Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 162 Shiraishi Nagimitsu's Attack

Ibaraki Prefecture.

Tsukahara Kensei Manor.

Ever since the swordsman Tsukahara Ichiyo, Tsukahara Morihi, and Tsukahara Shigeki, father and son, all died in the arena.

The reputation of the Tsukahara family plummeted. Fewer people came and went, and even many business contracts were cancelled without even asking for the deposit, preferring instead to terminate the contract.

But fortunately, the Tsukahara Sword Saint clan has been passed down for hundreds of years, has a large family and a large business, and has enough direct relatives, so it will not fall like this.

The only remaining elder in the family, Tsukahara Tadakatsu, was kneeling in front of the lobby.

"Everyone, the Tsukahara family has reached its most difficult time. The head of the family died at the hands of Zhang Benhe, and Tsukahara Morihi and Tsukahara Shigeki have also passed away. However, the Tsukahara family has not fallen, and it cannot fall, because there are still all of you sitting here. I hope everyone will..."

Before Tsukahara Tadakatsu could finish his words, a young man ran in in a panic.

"No, it's bad! Someone is challenging our Tsukahara family to a fight to the death in the arena!"

"Who?"

"idiot."

"Who is so bold?"

The entire Tsukahara family immediately started talking about it.

"A woman named Nagano Rei. She was the one who killed Master Tsukahara Morihi."

"Challenging our clan? A fight to the death? Ha! You're so bold!" Tsukahara Tadakatsu sneered and said, "This is the time for our Tsukahara clan to re-establish its prestige. Come on, everyone! Whoever kills her will become the clan elder, regardless of family honors or seniority!"

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All of Tokyo.
All churches, shrines, and registered religious places are holding internal meetings.

The devout believers have all received oracles from their respective gods, and the number of incense burners has decreased a lot recently.

This has caused great trouble to the believers. The number of pilgrims has not decreased, so why is this happening?

Fang Zuo was lying on a chair with his legs crossed.

Playing with a wisp of incense in his hand.

I spent the night with Momoki Kanonai and walked through many places in her memory.

Everything evolved from incense.

Real, extremely real.

Although these religions are generally weak, their use of incense is far superior to that of monks in the spiritual power system.

Fang Zuo threw a grape into his mouth.

There was a pile of cut and washed fruits next to it, which were brought by Fei Guangli again.

This beautiful woman seems to be getting bolder and bolder.

The time spent here is getting longer and longer.

It can be seen that if her body had not recovered from Fang Zuo's torture, she would have to practice yoga in the office.

Suddenly, a fist shot up into the sky from a distance. Zhang Benhe?
No, it's still relatively weak.

Fang Zuo looked at it carefully and seemed to smell the aura of a centuries-old sword spirit.

It seems that the shikigami is called something like Mikazuki Kinmune.

In short, it's a mess.

Didn’t I break up the sword spirit into Yin energy last time and then transfer it into the body of that guy Nagano Rei?
What? Is that little girl Nagano Rei back?
Fang Zuo looked at the direction and it was indeed the direction of the arena.

Inside Tokyo Ariake Arena.

The audience cheered in unison, their expressions excited.

This ticket is really worth buying.

Not only did you get to watch the finals, but you also got to see the tyrannical Kanto swordmasters, the Tsukahara clan.

The Tsukahara Sword Saint clan initially still had some pride and were unwilling to engage in a group fight.

But when one tribesman after another was beaten like a sandbag, thrown into the air, and then fell heavily to the ground, their life or death unknown.

Finally, they couldn't hold back any longer and started moving forward in groups of three or four.

This caused a burst of ridicule from the audience.

But even so, he is still no match for Nagano Rei.

Either death or serious injury.

Tsukahara Tadakatsu was angry and his face turned pale.

At this point, even if the girl was beaten to death, the family's reputation would plummet.

'Boom.'

Another elder of the Tsukahara family was knocked far away by Nagano Rei's punch.

Landed next to Tsukahara Tadakatsu.

The punch left a huge dent in his chest.

The sternum was broken.

The bone pierced the lung lobe and blood foam kept coming out of his mouth. It was obvious that he would not live long.

Many children and elders of the Tsukahara family were lying scattered around.

They were all wailing and groaning.

The ground was covered with blood and exposed organs.

a mess.

No Onmyoji medical staff came forward.

We agreed on a fight to the death, a death agreement.

No treatment is allowed until the end
There were also Onmyoji who had a good relationship with the Tsukahara family and were so blind as to want to step forward to treat them.

Zhang Ben and Yaoyao punched him into a bloody mess.

"This is my place, and my rules. If anyone disagrees, just move and give it a try." Zhang Benhe said coldly.

Looking at the small figure in the distance.

Standing stubbornly in the middle of the field.

My head was covered with tiny beads of sweat, which kept seeping out of my skin, then gathered into streams and fell into my T-shirt.

The originally delicate face was now covered with sweat stains.

Her long black hair was soaked and stuck tightly to her forehead.

"Who else?" Nagano Rei said in a soft voice.

The girl's clear and charming voice, delicate face, and the Shura-like scene at the moment made everyone in the audience feel conflicted and confused.

However, Nagano Rei felt extremely happy as she watched these murderers writhing in pain in front of her.

She had no idea what fatigue was. Her adrenaline was rising rapidly, and her endless fighting spirit never stopped for a moment.

His arms were trembling slightly from exhaustion and hung down at both sides of his body.

At this moment, Tsukahara Tadakatsu's heart was numb, and all he could hear was the wailing of his own son.

There are few people left standing.

It’s over.

The centuries-long reputation of the Tsukahara Kensei family was ruined.

Dozens of people, including several family elders, were crippled by a little woman.

Whether he can survive is still unknown.

How can she be so strong at her age?

Tsukahara Tadakatsu walked off the stage, his face grim and his whole body shaking with anger.

If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have cared about the spectators on the field, and I wouldn't have cared about the family's reputation.

At the beginning, he and several family elders joined forces to besiege her.

Even if it can't be eliminated, it won't be to this extent.

It's not like now, where every time she thinks she can't hold on any longer, but the next moment, another member of the tribe falls.

The whole family fell like dominoes, one after another.

Suddenly, an idea flashed in Tsukahara Tadakatsu's mind.

This girl, perhaps understanding that as a large family, reputation is more important, chose this place as the venue for a fight to the death.

This damn woman.

"Very well, Nagano Rei, you single-handedly destroyed our entire Tsukahara family, but was it worth it? Your life will also be lost here."

"You're still so young, so beautiful, and have so much to enjoy in life. Is it worth it?"

Tsukahara Tadakatsu slowly drew his katana: "That's it. You can't even lift your arms now."

Nagano Rei smiled contemptuously, gritted her teeth, struggled to raise her arms and made a fist gesture.

"Die." Tsukahara Tadakatsu drew an arc with his samurai sword, and a flash of blade light slashed towards Nagano Rei rapidly.

Nagano Rei looked at the approaching knife and tried to struggle to dodge it, but found that she was too weak to move.

I can only close my eyes and wait for this moment to come.

Zhang Benhe's eyes narrowed and he was about to take action.

A huge golden palm print fell from the sky.

Tsukahara Tadakatsu looked at the palm print that suddenly appeared in fear. No matter how he tried to mobilize his spiritual power, his whole body could not move at all.

Everything went dark before my eyes and I lost consciousness.

The audience in the field only felt that endless spiritual pressure was approaching in an instant, making them breathless.

Then Tsukahara Tadakatsu disappeared without a trace, as if this person did not exist in the world.

Then, in the corner where the Tsukahara family was, all the living, dead, and half-dead people who were still groaning were all crushed into bloody mud by the invisible force and flowed out.

The next moment, Nagano Reiya disappeared from the spot.

It's him.

The mysterious man appeared again.

There was an uproar in the audience.

This competition has brought enough shocks.

First came the champion Nagano Rei, a country girl from Omihachiman, who won the championship with three punches and two kicks.

Then one person almost took on the entire Tsukahara Sword Saint clan.

At the end, a mysterious man appeared and crushed all the remaining people in Tsukahara into bloody mud.

Nagano Rei disappears.

A sword master family that has been passed down for hundreds of years is finished just like that.

Someone in the audience noticed that several veteran Onmyoji families quickly disappeared from the stands and left the arena the moment Tsukahara Tadakatsu died.

It goes without saying where they've gone. The remaining members of the Tsukahara Sword Saint family will surely be wiped out tonight, their entire fortune plundered.

Even if the police from the Exorcist Guard arrived, it would probably be too late.

A huge cake accumulated over hundreds of years will make these veteran Onmyojis act like hyenas, ignoring the rules of the Spiritual Dissension Society and tearing it apart.

Then they fled in all directions.

Nagano Rei was held in Fang Zuo's arms, her little head rubbing against him constantly. After finding the most comfortable position, she moaned with satisfaction and stopped moving around.

"Master."

"Ok?"

"I won."

"Ah."

"Won't you praise me?"

"idiot."

"Hey, Master, give me some compliments."

"Okay."

"Thank you, Master. Master, I have a question."

"what happened again."

"I stink, don't I? It's all sweat."

"Kind of."

"Oh, no, no, I need to take a shower. I need to go to the hot spring next to the school. I have a card. It gives a 30% discount for couples."

"You won the championship, but you're still so frugal even though you have the prize money."

"Oh, save some money. It's so hard to find a job."

"Master."

"Shut up and rest, we'll be there soon."

"Let me ask you another question, Master. Are you very good at that?"

"???. What?"

"That's it. You really have to explain it to me. Miss Jin has already told me. Let's try it, shall we? Don't underestimate me. I've watched a lot of educational films in the countryside."

"Shut up, if you keep talking I'll leave you behind."

"Oh." Nagano Rei closed her mouth in grievance.

Until Fang Zuo threw her into the hot spring and was about to leave.

"Master." Nagano Rei stretched out her two snow-white arms from the pool, lay down on the edge of the hot spring, held up her little face, and shouted again in grievance.

"what happened?"

"Aren't you coming with me?"

"Tell me next time."

"Oh."

Nagano Rei slapped the water dejectedly, causing a splash.

I knew that Master likes the coquettish type like Miss Jin.

I'll go pick out some sexy lingerie later.

The sexier the better.

Tired, Rei Nagano struggled to get up, took out a check from her jeans beside her, and looked at it again and again.

The little face was full of smiles.

Got rich.

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"This pervert actually came out of the couple's bath." Momoki Kanonai looked at Fang Zuo with disdain as he walked away: "Is he just peeping alone, or does he have some special fetish?"

Momoki Kanonai felt very disdainful.

Speaking of which, everyone is called Fang Zuo, so the uncle in the dream is much better.

He always patiently accompanied me on my date, even though it was just a dream, and even though I woke up a little hastily in the end.

but.

If he doesn't wake up, it will be the last step of the date.

Thinking of that fatal feeling, at the last moment he desperately stretched his waist to meet the force.

Still drooling in confusion.

Momoki Kanonai's face flushed red because of her own madness.

"Kana, what are you thinking about?" A tall and handsome man stood next to Momoki Kanana, looking at her absent-mindedly.

Now her little face has turned red again for no apparent reason.

The man frowned, had golden curly hair, deep facial features, and an upright figure, which made the Japanese women walking by, both young girls and women, take a few more glances at him.

"It's nothing, David, don't think too much." Momoki Kanonai shook her head.

"I'm not imagining things. How come we haven't seen each other for so long? I feel like you've changed a lot." David brushed his hair and said, "Don't you have something to tell me? We've already walked around the school."

"Also, Channa, as a saint, you should pay attention to your behavior and dress." David stopped and looked Momoki Channa up and down: "I have been holding it in for a long time. I wanted to talk about this as soon as we met."

Momoki Kanona wore twin ponytails and a sailor JK uniform, with a pair of black calf socks and small leather shoes under her skirt.

Combined with her petite figure, she looks like a Japanese high school girl.

"How come you've only been in Japan for a short time and you're already dressed like a Japanese student? Where are your robes and cross?" David said with a serious expression, "You didn't even pray, did you? You must always remember that you are a saint. You must..."

"That's enough, David." Momoki Kanonai took a deep breath and interrupted, "I don't want to be lectured by you all the time, and I don't want you to remind me every time we go on a date that I'm a saint."

"I don't want to dress like a nun every time I go on a date with you, and I don't want to hear you say that this can't be eaten, and that drinking that is against the commandments."

"Even holding hands requires a prayer beforehand, thanking God for His gift. Every date is like a church service."

"Do you know what I want to say to you? I want to break up. I want to cancel the engagement. Do you understand?"

Momoki Kanonai finished her words in one breath.

Then she took out a necklace from her sailor uniform, opened it, took out a small portrait photo, and put it in the hand of her fiancé beside her.

"That's it. From now on, we are just a saint and a knight disciple. Our engagement is dissolved. I will explain this to the bishop."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

"Wait, Momoki Kanonai, what are you crazy about?" David grabbed Momoki Kanonai's shoulders.

"Let go." Momoki Kanonai's eyes gradually showed a little yellow light: "Disciple Knight, your actions are defiled the Saint. I say this for the last time, let go."

"OK." David slowly let go of his hands and breathed heavily: "Can you calm down? Even if we are breaking up, you should make things clear."

"I've made it clear enough." Momoki Kanona turned and was about to leave: "I'm tired of this way of getting along, that's it."

"Momoki Kanonai, even if you want to cancel the engagement, it's not up to you." David stood in front of Momoki Kanonai and said, "Our engagement was completed under the witness of the gods, and the gods' consent is required."

"I will naturally go and ask the gods for help." Momoki Kanonai said with a cold face, "At first, I felt a little guilty, but when I thought about breaking off the engagement, I felt extremely relieved. I then realized that I had wanted to break off this engagement that had burdened me for a long time."

"Guilt? What guilt? You've become a different person since coming to Japan, Momoki Kanonai." David frowned. "The way you talk and dress, you don't look like a saint at all. Have you done anything blasphemous?"

"Now, everything about me has nothing to do with you, Disciple Knight. Please watch your words." Momoki Kanonai took a few steps back and stared at the man in front of her. "You came to Japan to carry out your mission, and I will carry out mine. If you don't have anything else to do, please don't bother me. Otherwise, I will complain to the Archbishop."

"I repeat, it's not your decision to cancel the engagement, my fiancée." David looked at Momoki Kanonai deeply, then turned and left. "I will find out why you've changed, my dear fiancée. Please don't let me find out that you've done anything blasphemous."

Momoki Kanonai looked at David's receding figure and breathed a long sigh of relief.

If I did that in my dream, would it be considered blasphemy against the gods?

If so, what should I do?
She frowned beautifully, feeling a little frightened.

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Shiraishi Nagimitsu was texting a man on the sofa in the office.

The shirt under the uniform was getting tighter and tighter.

She was so nervous that even her female assistants asked her if she had bought the wrong shirt size.

When Shiraishi Nagimitsu turned over the size of her shirt with a slight smugness to show them.

The tone of their exclamations made Shiraishi Nagimitsu's pride as a woman swell even more.

As assistants, they are often responsible for Shiraishi Nagimitsu's work and life matters.

Of course I know what size my MP wears.

Since it’s not that the shirt is too small.

That was naturally a pair of giants that were a little bigger.

They all chattered and surrounded Councillor Shiraishi, asking for the secret recipe for breast enhancement.

Also, Councillor Shiraishi's skin is getting better and better, with delicate skin and not a single wrinkle visible.

Her legs are becoming rounder and rounder, and even when wrapped in gray stockings, you can feel the glow of her fleshy skin.

"You know what, Congressman Shiraishi? The male members of the Diet now look at you far more than Congressman Abe."

"Not only that, I noticed that even Congressman Abe often peeks at you."

"Who doesn't like to look at it? I also want to pinch it. Councillor, please let me pinch it. I don't want this month's salary."

"Alas, I don't want to be this big anymore. I'll be satisfied if I can have skin as juicy as Councillor Shiraishi."

"Alright, alright." Shiraishi Nagi looked at her subordinates, who had worked with her for many years and were like sisters, and she didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "I only have one secret recipe: eat more breakfast."

"Cut" is the same sentence every time.

Everyone dispersed in disbelief.

"I'm telling the truth." Shiraishi Nagimitsu shrugged.

Then she took out her cell phone and continued to text with the man she loved.

Suddenly, a female assistant came in hurriedly from outside the door.

"Councilor Shiraishi."

"Keiko, aren't you taking a break today?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu raised his head and looked at his female assistant in surprise.

"Yes, I found this when my family and I went to the supermarket today, so I brought it to show Congressman Shiraishi." Female assistant Keiko took the mobile phone and showed the photo she took to Shiraishi Nagimitsu.

"Is there such a thing?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu frowned slightly. "Is it just this family, or are they all like this?"

"I had the same concern, so I went to several supermarkets and found the same thing everywhere." The female assistant Keiko flipped through the photo album and showed several photos to Shiraishi Nagimitsu.

"Something's wrong, absolutely wrong." Shiraishi Nagimitsu stood up and called to the assistants outside the office: "Everyone, stop what you are doing and go to the nearby supermarket to investigate."

Just then, a woman walked in: "Excuse me, is this Councillor Shiraishi's office?"

Everyone looked up and recognized him.

Keiko Minamikawa, the most beautiful host in Japan.

(End of this chapter)