minister Fujiwara placed his hand on his forehead, rubbing it while thinking.

[My clothes seem to belong to the royal palace...]

With a loud bang, a large amount of memories and knowledge emerged in Minister Fujiwara's mind, and a hint of disbelief flashed in his eyes.

"If it wasn't the Emperor at the time, then does that mean that Fujiwara didn't have to wait for the dream of his ancestors for what happened just now?"

"So that girl is one of the daughters of our ancestor who drank the elixir? The elixir... the elixir from Penglai?!!"

Suddenly, Minister Fujiwara recalled the scene in which he bent down and sucked the blood flowing from the girl's body in his dream, and a complicated feeling came over him.

He stared at the clothes on his body.

"Did our ancestors' pursuit of immortality end up being killed by the Lord of the House?"

He panted, trying to sort out his chaotic dreams.

After some thought, Minister Fujiwara finally figured out the context of his dream and understood the origin of the fire rat fur coat he was wearing.

"It seems that after the Lord of the House set the fire, a member of the Fujiwara clan relied on the fire rat fur to escape the fire and fled into the tunnel but was trapped and died inside."

"Sure enough, this thing is meant for me!"

"Oh right! That girl who calls the ancestor father, is she one of the four daughters?"

"I have to go to Fahua Temple as soon as possible tomorrow to check it out!"

"No! Fahua Temple burned down last year! I have to find the backup data!"

Knock, knock, knock. There was a sudden knock on the door.

Minister Fujiwara looked at the fire rat fur on his body, frowned, and asked, "Who is it?"

"Master, it's me!"

The familiar voice of the butler came from outside the door.

Hearing this voice, the tension in Minister Fujiwara's heart calmed down a little.

After all, as his closest person, the butler knew about his fire rat fur, so there was no need for him to be secretive.

"Come in, what's the matter?" he said in a calm tone.

Knock, knock, knock. An old butler with slightly gray hair but in good spirits walked into the house steadily and reported in a low voice.

"Master, the American military has learned about the Fire Rat Fur. They now hope that you can hand over the Fire Rat Fur and promise to give you a satisfactory reward."

"What did you say?!"

Upon hearing this, Minister Fujiwara flew into a rage, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

During the past half month, under the nourishment of the fire rat fur, he deeply experienced for the first time what it meant to be rejuvenated.

Now, the American military actually asked him for the fire rat fur?

This is going to kill him!

Faced with Minister Fujiwara's gloomy and uncertain expression, the old butler remained silent and just stood aside, waiting for the other party's response.

"Who else knows about this?" Minister Fujiwara asked in a deep voice.

"The American military contacted me directly, and I came here right after receiving the message!"

The old butler answered truthfully.

"In that case..." Minister Fujiwara's brain was working rapidly, and suddenly a plan came to his mind, "I remember you mentioned that you found monsters in the gathering place under our control in Hyogo Prefecture, right?"

"Indeed, sir."

The old butler nodded in confirmation.

Minister Fujiwara stared at the fire rat fur coat on his body with burning eyes, gritted his teeth, and waved to the old butler to come closer.

The old butler listened attentively with understanding.

"Next, you do this..."

pat!

The door suddenly closed. Minister Fujiwara took a deep breath, then gently stroked the fire rat fur coat on his body, lay down again, and slowly closed his eyes.

"By the way, the old man in The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter is called Uchiha? What a weird surname..."

"Huh? This last name...why does it sound so familiar to me?"

Minister Fujiwara's heart moved, and suddenly, a figure in a black robe flashed through his mind.

He suddenly opened his eyes, stared at the ceiling, and a layer of cold sweat instantly broke out on his body.

"I remember now! That's a member of that mysterious organization!!!"

He clutched his fire rat fur coat tightly with both hands and began to mutter to himself.

"It's okay, the treasure is mine, no one can take it away..."

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Crunch!

The military boots broke the branches on the ground, making a crisp sound.

Afterwards, the team continued to move forward without hesitation, and wherever they saw was the American Army emblem.

"Sir, we have reached our destination!"

"The Third Extraordinary Team, continue to explore the local situation!"

"Roger that!"

A white officer slowly turned off the walkie-talkie, looked at the team members following closely behind him, and nodded.

He looked around and saw tents everywhere, accompanied by a lot of blood. It was obvious that a fierce massacre had just taken place here.

Not far away, a vehicle overturned on the open ground. The body of the vehicle was charred, the rear door was open, and there were countless footprints around it, suggesting the misfortune that the vehicle had encountered.

"Report to the commander, we have found the camp!"

At this time, a team member walked carefully towards the captain with a bill in his hand and handed it over.

The captain took the bill and flipped through it quickly. The sound of shuffling papers echoed in the jungle.

Suddenly, he folded the bill and a look of disgust flashed across his face.

"A bunch of poachers! They really deserve to die!"

"What's even more damning is that they actually caused such a big trouble!"

With a click, the captain threw the bill to the soldier beside him.

"Save it for me! Tom, Aru, you stay here, and the rest of you continue to explore with me!"

"Roger that!"

……

"Captain, could it be that our target has been robbed by someone else?"

The captain's footsteps suddenly stopped. He turned around, picked him up quickly, and slammed him against the tree.

"Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask!"

The team member who was hit tried hard to grab the captain's arm to steady himself, but the strength difference between the two was so great that he could not stop the captain's actions at all.

"Sorry, Captain."

pat!

The team member struggled to stand up and looked at the captain with a flattering smile on his face.

"By the way, Captain, you should have officially become a user of special abilities, right?"

Hearing this question, the captain unconsciously showed a hint of pride on his face and his mood eased.

"It's just the most common physical enhancement ability."

He said calmly, as if he didn't care.

"You are worthy of being the captain! You know, nowadays, people with special abilities are only one in a million! You are one of the first batch of extraordinary people, which just shows your potential! If we follow you, we will definitely be able to..."

"Stop flattering!"

The captain interrupted him, and although his tone was still stern, his voice was noticeably softer.

Suddenly, the captain in the corner glanced subconsciously and raised his eyebrows.

Then he quickly reached out and picked up the fallen objects on the ground.

"stool?"

He frowned, looked at the thing in his hand, a puzzled expression on his face.

"This seems... not good! Everyone, prepare for battle!"

As the order was given, everyone took action immediately, quickly picked up their weapons, and stood in a circle with their backs to each other to ensure that every direction was within their sight and firepower coverage, leaving no blind spots.

rustling...

From the surrounding woods came the sound of branches being moved, as if some huge creature was quietly approaching.

Cold sweat kept dripping down the captain's forehead. He gripped the weapon tightly in his hand, his heart beating faster, and he listened attentively to the movements around him.

"Damn, I'm in trouble!"

Time seemed to slow down abnormally at this moment, and every second was filled with tension.

The sound of movement in the bushes suddenly stopped, and then a pair of slender shell-like legs emerged from the grass.

The next moment, a huge ant suddenly jumped out, it was one meter high and looked extremely terrifying.

crunch...

As if receiving some kind of instructions, giant ants began to scurry out from the surrounding grass one by one.

However, when the captain saw that all these enemies had appeared, he was relieved.

A look of relief appeared on his face. They had seen this kind of monster in the "Illustrated Book of Hell Creatures" compiled after the Tokyo Incident.

"It's the Hell Ants! The danger level is medium!" He reminded the team members loudly, "There are fifteen Hell Ants in total! Everyone, pay attention to blind spots and ammunition reserves! We are not without the ability to fight!"

"Are you so confident?"

Suddenly, the captain's eyes widened and he looked up, only to see a silver-haired girl squatting on a tree trunk, looking down at them with interest.

[Could it be a supernatural being passing by? ]

No, that's not right!

The captain noticed the joints of the girl's limbs, which had a structure similar to that of ants.

His heart sank.

Snapped!
The silver-haired girl blinked, raised her hand and snapped her fingers.

"Catch him!"

Then, an irresistible pressure emanated from the figure on the tree trunk, covering the entire area.

The captain's mind went blank for a moment. He felt his body gradually losing control, and finally he fell heavily to the ground with a thud.

The last thing he heard was the rustling sound approaching.

【Done! 】

……

"You said our extraordinary team was wiped out during the search?!!"

Colonel Basa's eyes widened in disbelief and he shouted into the phone.

"You must be kidding! That's an elite team led by a formal extraordinary person!"

"Under normal circumstances, they can at least fight against unawakened composite extraordinary individuals!"

The voice on the other end of the phone also became hurried and began to explain continuously.

"Okay, I know."

Colonel Basa took a deep breath, tried to calm himself, then hung up the phone with a click.

"Damn it! You're always causing me trouble!"

He cursed angrily.

"call!"

After a brief thought, Colonel Basa raised his eyebrows, picked up the phone again and dialed a number.

"Hello! Is this Principal Mori from Butei Academy?..."

(End of this chapter)