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Chapter 475 The Uncle Who Stands Tallest at the End
A few hours ago, a girl wearing a red spider lily top walked into the middle floor of the Marunouchi Super High-Rise Building. She had a very flat figure.

The girl entered a sushi restaurant where a banner with words like "Delicious Fried Food," "Tempura," and "DIY" written vertically in extremely bold sumo-style characters fluttered proudly.

"Fujikido, Fujikido..."

Her mission is to find an office worker named "Fujikido Kenji" to prevent an accident from happening, but... who exactly is Fujikido?

"A strange middle-aged man with a wife and children, maybe his eyes are different sizes like Oo, maybe he has no other merits besides being handsome... Anyway, you'll understand when you get there."

The explanation was vague, but it was the best they could do, since no one had ever seen the real Fujikido.

The restaurant was packed with young couples and office workers, all enjoying their tempura to the fullest... But, looking around, Xiao Ji noticed at least seventy or eighty middle-aged men with their wives and children, and they all looked pretty much the same...

"Who exactly is Fujikido...?"

distressed.

Although it takes a month to book entry here, under someone's direction, Xiao Ji easily took down a poor, lonely office worker and took his place.

"It's so great to be able to come here this year."

The wife sitting next to the young girl spoke gently to her husband.

"A ninja! It's a ninja!"

The little rascal sitting in the middle of them was jumping around wildly on his chair, waving his toy nunchucks, making a racket and unable to quiet down. But on such a warm Christmas Eve, no one would scold the child.

"Ninjas? Ninjas don't exist."

"Shuriken, shuriken."

The little devil strikes a symbolic ninja pose from an anime that ignores historical facts and shouts, while the middle-aged office worker, along with his innocent son, pretends to be stabbed in the heart and throat by a shuriken, and struggles in exaggerated pain.

Seeing such a harmonious and exaggerated scene, the girl couldn't help but smile, and her tense nerves relaxed a little after a whole night.

The gentle housewife seemed to notice her gaze, gave Hime a similarly warm smile, and greeted her, "DOMO!"

"DOMO!"

The girl nodded in greeting.

Yes, that's good, that's good.

For such an ordinary and happy family, ninjas are certainly unnecessary...

"DOMO! We got a fresh batch of ingredients!"

"The ingredients are all there, please help yourself!"

The owner warmly greeted the customers, creating an atmosphere that made it easy to relax.

however--

Boom!

A terrifying and dangerous sound suddenly came from above.

Smoke, impact, explosion, panicked screams.

"Aieeeeeeeee...Is there an earthquake? Now?"

"What happened on the rooftop?"

The middle-aged office worker instinctively hugged his wife and son's shoulders, holding them tightly in his arms. His eyes were like those of a tuna, and he looked very weak.

Before the chaos could subside, the ground suddenly tilted to one side, a sign reminiscent of an earthquake that unsettled everyone. Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bowls, chopsticks, tables, chairs, sushi, diners, and everything else all slid to one side.

Bang bang bang bang!

It slid to the other side again.

The walls cracked open, revealing an eerie red color, and the ceiling above shook violently as various chandeliers and decorations crashed down.

After what seemed like an eternity, the tremors finally stopped. Smoke filled the venue, causing those guests who weren't fitted with mechanical lungs to cough. The dust finally settled.

The entire building was eerily silent; the only sounds were the advertising voices coming from the distant street and the hissing sounds that seemed to come from the walls, as if snakes were slithering through them.

"Damn, damn."

Even the most good-natured folks couldn't help but curse, their hard-earned holiday ruined just like that. The owner and customers swayed as they got up, seemingly unharmed, but the shop's environment certainly wouldn't allow them to continue eating.

"Go, go, go."

Like canned tuna, the guests left one by one, cursing and swearing. But when they reached the exit of the Marunouchi Building, they all trembled violently in unison, their faces turning ashen.

"Aieeeeee... Ninja, why ninja?!"

"Ninja, ninja, ninja, ninja ababababa—!"

The Ninja Reality Shock Syndrome has struck, and the Mortals have quietly lost control of their bladders—the Ninja, the Ninja has appeared! Ordinary guests who haven't undergone allergy training have gone insane, foaming at the mouth and fainting.

Appearing before everyone was a short ninja named "Offender," wearing a monkey-head-shaped mask and an earth-yellow outfit!

He bears the same Emblem, a double-bladed sword, or more specifically, two crossed katana, surrounded by the characters for "one," "sword," "two," and "severance."

Excuse me, excuse me!

Despite shouting like that, the ninja, who possessed three times the leg strength of an ordinary person, stepped over the unconscious Mortal as if he were walking on tatami mats, casually kicking away the helpless guest, and wielding the knife as if kicking away garbage, peeling off the straw-like face of the mortal.

Oh, right! As the defending side, the headquarters' forces aren't just deployed on the top floor, where the battleground is; ninjas are also stationed in other locations...

The rude person did not participate in the ninja strife that had just occurred. He only entered the scene after the battle had settled down, with the mission of "killing the surviving civilians affected by the struggle"—this was his initial plan.

His current mission is to go to the highest level to find out what happened, and the ordinary people he encounters along the way can simply be killed on the spot, since they were just unlucky enough to run into ninjas.

Namo San! At the very front of the path of the rude ones, there was a pitiful mother and child who had been separated from their husbands in the chaos, trembling and mentally deranged!
"Aieeee...Fuyuko! Tochigi!"

A scream filled with terror rang out, and a trembling figure appeared in front of the ninja—it was the salaryman uncle! He was holding toy nunchucks, protecting his wife and children behind him!
"Welcome to Hell!"

The rude one approached with a sinister grin! He would die, his wife and son would die; mortals could not fight against ninjas! What could he do but lose control of his bladder? Was this his tragic fate? Buddha, had you closed your eyes again?
"Hiss! Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!"

The ninja who casually trampled on ordinary people stopped and listened carefully.

"Hiss! Hiss! Hiss—!"

The sound came from nearby, which means that some fool saw the ninja but did not choose to run away.

pat.

A girl in a black top embroidered with crimson spider lilies, as vibrant as blood, emerged from the darkness and took a step forward.

"DOMO, nice to meet you, Yamoto Kohime desu."

The girl put down her bowl of noodles and bowed to the rude person.

(End of this chapter)