A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 11 All parties gather
Nerima Ward
On the edge of the garrison town.

"Hey, Jian, if you lose this time, the woman behind you is mine!"

A boy riding an exaggeratedly modified motorcycle, sporting a pompadour hairstyle and a special forces uniform, raised his chin.

"Want to beat me? Dream on."

A boy riding a modified motorcycle next to him sneered, while the hot girl in a school uniform on the back seat gave him the middle finger, which caused his companions to shout and jeer.

"Hahaha, Eguchi, you'd better just do it yourself!"

"What era are we living in? Still sporting that cow dung hairstyle!"

"What did you say?!"

The man with the pompadour, who had been all smiles, suddenly became furious, jumped off his motorcycle, and prepared to teach the rude guy a lesson.

You can laugh at Eguchi, but you absolutely cannot laugh at his hairstyle!

"etc,"

"A gentleman uses words, not actions. Oh dear!"

It's obvious that this is a group of 'bosozoku' (motorcycle gangs).

The phenomenon of biker gangs was prevalent in the 1980s and 90s; it originated from the news industry in Japan at that time: in an era before the development of the internet, news photos were delivered by newspaper couriers.

These deliverymen ride modified motorcycles, speeding through the streets and alleys, running red lights, walking on sidewalks, and delivering news as quickly as possible.

Traffic police usually turn a blind eye to these newspaper staff.

You can race cars and make money at the same time.

Such a cool 'privilege' was something that young people at the time longed for.

With the popularization of motorcycles, young people have followed suit: fish-shaped windshields, high backrests, and "flags" indicating which newspaper deliveryman they are have all been inherited by the biker gangs.

At its peak,
Thousands of bikers roared past, and the police dared not approach.

However, we are now in the age of the internet, the age of 'Reiwa'.

The profession of newspaper deliveryman has disappeared for thirty years, with only a small number of biker gangs still upholding these 'traditions'.

You can laugh at me, but you can't laugh at my hairstyle!

After a few punches,

"Yes, yes, I was wrong, please forgive me."

The guy with the steak-shaped haircut, nicknamed "Eguchi," won.

"Hey, have you had enough of the fun?"

On the other side, 'Ah Jian' impatiently revved the engine.

"It's time for the match."

These biker gang members are mostly poor students from public schools: they have no chance of going to university, and after graduation, they either work as temporary workers in companies or drift aimlessly in society: the chances of them joining the yakuza are extremely slim.

Ultimate Way

The competition is also very intense.

So, while you're young, squander your time recklessly, and what about the future?

talk about it later!

brush---

Suddenly, a figure leaped out from behind the nearby residential house.

Boom!
The person landed heavily on the road in an exaggerated manner.

The young bikers turned around and saw a strong, muscular body slowly getting up, with a slicked-back golden hairstyle and a prajna tattoo.

The Ultimate Path?!
Anyone who dares to have such tattoos on their body is undoubtedly a genuine yakuza.

Compared to those who actually make a living from this, these biker gangs who only dare to write "Dominate the Nation," "Heaven and Earth," and "Yoru Shiku" on their clothes are instantly a level below.

"Feel sorry,"

The person strode towards the boy named 'Ah Jian' and gently lifted him down.

The scene was as relaxed and carefree as picking up a chick.
"May I borrow your motorcycle?"

"Please, please enjoy your meal."

The schoolgirl in the back seat quickly slid down, bowing repeatedly.

Boom boom boom,

floor the gas pedal.

A shirtless blond man rode his motorcycle and sped away in a cloud of dust.

"What are you standing there for—"

"Call the police!"

The first to react was 'Eguchi,' who shouted for others to call the police while starting his motorcycle.

"Wait until I get the car back!"

After saying that, he revved the engine and chased after them.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Suginami Ward,
"I am bored,"

"Another day of issuing tickets."

A police car was parked on the side of the road, and two policewomen were issuing tickets to cars parked illegally next to it: the young policewoman with short hair stretched.

"Those skilled in warfare have no illustrious achievements, and those skilled in medicine have no fearful reputation."

Next to her, another young policewoman, with her hair tied in three braids and exuding an intellectual air, was recording license plate information while reassuring her colleague.
"If every day is peaceful, doesn't that prove that our police are doing a good job in prevention?"

Like the Bosozoku (motorcycle gangs), which once boasted 100,000 members who would cause a ruckus on the streets, only a few enthusiasts remained after repeated crackdowns by the Metropolitan Police Department.

This is what is known as 'Wen Baizou' (文暴走).

"That's true,"

The short-haired policewoman clicked her tongue in annoyance. She had originally wanted to join the 'Mobile Division'; however, with the decline of the 'Bōshōzoku' (motorcycle gangs), the 'Mobile Division' also laid off staff, leaving her with no choice but to drive patrol cars: most of her job was issuing tickets.

"But isn't this just too boring?"

Boom boom boom! ! !
A violent roar suddenly erupted.
The sound approached at a terrifying speed, and as the two policewomen turned their heads, a typical 'bosozoku' motorcycle came hurtling towards them!

It was clearly modified, and its speed was estimated to be over 100 miles per hour. The rider was a shirtless blond man with a Hannya tattoo on his body, which revealed his identity.

Yakuza!

Extreme racing?

"stop"

call out----

A strong wind howled past, and the other party showed no intention of stopping at all, speeding past in the blink of an eye.

? ?
"Miyuki, get in the car!"

The short-haired policewoman was the first to react.

"Come and live!"

She joined the Metropolitan Police Department for this day: legal street racing.

“You should really go to Arkansas, America.”

The policewoman with braided hair muttered a complaint. How could she not know about her partner's 'dream'?
If you want to legally race, head to the 'popular region' of Arkansas. With your police lights on, you can randomly match up with other pedestrians and experience a thrilling adventure.

"Ok?"

Boom boom boom——

Just as the police car started moving, another modified motorcycle sped past.

"They actually dare to stage a car race in Tokyo? They're completely disregarding us!"

Chase!
Woohoo, woohoo, woohoo~~
In an instant, a chase unfolded in Tokyo.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"what?"

"A vehicle chase occurred in Suginami Ward?"

Inspector Fujita, who rushed back to the Metropolitan Police Department, was listening to reports from all sides in the command center.

"Take the video."

As the screen in front of me switched to traffic monitoring, a blurry figure riding a motorcycle flashed by: clearly, speeding at over 100 miles per hour in the city is already in the category of extremely dangerous driving, to the point of being considered a dangerous driver.

It's him,

From the blurry image, Director Fujita had already identified the other party.

Yoshihiro Nitta!

Thump,

He slammed a heavy punch on the command platform, not even glancing at the bleeding fist, and the Metropolitan Police Department's superintendent gritted his teeth.

"Damn traitor!"

How can an island nation be governed effectively with these instigators around?
He was just going to the Prime Minister to report on his work when such a huge mess occurred at the Metropolitan Police Department: Superintendent Baba led a group of people to break into the interrogation room, kidnapped the key supernatural being 'Child', and even killed and injured several members of 'Violent Opponent'.

This is treason.

Even ten minutes of shooting wouldn't be enough to vent my anger!
The director's contorted face silenced all the Metropolitan Police Department personnel around him, who feared he might use any excuse to fire them.

Normally, they aren't afraid of their superiors unless they make a major mistake. But things are different now. There was a gunfight inside the Metropolitan Police Department before. Now, on the roads they are responsible for, they can see fully armed "bullies" driving armored vehicles and charging aggressively.

On the other side, a group of bikers were speeding through the city at 160 mph, heading in the same direction: even a fool could tell something big had happened!
This is a major event; losing your job or even a few deaths wouldn't be surprising. Why did it have to be my shift today?
The Metropolitan Police Department personnel who were brought in to process the information were all feeling bitter inside.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"What? Yoshifumi Nitta is here too?"

On a police armored vehicle heading to Setagaya Ward, a beautiful woman in a kimono wearing a bulletproof vest, Miya Kana, pressed her ear and suddenly grew taller.

"What are you up to, Director?"

How can we get this guy involved too?

Given the strength demonstrated by Yoshifumi Nitta, even a fully armed "violent enemy" would likely not fare well.

"It's not my problem, no, this is not about shirking responsibility."

In the headset,
Then came the frustrated voice of Director Fujita.

"According to the First Division, Yoshifumi Nitta suddenly 'went berserk' and stormed out of the base without any warning."

"Based on the phone calls we received from him, and judging from the timing, he realized that 'Hina' was in crisis."

The reason? It's probably because there's some special connection between the three Kamaitachi siblings.

"Similar to telepathy?"

Inside the armored vehicle, Miyako Hana, who was holding a rifle, frowned.

This is troublesome.
Hinata was kidnapped by that bastard Baba, and Yoshifumi Nitta suddenly went berserk and broke away from the government's control, heading towards Setagaya Ward, clearly aiming to rescue her.

The most troublesome thing is that after this incident, both Hina and Nitta will definitely lose trust in the government.

If we want to keep them here, we'll probably have to resort to violence!
However, the result of violent means—

do not care.

"Director, let's begin information control."

Since things have come to this, let's cut off the internet! Block it! Control the media!
In any case, as long as the information is cut off, and as long as there is no picture, there is no truth, it is at most just an urban rumor.

"All departments are ready,"

The cold, hard voice of Director Fujita came through the earpiece.

"Once the fighting begins, Setagaya Ward will enter a state of 'silence,' you..."

"We'll see how it goes."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Setagaya Ward,

This area is also located on the 'outer edge' of Tokyo.
However, unlike Nerima, Itabashi, Adachi, and Edogawa, which are considered "true" town areas, Setagaya Ward is very suitable for living because it is a "traditional wealthy area" of Tokyo.

The area boasts a former Kinugata Golf Course, Setagaya outdoor swimming pool, tennis courts, baseball fields, and archery ranges; equestrian parks and Komazawa Olympic Park. It's not about trendy fashion, but about aristocratic elegance: many long-established family mansions are located here.

A row of police cars, speeding recklessly, came to a stop in front of a quaint courtyard.

The courtyard, with its white walls and black tiles, exudes an ancient charm; the wooden gate is adorned with a crimson family crest: the aura of centuries of heritage is palpable.

"get off,"

Under pressure from a group of armed police officers, the short-haired little girl Hina and the bar owner Shiko had no choice but to get out of the police car.

Then they were taken hostage and brought into the courtyard in front of them; it was all an extreme method.

"The target has entered the Hosokawa residence!"

All of this was being observed by electronic surveillance.

"trouble,"

Heard this news,

Miya Hana, who was on her way to the armored vehicle, was at a loss for words.

It was the Hosokawa family! They could force their way in, but what would happen afterward? The other side was a true political dynasty with a history spanning millennia: family members had served as prime ministers, speakers of the House of Representatives, ministers of internal affairs and communications, and other important positions, their political influence was unfathomable.

In a large family like this, it's understandable that some elderly members, unwilling to die, might desperately need supernatural powers to prolong their lives.

"Director, are we just going to rush in like this?"

"Come in!"

The director’s angry orders came through the headset, not just because the other party was causing trouble on his turf.

besides:
"Hurry up!"

"The Americans have set off from Yokosuka!"

?

Alright alright.

Miya Hana couldn't remember how many times she had looked up at the sky today.

It took America so long, no, so fast, to react; it's no wonder the Prime Minister put on such a show, constantly giving televised speeches emphasizing that the island nation must be "tough."

But the performance was just a performance. The American armed helicopters ignored the island nation's 'protests' and headed straight for Setagaya Ward in Tokyo!

Extraordinary power, or healing-type extraordinary power?

It's a connection with America!

The American president, with his blond hair, has recently developed bluish palms and varicose veins in his calves due to too many handshakes and meetings.
Therefore, it is only natural that the commander of Yokosuka, the garrison lieutenant general, is prepared to "share the nation's burdens."

This has led to several forces rushing to this location!
come on,

Come on, everyone!
Having given up all hope, Miyako Kana leaned against the armored vehicle.
It would be best to have a great battle and wipe them all out!

This lousy job...

I'll resign as soon as I get back.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

In the quaint courtyard,
"Uncle, the person has been brought."

In a room filled with a strange, foul odor,

The middle-aged and elderly man with gray hair quickly stepped forward and reported in a low voice.

Despite his cautious demeanor, this man was once the prime minister of an island nation!
Lying in the hospital bed, surrounded by a large number of high-tech instruments, the elderly man, wearing a ventilator, struggled to open his eyes, a hint of excitement flashing in his dim yellow eyes.

The old man was the son of Prime Minister Konoe a hundred years ago, and also the uncle of former Prime Minister Hosokawa, whose hair had turned gray. The Konoe family and the Hosokawa family were related by marriage, and their lineage was inherited from the Konoe clan, one of the "Five Regent Families". They were a true thousand-year-old powerful family, with their disciples and former officials all over the island and their influence was deeply rooted.

Apart from the 'Five-Star Emperor', he has never been afraid of anyone in the island nation.

Back then, Prime Minister Konoe was summoned by the "Five Star Emperor" and committed suicide by poison out of fear of punishment.

Help me up.

Before the old man on the hospital bed, who looked like a corpse, could finish speaking, former Prime Minister Hosokawa pressed the button for the hospital bed, causing it to slowly rise.

"Go in,"

At the same time, the stern-faced Superintendent Baba also brought in the little girl Hina and the bar owner Shiko.

"Silly, sickle camp?"

Upon seeing the chicks, the old man on the sickbed's eyes gleamed with a wolfish green light.

"Help, help me—"

The little girl, Chu, frowned and looked at the elderly man who was trembling and reaching out his hand from his hospital bed.

"I do not want!"

These old fogies from wealthy and powerful families were the very 'potential customers' who would have bought orphans like her before; it would be better if they were dead, as living them would be a waste of resources.

Click,

Open the insurance.

The cold muzzle of a gun was pointed at her.

"Go and heal that man, or you will die."

Faced with the intimidation from the police chief of the horse farm, the little girl turned her head, her face full of disdain.

"Shoot!"

"Kill me, and that guy is dead."

"Then I'll kill her!"

Superintendent Baba then pointed his gun at the woman named Shiko.

this,

This woman and the older man seem to get along well. Should we help her?
Just as the little girl named Hina hesitated, a series of low roars came from afar.

?

A unique exhaust sound,
This surprised everyone in the room.
This is Setagaya Ward, the Hosokawa family's residence.

Where did these 'bōsōzoku' (motorcycle gangs) come from?
"Who?"

"stop."

Immediately afterwards, a series of shouts rang out from outside.

Then:
Tear!

The wall of the ward was suddenly slashed open, and a man whose hands turned into blades strode in.

"Hina!"

"Shiko?!"

The newcomer glanced at him, and his arm, which had transformed into a blade, slashed towards the superintendent of police carriages!
"Go away——"

(End of this chapter)