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Chapter 466 Forever Speeding Along the Path of the Wind

Poor society.

The Independent Republic of Kyoto is a society with an overly rigid class system, much stricter than Honnoji Academy.

Uesugi was a paradise for tourists and victors, but Shimogion, in contrast, could be called a hell for laborers.

An inverted pyramid-shaped hierarchical geography spreads underground in Kami-Gion City.

It is divided into four levels: the "top level" of the first underground level, the "middle level" of the second to ninth levels, the "lower level" after the tenth level, and the abandoned "bottom level".

Originally built gradually to accommodate large buildings exceeding architectural standards, today, in order to maintain the beautiful Gion as a tourist destination, it has become a space where the poor and social deficiencies gather.

Each floor has a simulated sky on the ceiling, with regularly arranged LEDs replacing sunlight. Of course, real sunlight can't reach the ground, so the people of Lower Gion have uniformly pale skin, making their appearances clearly different from those of Upper Gion.

Sewage seeping from the upper floors often cascades down like a waterfall, and the ceilings sealed with reinforced concrete are shrouded in a gloomy, polluted smog, forcing people to live in a harsh environment.

In reality, it was a dark underworld that could be described as the dark side of Kyoto. Shimogion, where all moral ethics were destroyed and degenerate due to the poison of the economy, was none other than Sodom in the west!

This is one aspect of the end times predicted in the Kojiki!
The large elevators at Kyoto Station, which transport workers like Ferris wheels, are among the largest elevators connecting Kami-Gion and Shimo-Gion.

The laborers who wanted to return to their lives in Shimogion were sent to the large elevator in a chaotic line of about thirty people without proper identity checks.

They were bustling about, like worker ants.

Although living on Earth is difficult, descending is easy.

The girl, dressed in the uniform of a prestigious high school, hesitated for a moment by the elevator. Although she seemed to be short of money, she was from Gion and had never been to the industrial area below the sixth floor because of her family background. The environment there was too terrible and it was not a safe place to go.

Of course, there are connections between the so-called family and criminal organizations. She is just an insignificant, marginal figure in them, and so far she has only been striving to get into college. Although she is not in danger of surviving, if she fails, she might become a courtesan (literally)...

For countless mortals in this era whose lives are as worthless as grass, she is actually a lucky one. She is not infected with any diseases, is in good health, and has not undergone any biochemical modifications in order to survive.

The girl's gaze swept subtly over the workers queuing to enter the crowded elevator, most of whom showed symptoms of alcohol poisoning.

The Japanese government-owned giant, "Yoroshisan Pharmaceutical Co., Ltd.", produces a flagship product called Mali Drink, which is a legally available product with stimulating and brain-boosting effects.

Therefore, Mali drink is very popular among "losers/lower-class workers". However, because the product contains narcotic ingredients, it is addictive. Drinking a dozen bottles at once can cause acute poisoning, vomiting, excessive excitement, and confusion. If the usage and dosage are not followed, it can make people very high.

In short—ice.

Birth, aging, sickness, death, and the cycle of nurturing teachers—every day is a cycle of nurturing teachers…

It now seems that this "Yangshifu Pharmaceutical Company" is probably controlled by a dark ninja group, just like the "Zuifu Film Industry Group" that dominated Kyoto.

Although she didn't realize it at first, once she changed her perspective, Yamoto Kohime's horizons quickly broadened. The various phenomena that were usually deliberately concealed actually contained clues about the presence of ninjas.

She even felt that everyone she saw now could be a ninja.

“Aieeee…”

Whenever she thinks, she can't help but tremble. It's not a physiological fear caused by her DNA, but a psychological fear that arises from thinking.

"what can we do about it?"

Even knowing the truth hidden in the shadows, JK, a girl who is still underage, doesn't know what she can do, or rather, what she can accomplish.
She's just an ordinary high school girl.

Even if you study hard, receive higher education, and succeed in the difficult, life-or-death university entrance exams, you will become a winner in life, eventually holding a high position in a major corporation (or a shady company), enjoying high salaries, great benefits, and a bright future, becoming one of the world's top 5% of the population. In contrast, a careless person could be sentenced to a village-level punishment or even fall to the status of a lowly laborer.

Or perhaps he was simply killed by a passing ninja.

Namo Amitabha Buddha. No matter how hard you try, in this cruel degenerate age, it will easily turn to ashes.

Moreover, the girl Xiao Ji's grades are not outstanding... at least for her, the probability of becoming a courtesan is greater than the probability of going to school... her physical strength is also not outstanding, her athletic ability, musical ability, karate and mystery are all decisively lacking... the only skill worth mentioning is probably origami.

Jia Ji's assessment of this was—

"Not going to school."

"Stop studying, Xiao Ji, drop out of school."

It was extremely rare for him to offer such advice to a teenage girl, unlike anything he had given to anyone else.

"Doing the right thing in an unreasonable world will only bring disaster. No one can stay lucky in this shitty world forever. It's time for a change."

And so, her goal of getting into a good school was shattered by those three sentences, and the confused girl chose to follow the direction indicated by the North Star. Namo San! She gambled on her intuition and the mysterious call, choosing to climb a path as treacherous as Mount Fuji in winter.

"What are we going to do?"

The girl tilted her head, puzzled.

She doesn't have any particularly close friends at her current school. Everyone is too busy with the pressure of getting into a good school to think about others, so she doesn't feel any attachment to it.

In this chaotic world, only one's own karate is truly trustworthy.

No karate, no ninja!
No karate, no high school girl!

If the goal is simply to enable the young girl Xiao Ji to live a good life in this world of declining Dharma, then we should start training her now and give her enough power.

But is Jia Ji's purpose really that simple?

Did he come only to change one person's fate?
No! No! No!
No longer appearing in a post-apocalyptic punk style, but dressed in magnificent and majestic attire, the man walking in the world of Dharma-ending Age raises his palm upwards beside the girl.

His hand, pointing directly at the dark sky, clenched instantly. A bright and clear light, completely different from the oppressive and frenzied atmosphere, continuously seeped from his palm, flowing along his skin and every fiber, spreading upwards—his palm, arm, elbow, shoulder…

The boundless battle aura, as vast as the ocean and the sky, was a thousand times brighter than the magnificent neon lights on the five-story tower, bursting forth from his body with a light capable of melting everything.

Suddenly, Yamoto Koki heard his deep voice echo across the wide street—

"I will use my fists to seize this chaotic world! I will shoulder the responsibility of creating a clean sky!"

No, it wasn't just her; even the surrounding laborers looked up in disbelief, their fervent and excited expressions gradually calming down. Then came tourists, tour guides, courtesans in business, police officers and their servants, gangsters, anti-Buddhists, and arrogant bandits… countless people and groups heard his loud announcement at the same time, and all turned their gazes in this direction at the same moment. In that instant, the entire underground city, the entire city of Gion, echoed only with his voice.

Of course, the ninja heard it too.

"So warm."

The girl couldn't help but sigh. The coldness that had gripped her body and bones stopped, as if something special in the air had been dispelled by this man. He exuded a unique aura that no matter how biting the wind was, it couldn't penetrate her.

It was clearly just one person shouting, yet it seemed as if millions of people were shouting together. If there were clouds in the sky, this declaration could shatter them; if there were an earthquake beneath one's feet, this declaration could quell it.

For some reason, ever since he put on the same clothes as the previous generation's inheritor, Jagi has always wanted to smoke a Tobacco, but he doesn't have any of those things in his pocket.

In this damn world, there are plenty of people who smoke so much that they have to go to "Yang Laoshi San Pharmaceutical" to have their lungs mechanically and artificially modified, so he doesn't plan to specifically buy these things with unknown chemical ingredients.

So he sighed and became annoyed.

Anger spread like wildfire.

If Jagi had not personally set foot in this world, he wouldn't have had much of a feeling about this world of decline. After all, it would be too arrogant for him to decide how the world and humanity would develop.

But after witnessing firsthand how this world, where even a cigarette can't be smoked properly, and where 95% of the population is exploited, he finally understood that this distorted world had reached a point where it was time to take strong measures and set things right.

"Fist of the North Star is a fist for chaotic times. In order to end the chaos, the Hokuto main family cultivated a male successor who could create the strongest fist technique to unify the world. This is the destiny of the Hokuto descendants—although I do not have the same great ambition as the ancestor of the Hokuto family, I cannot sit idly by..."

He looked up at the colorful neon lights, as if he had traveled thousands of miles and seen the farthest reaches of the world.

"They're illegal immigrants!"

"You're kidding me, KORA!"

"Surround them and beat them with batons"

Finally realizing what was happening, the sumo wrestlers and cops who were maintaining order nearby started shouting in groups. Even though they had witnessed the other party's terrifying figure, because Jagi was not a ninja, their NRS did not react, but instead charged forward in a frenzy.

"Aba—!"

The sumo wrestler was thrown into the air! Then he flipped over like a tuna washed ashore, and the ordinary policeman who drew his gun did the same thing, as if he was hit by something invisible, and was sent flying before he could even fire his bullet.

The lower-class laborers and the tourists, though of different statuses, were all the same mortal at this moment, and could only scream and hide.

Jagi glanced at the fallen men and swaggered forward, with the girl following closely beside him.

He didn't use the "Secret Technique" to take their lives, so no one broke out and scattered, because his real opponent wasn't these harmless guys, but... ninjas!
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The ninja, who should have spawned like an elite monster, disappeared without a trace even after we left the local products street…

Instead, they were blocked by a strange guy on a motorcycle.

The gangster clone, who was over 180cm tall, rudely took off his shirt and gangster shirt, revealing hideous tattoos and production barcodes. Then, from deep within his abdomen, he uttered gangster insults that made the air tremble!

"...I'll kill you, KORA!"

In that instant, it was as if the legendary yakuza of the Edo period had been transferred to him...!
The so-called Yakuza clone is a clone created using the DNA of the legendary Yakuza member, Nomijima-za Emon, who assassinated the Prime Minister of Japan. It is also a product of "Yoshiro-san".

His opponent was a girl with a tense face, her pretty and youthful face showing a hint of nervousness.

She gazed at the black-clad figure before her. Her long black hair and equally black pupils created a charming appearance. She wore a black top resembling a sailor uniform and a matching black skirt, embroidered with seven large golden stars surrounded by bright red spider lilies, radiating a mysterious phosphorescent glow. Her figure was flat.

Her slender, fair legs were encased in black stockings, and she wore black leather shoes, making her look quite adorable.

Take a deep breath, then exhale. Inhale, then exhale.

"Eeya—!"

Having made up her mind, the girl threw a punch from top to bottom, hitting the vicious gangster who pounced on her.

Namo Samadhi!
The gangster clone's face shattered as if it had been hit by Magnum glass; it didn't even have time to react before it died on the spot!
The robbery failed, and he lost his life instead.

This is also one aspect of the Dharma-ending Age.

"for what…"

The girl, dressed in the Life Combat Uniform, staggered back two steps from the impact, then said in a low voice, "Although my karate skills and mysteries are decisively lacking compared to my chest, dealing with an unarmed gangster is no problem."

Despite being a bio-engineered clone, she couldn't understand why the other party wanted to rob them, nor did she want to kill him.

But this is a step she has to go through.

"They're probably here to deliver a vehicle to us."

All Harley-Davidson style motorcycles, regardless of where they are manufactured, are called Harleys, and the motorcycle driven by the recently fallen gangster replicant was of this type.

It belongs to them now.

After placing the girl, who had experienced too much in the previous night, on the back of the illegally modified motorcycle, Jagi turned the handlebars and headed straight for the airport in the distance.

Kyoto?

Just leave it alone!

His goal is the birthplace of the Red and Black Shinigami of the New Saitama, the origin of the story—the Marunouchi Building!

"The current time is December 23, 2032, and there's not much time left until Christmas..."

"I decide how the story begins!"

(End of this chapter)