A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 162 The road is rough
Kobe City,
This city is located in the southwestern part of Honshu Island, nestled against Mount Rokko to the west and facing Osaka Bay.

Kobe is the seventh largest city in the island nation, and the famous 'Kobe beef' is considered a symbol of the city. But it also boasts the world's second largest port, Kobe, the world's first artificial island, and the world's largest Akashi Kaikyo cable-stayed bridge, among other things.

At the same time, the world's largest yakuza organization is also located here: the Yamaguchi-gumi!

The Yamaguchi-gumi is the largest designated violent organization in Japan. At its peak, it had over 40,000 official members and over 100,000 peripheral members; it also had hundreds of subordinate groups at various levels, and its influence spread throughout all 44 prefectures of Japan.

It once achieved a revenue miracle of $800 billion a year and was praised by Fox as "Goldman Sachs with a gun".

Goldman Sachs Group

It is an American bank holding company with 150 years of experience.

Provides a variety of financial services to businesses, financial institutions, national governments, and high-net-worth individuals;
Being able to be compared with such a long-established company that has consistently ranked among the world's top 100 is enough to demonstrate the Yamaguchi-gumi's financial strength.

"Times have changed,"

Nada Ward, Shinohara Town.

A white, modern building stood before him. The sixth head of the Yamaguchi-gumi sighed.

The building is surrounded by a dense array of cameras, enough to see even a fly entering clearly: this is the Metropolitan Police Department's surveillance system.

Open and aboveboard, if you disagree, keep it to yourself. The Yakuza can never compare to the government. Even the esteemed Sixth Boss spent over a decade in prison. During that time, the Yamaguchi-gumi repeatedly split, and today, it has long lost its former arrogance.

Today, only a mere five thousand or so official members remain.

The sixth generation head, who is already 83 years old,

He still leads the island nation's largest violent group, but he also feels powerless.

He had a tumultuous life, personally taking down no fewer than a dozen men, constantly outwitting the Metropolitan Police Department while suppressing various ambitious "heroes" under his command.

Now, we have to consider the matter of 'supernatural powers' again.

"It is truly time for this old man to abdicate."

The elderly man sitting at the head of the table muttered to himself.
"Dad, without you, the Yamaguchi-gumi would have been gone long ago!"

"You will always be our team leader!"

"Yes, you have to hang in there."

The many middle-aged and elderly subordinates in the room became extremely anxious.
In recent years, the yakuza industry has become a standard 'sunset industry'. If this pillar were not available, everyone would probably be starving.

The declining birth rate in island nations has had a significant impact on the yakuza; coupled with the various strict restrictions imposed by the Metropolitan Police Department, which have practically stripped the yakuza of their "humanity," very few people are truly determined to join the yakuza.

"Dad, with the spread of supernatural disasters, our real estate industry is ushering in its second boom."

"Yes, Dad, as long as we seize this opportunity, we can create another glorious chapter."

It's not bad either.

呵、

Listening to the words of these old subordinates in the room,
The sixth leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi had no expression on his face, but inwardly he was sneering.

real estate?
The government has already suffered from the yakuza once; can it afford to suffer from them a second time?

It's actually possible—in the past, they could have easily colluded with lawmakers, manipulated things, and made a fortune off the disaster.

Even politicians are human; money and beautiful women can't sway them.

The Yakuza still have their last trump card:

vote!

The Yamaguchi-gumi has indeed fallen on hard times, but it is still a behemoth.

Official members can influence several times more citizens, who in turn have an even larger network of connections, enough to sway the election results.

This is why the Yamaguchi-gumi has survived to this day: in countries with electoral systems, people themselves are a political resource.

but--

"Inspector Fujita of the Metropolitan Police Department has ordered us to form a 'mobile unit' of two thousand people, ready to be deployed at any time."

Given the current size of the Yamaguchi-gumi, that would be a real threat to their survival.

It almost emptied out their elite members who dared to fight and take risks.

"If we can't do that, there will be no more Yamaguchi-gumi."

As the Metropolitan Police Department grew stronger, Chief Inspector Fujita's power became increasingly terrifying.

The largest violent group that had fought against the island nation's government for a century was merely an object to be deployed by his single order. Simply because:

"We do not have any supernatural beings!"

The old man's oppressive gaze swept over everyone, causing them to instinctively avoid his eyes.

"Takatsuki City is only an hour's drive from here."

"You haven't obtained any supernatural fruits yet?"

The entire Yamaguchi-gumi headquarters was eerily silent.

What can they say?
It's not that we haven't sent people to try.

However, they either never return, or they only dare to hover around the periphery.

Challenging the 'Man-Faced Tree'? Please, they are yakuza, not superheroes: how could they possibly defeat a seven- or eight-meter-tall being with only melee weapons?
With this kind of martial prowess, why bother being a yakuza!
Of course, what makes humans human is their ability to use tools: those cities covered in plants can be transformed into all sorts of 'traps'. However, as the saying goes, why should such courageous and resourceful beings be considered extreme?

Even if we take a step back and assume that we obtained a supernatural fruit, we would definitely eat it immediately.

"Whoever gains supernatural powers, I will step down to him."

Amidst the surprised looks of the many executives, the sixth head of the Yamaguchi-gumi laid his cards on the table:

"It's time for me to rest."

This seat is for anyone who wants it; they can take it based on their own ability.

Just like the position of prime minister, the sixth generation was only missing the line: "I have never been happy to be the group leader."

After these officials, each with their own ulterior motives, left, the old man beckoned to the housekeeper.

"Where's Ryuuji?"

This is his grandson, who recently graduated from Osaka High School.

"The young master took his men to Takatsuki City."

Thump,

"Nonsense!!"

The old man slammed his hand on the chair, bursting into a rage.

"I sent him to school so he could become an ordinary person. What is he doing running off to Takatsuki City now?"

After the anger subsided, dejection crept onto the old man's face.

"Send someone? No, it's nothing."

Send someone to Takatsuki City?

Who is going?

The Yamaguchi-gumi is not lacking in brave and daring individuals.
But to risk your life in a place like that, just to bring out the sixth generation's grandson?
Putting aside whether the people who went there were willing to come back, it's questionable whether that little guy named Ryuji would even want to return.

"Tell him to be careful."

"Yes, sir."

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Tap tap tap,

"Young Master, over here!"

In Takatsuki City, two fully armed men are fleeing in disarray through the streets.

"What about the rest?"

The man who had pulled his young master into the building sighed helplessly at his young master's question.

"They split up, giving us a chance to escape."

The translation is: They scattered and fled.

I, a young man wearing a breathing mask, was panting and almost couldn't catch my breath.

“As long as we follow the plan, we are not without a chance to defeat the ‘Man-faced Tree’.”

Why are they running?

Young master, do you think everyone is like you?
Another man, dressed in camouflage and wearing a breathing mask, rolled his eyes.

This young master has become book-smart but foolish; to put it nicely, he's like a newborn calf unafraid of a tiger; to put it bluntly, he's reckless.

Out of respect for his grandfather, everyone reluctantly followed along on this risky journey, but how could they possibly risk their lives for it?

He's dead.

What meaning does loyalty and righteousness have left?
Rumble, rumble~~
Just then, the roaring sound grew closer and closer.

It got dark outside the window as the tall "human-faced tree" passed by, blocking the sunlight.

As you can see, this 'tree man' has many huge wounds on its body, as if it had been scratched by some enormous creature.

That was damage caused by an excavator!
That's right, the young man's plan was to lure the 'human-faced tree' into an ambush; then use the remnants of the city and construction vehicles to inflict fatal damage on it.

The plan started off smoothly, but when several excavators were overturned, his men immediately scattered.

If everyone put in the effort, it's not impossible to take down this 'human-faced tree'.

"Hey, shall we—?!"

The young man held a long knife, seemingly ready to try again.

However, when she turned around, she found that there was no one next to her.

No, not even you.
"Roar!"

Hearing the commotion over here,

The giant 'human-faced tree' suddenly turned around, and its tentacle-like 'fingers' pierced into the building.

"Cut it off!"

The young man was both angry and anxious as he swung his knife at the vines.

Even though everyone worked together,

That way you can defeat the monster!

If he's all alone, then he's truly a lone tree unable to support the whole tree.

Soon, the tentacles of the human-faced tree retracted, wrapping around the struggling young man.

This is really the end.

His stab-proof vest could offer some protection, but only for a moment. Against a 'human-faced tree,' death was merely—

"Roar?!"

In a dizzying spin, the young man crashed heavily to the ground.

Even with the protective suit on him providing some cushioning, he still experienced bouts of blackouts and nearly passed out.

Ignoring the pain all over his body,
The young man rolled out, hid in a corner, and then began to observe the situation.

Hey?
The towering 'human-faced tree' ignored him and turned around to issue a 'deterrent' threat, because this creation of the Devil Fruit power instinctively sensed danger.

He was a middle-aged man.

Wearing a trench coat and with his hands empty, he walked down the street.

The other party was not carrying any weapons, but his raised eyebrows and two exposed sharp teeth clearly indicated that he was not a normal human being.

It's a supernatural being!

The fully armed young man struggled to sit up against the wall.

Perhaps things will turn around—?!

Thump,

After a loud bang, the tall 'human-faced tree' fell backwards.

The battle is over.

what? !

So fast?
To the astonishment of the young man, the middle-aged man lightly leaped and landed on the 'human-faced tree,' stretching out his hands.

Tear

He directly tore open the 'face' of the human-faced tree with both hands and took out a white cloud-patterned fruit from inside.

"Wow, that's impressive. No wonder you're an older man."

On the street frequented by middle-aged people, a young girl dressed in camouflage clothing, a bulletproof vest, and a helmet walked by.

Wearing this outfit, not to mention her, even a typical big man could only walk briskly; her ability to move freely is thanks to the physical fitness she developed while fishing.

"Give,"

He leaped down and handed the fruit in his hand to the other person.

The middle-aged man glanced left and right, then pulled the girl into his arms to protect her from any accident.

Click,

took a bite,
A warm current flowed straight down my throat.

Then, starting from the stomach, a strange power spread throughout the body.

The protective gear on her body immediately became as light as paper. She jumped on the spot and easily leaped a meter high like a spring. Sato Satomi's face showed surprise.

"It's incredible."

"This is supernatural power, and it has no side effects?"

After throwing punches and kicks and performing a set of karate moves, Satomi Sato calmed down.

"Thanks, uncle."

As I said before, if it weren't for Uncle Jinbe, she might not even know how she died if she ran into this forest.

"No need to thank me. This way, you'll also be able to protect yourself."

Jinpei Matsumoto patted the high school girl's helmet and smiled.

He had been on tenterhooks, leading Satomi all the way here, fearing that something unexpected might happen.

Now that Satomi also possesses supernatural powers and has been enhanced in all aspects, her life should be safe as long as she doesn't encounter an attack that leaves her no time to react.

"Let's get out of here first,"

After gaining the power, the high school girl did not become complacent.

“In this forest, the strong are forbidden from bullying the weak. If you offend the ‘Wood Spirit’ or even the ‘Six Harmonies’, you will suffer more losses than gains.”

With a sliding knee, News King not only admitted on the spot that he was a dog of 'Liuhe', but also sent a message to the world: in the forest where 'Liuhe' planted trees, it is permissible to obtain supernatural fruits by defeating the strong with the weak.

However, if a skilled player tries to 'farm the fruit', it breaks the rules.

The pillar of fire seen in the 'News King' live broadcast room was actually created by 'Liuhe' himself.

"Wait a moment,"

Just as the two were about to leave,
A figure climbed up from the corner of the ruins next to the building.

"I am Takashi Shinoda,"

The other person stood at attention and bowed respectfully.

"Thank you for saving me. I will never forget this kindness!"

When he looked up, the two figures had already disappeared.

"This is what a true hero is!"

Instead of being discouraged, the young people clenched their fists with enthusiasm.

Grandpa, there are chivalrous people in this world.

(End of this chapter)