A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 14 A Mess

"Name!"

"Eguchi Yosuke,"

"age!"

"18,"

"Home address!"

"Please, officers, I'm not a criminal, I'm the victim!"

In the interrogation room of the Metropolitan Police Department, the high school boy with the pompadour slammed his hand on the table and tried to stand up; under the intense gaze of the two policemen, he awkwardly sat back down.

"Officer, I've told you everything I need to say."

"I'm here to chase after the guy who stole my friend's motorcycle. I'm innocent, you have to believe me."

The high school boy with the pompadour hairstyle, 'Eguchi,' looked indignant; what he said was indeed true. But that's not what the police wanted to hear:

"Be honest!"

"How did you survive the aftermath of the battle?"

"I'm lucky—"

Eguchi, with his airplane-shaped hairpin, answered without hesitation.
He knew exactly what the police wanted to ask: the 'ninja' who saved him!
But Eguchi won't say it! He's a bosozoku member, so he naturally has to be loyal; besides, the law in Japan is that you're only an adult at 20, so even if he doesn't cooperate with the police investigation, he won't be punished.

Of course, this is only under normal circumstances.

"Mr. Eguchi, according to the Juvenile Law revised four years ago;"

One of the policemen tapped his pen on the table, the sound as unsettling as a drumbeat.

“We can designate you as a ‘juvenile’ and subject you to the same criminal procedures as people aged 20 and over.”

The threat was palpable.

"Are you really police officers?!"

Jiang Gu was stunned. Why did it have such a strong sense of yakuza intimidation?
"I'm not going to tell you, bring it on!"

Having already faced death, the young man with the pompadour gritted his teeth, stomped his foot, and leaned back in the interrogation chair.

He would never betray his savior, even at the cost of his biker gang's honor!
Now that things had come to this, the two police officers exchanged a glance.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Eguchi."

Another policeman stood up and extended his right hand to the male high school student with the pompadour hairstyle.

"Please forgive me for taking up your valuable time."

"Huh? No, it's okay."

Subconsciously, he also extended his right hand. The biker gangster named Eguchi, with his pompadour hairstyle, stared blankly. Before he could say anything, the other person spoke first.

"You may leave now. Would you like us to see you out?"

"No, we don't need that, wait—"

The male high school student who also stood up was even more confused.

"Can I go?"

"Yes."

Is this over?

I walked out of the Metropolitan Police Department building in a daze.

A gust of wind blew, and Yosuke Eguchi, whose head and body were both chilled at the same time, finally regained some consciousness.

I'm not going to think about it anymore. I didn't do anything wrong: the laws of this island nation don't stipulate that civilians must cooperate with the police in handling cases.

"estuary!"

"Brother Jiang Kou!"

After walking a few steps, a cheer erupted from the side.

The high school boy with the pompadour turned his head and saw a group of teenagers who had abandoned their motorcycles and were rushing towards him.

"You guys."

Without a doubt, it was his rampaging companion.

Jiang Kou opened his arms to greet them, only to be met with a collective backing away in disgust.

"What is that stench—"

"Hey, Eguchi, you didn't wet yourself in fear, did you?"

"Hahaha, it's just going to the Metropolitan Police Department, and you're already such a coward!"

"roll!"

"I'm braver than all of you!"

As the noisy teenagers left, several people were observing them from behind the windows of a high-rise building in the Metropolitan Police Department.

"Chief Superintendent Miyako, are we just going to let him leave like this?"

"if not?"

Having already been promoted three ranks in a row, instantly surpassing the promotion time of others by more than ten or even decades; now sitting in the position of "Superintendent General", Miyako Kana glanced at her colleague next to her.

No, they are subordinates.

"Detaining the other party for repeated interrogation, even using 'confession agents'?"

They are police officers, not yakuza.

Moreover,
"This guy is just an unlucky fellow who got caught up in a 'supernatural event'."

At most, he's just a biker gang member; there's no need to torture him. Besides, Miyako Kana already had plans.

"Interrogation is not the only way to obtain intelligence."

To deal with ordinary people,

The Metropolitan Police Department has all the means to get what it wants.

What's rare are those elusive, unpredictable 'supernatural beings' who appear and disappear without a trace.

"What has been found out about those kunai that destroyed the drones?"

"No,"

Another policeman immediately replied,
"There were no fingerprints or any clues to trace its origin."

Understandably, supernatural beings are not simple entities—after cleaning up the battlefield, the Metropolitan Police Department had already discovered drones pierced by kunai and neatly separated building wreckage: all of this indicates that during the previous chaotic battle, there were unknown supernatural beings observing from the edge of the battlefield.

"If you find one cockroach in your home, there are countless cockroaches in the dark."

The newly appointed kimono-clad beauty 'superintendent' sighed.
Our World

What will the future hold?
"Chief Superintendent,"

Just then, the office door was pushed open, and a clerk bowed.

"The director wants you to go to his office."

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"Miku, sit down."

When Miya Hana arrived at the director's office, she saw Director Fujita with a furrowed brow and his glasses off.

"Is it trouble in America?"

There's no doubt that only those guys could give the head of the island nation's police such a headache.

"That's right,"

It's so easy to talk to smart people.

This is also one of the reasons why Chief Inspector Fujita promoted Miya Kana to Superintendent General immediately, bypassing the usual rank.

“Just now, America lodged a ‘serious protest’ against us, protesting that we interfered with their counterterrorism operations.”

"As expected,"

In response, Miya Kana, who was wearing a traditional kimono to work, calmly sat at the director's desk.

This 'conflict' came too suddenly, leaving all parties unprepared, resulting in a complete mess: the 'Kamaitachi siblings' disappeared without a trace, America suffered heavy losses, and in addition to the damned 'Hosokawa family,' the island's cabinet also received a scolding and beating.

That's right, it was clearly America that aggressively rushed in to snatch people, but in the end, it was the island nation's government that got the blame.

The so-called 'allies' fig leaf cannot conceal this fact:

Island nations are America's dogs.

"More than that,"

The director rubbed his temples vigorously and put his non-prescription glasses back on.

"The United States mobilized the Aso faction within the Liberal Democratic Party to force the current prime minister to step down: This is putting pressure on us!"

America's anger is more than just a reprimand: at a single command, others will naturally rush to their aid—directly targeting the current prime minister who has been making a series of 'tough speeches' recently.

"No, come again?!"

Miya Kana gave a very unladylike facepalm.
"The prime minister has already resigned twice. Now that this island nation is in such a mess, who is willing to take over?"

Yes, the island nation has had three prime ministers in a year: each time they stepped down in the morning and came back in the afternoon at lightning speed.

Many countries are unaware that the island nation's "cabinet" has changed three times: after all, the island nation isn't as adept at creating drama as its neighbor, South Korea, with its martial law and live-streaming circumvention of internet restrictions.

The reason for this is that, as everyone knows, the island nation is currently in a mess, with a declining internal economy and soaring external tariffs. It's a case of whoever comes to power gets criticized – the powerful and wealthy become officials to make money and gain political capital, not to bow and apologize. Only a fool would jump into such a quagmire.

As for the opposition parties?
Just keep attacking the ruling party.

How to solve people's livelihood issues? What's it to me!
Coupled with the recent anti-American rhetoric from the island nation's prime minister, and under America's direction, a wave of power struggles is surging. "These insects,"

There were only two people in the office, and Director Fujita did not hide his anger.

"To stand with America at this time, they are all traitors!"

He deserves to be punished by Heaven!

"We're not the new Senkaku group,"

Miya Kana shrugged. Her dream was simply to be a powerful and domineering bureaucrat; she had no interest in anything related to the nation or the world.

"Those are all supernatural forces from our island nation! From our island nation!"

Director Fujita slammed his fist on the table. The three Kamaitachi siblings had run away, but they had left behind some tissues such as blood and hair: the wave of 'cancellation' initiated by the American government was forcing the island nation to spit out these things.

Just like in Doraemon,

Famous quote from "King of the Kids" Gian:

What's yours is mine, and what's mine is still mine!
And America is the 'king of children' on this planet.

"Blame that bastard Baba, and that damned Hosokawa family—"

Miya Hana decisively shifted the blame: If it weren't for these guys, America, which was drawn to the Prime Minister's attention, might still be unaware of the existence of the 'supernatural'.

"Hana, are you confident you can find Yoshifumi Nitta and the others?"

With a slim chance of success, Director Fujita tried asking his subordinates:

"I'm willing to do anything, whether it's bowing or kneeling, as long as it can win them back!"

Director Fujita, in his fifties, is considered among the "youngest and most energetic" in the island nation's upper echelons, still possessing some passion and identification with the country's future. However:
"Director, that's a supernatural being!"

Miya Kana spread her hands.
I'm just an ordinary person, and you expect me to catch supernatural beings?

If the supervisor hadn't promoted her, she would have already quit.

"Perhaps they've already left Tokyo, or even the island nation. Where are we supposed to look for them?"

Moreover, Yoshifumi Nitta is an undercover police officer, a true expert in infiltration; if he hadn't come to them himself, it would have been almost impossible for the Metropolitan Police Department to track him down.

"Oh, I know exactly what you're saying."

Having just returned from the chaotic Prime Minister's official residence, Director Fujita was utterly exhausted.

Originally, Yoshifumi Nitta was very cooperative, and the island nation could have obtained the secret of 'supernatural' power from him; but because of those bastards' interference, what he had was about to be forcibly seized by America.

I'm so angry!
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Bunkyo Ward, Tokyo.

"Sir, the rent for this house is 5 per month, but..."

The young real estate agent hesitated, but when faced with the two elderly people, a man and a woman with white hair and their granddaughter, his remaining conscience finally prevailed.

"A hanging case once occurred here."

In Bunkyo Ward, the monthly rent for a house is approximately 15 to 25 yen.

In prime locations near train stations or schools, monthly rent can reach 25 to 40 yen, making them truly 'golden locations'.

The detached house in front of us looks quite new, with its own parking space and security system. According to market rates, a monthly rent of 500,000 would be more appropriate; the reason it's only 50,000 is because someone died here, and also:

"Later, other tenants also developed neurasthenia. So—"

It would be best to move to a different house.

"Is that so?"

Before the two elderly people could even express their opinions, their 'granddaughter's' eyes lit up.

"Take me to see it quickly!"

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"The child is just being immature, please forgive him."

The 'old man', with gray hair, loose skin, but still quite upright, smiled at the young real estate agent.

"This place is nice, we'll rent it."

As he spoke, he pulled out a stack of old banknotes wrapped in a plastic bag from his pocket.

".OK."

Since the other party insisted so much, and the two elderly people brought their granddaughter to school in Bunkyo Ward, there must be many family reasons, so as a real estate agent, he couldn't say anything.

"I'll help you check in right away."

Half an hour later:
"Where is the ghost? Ghost, come out quickly~~"

In this new detached house, a little girl runs around, trying to 'find' traces of a ghost.

"Bonfire, don't wander off."

After inspecting the house, the 'old man' with a full head of white hair spoke.

"Even if this house really is haunted, it would have run away as soon as it saw you."

Humans may be afraid of ghosts, but what if they are not 'human'?

"My savings, my youth;"

On the other side, the 'old woman' looked at herself in the mirror and couldn't help but shed tears.

No more, nothing left.

"Relax, Shiko."

"cough!"

The little girl rearranged her words as the silver-haired old man coughed, interrupting her.

"Take it easy, Grandma Tomiko."

"This appearance is just a disguise created by sorcery. Shall I turn you back now?"

"Not for now,"

The woman who had shot down several American Black Hawk fighter jets not long ago waved her hand helplessly.

"I still want to live."

Anyone with a brain knows that the American military and the island nation's police are absolutely frantically searching for their whereabouts.

Once discovered, this will definitely be a missile barrage and heavy artillery bombardment: compared to that future, merely becoming an 'old woman' is nothing.

Besides, it's not like Xiaochu's abilities are irrevocable.

That's right,

The so-called "elderly couple who brought their child to school in Bunkyo Ward" are none other than Yoshifumi Nitta and Shiko!
Their aged appearance is a result of the changes made by Xiaochu's abilities.

what?
Why does the third sister of the Kamaitachi, who is in charge of 'healing', cause people to age prematurely?
God knows! Even Hina herself couldn't explain it clearly: she just felt she could do it, so she did it.

This move was called by Xiaochu:
Sorcery - Eliminating Face

Essentially, it's the 'Wash-Wash Fruit' that turns hair white and skin wrinkled.

With Yoshifumi Nitta's makeup skills, not only would ordinary real estate agents not recognize them, but even elites from the Metropolitan Police Department would not recognize them if they passed by.

Supernatural powers are truly amazing!

"Let's stay here for now,"

Bunkyo Ward is next to Chiyoda, the location of the island nation's government and Metropolitan Police Department.

Yoshifumi Nitta arranged it this way partly to create a "dark under the lamp" scenario; on the other hand, it was also to observe the situation closely: now that these three "kamaitachi" have awakened, what about the other yokai?
Yuki-onna, Inugami, Zashiki-warashi, and even the three legendary demon kings!

If these powerful demons awaken and return, I fear:
The island nation will never have a day of peace.

We'll make plans later.

"I'll listen to you,"

"No problem, Grandpa!"

Both Shiko and Kohina trusted Nitta Yoshifumi very much.

His arrangement would certainly go unnoticed by anyone.

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.

"Is it dark under the lamp?"

In solitary confinement cell number 9527 at the Tokyo Detention Center, Akizuki Ritsu, leaning against the wall with a book in hand, was surprised.

"Is it because he is highly skilled and daring, or because he has found a new way?"

It was somewhat unexpected that the three of them would stay near the Metropolitan Police Department: he had thought they would flee the island nation without looking back and then find a place to live in seclusion.

Who knew they would actually settle down in Bunkyo Ward, Tokyo, and act like they were ready to send the little girl to school.

It has to be said that "going to school" has almost become an ideological imprint in East Asia.

It doesn't matter.

As long as they are willing to work hard to develop their abilities, Akizuki Ritsu doesn't care: he is still very tolerant of diligent pieces.

“Prisoner No. 9527, Akizuki Ritsu.”

Knock, knock, knock—the door to the solitary confinement cell was knocked on, then opened from the outside.

"Go to meeting room C, someone has come to visit you."

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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.

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