A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 177 The Birth of a Knight-Errant (Part 2)
"Follow!"

"Everyone, keep up—"

"The wounded, children, and women should walk in the middle."

The modern skyscrapers remain as they were, but the streets are no longer bustling with lights and pedestrians.

There was only one fleeing group: as this group jogged through the streets, more and more people joined them—these were the scattered Nagoya citizens who hadn't had time to escape and were hiding in buildings. Seeing this group pass by, they all joined in.

Humans have a herd mentality; after all, we are social creatures.

Even if we were to actually encounter the "Oda army," with so many people, it's not necessarily the case that you'd be the first to be shot.

In fact, this is the survival strategy of many social organisms in nature: with enough numbers, when faced with disasters or predators, there will always be individuals that survive.

Of course, who survives depends on their luck and ability.

Thinking about their skills, everyone's eyes fell on the front of the group.

Unlike ordinary people, the young man was wearing armor-like protective clothing and carrying an exaggeratedly large shield, which looked like a door panel. He was at the very front of the group, clearing the way.

Supernatural beings!
Those are the 'big shots' that ordinary people can only see on TV and mobile phones.

The trendsetters of this era: each possesses extraordinary strength, speed, physique, and even some kind of supernatural power.

They're practically two different kinds of beings from ordinary people!

With such escorts, their chances of survival are much higher.

"Sir, there is a musket-wielding foot soldier on the left side of the street ahead!"

Several young people were scattered in front of and to the left and right of this group.

Their job was to be 'scouts', to spot the enemy in advance, and then report back to the only combatant in the team.

"Um,"

Raise the huge tank shield,
Takashi Shinoda sped up and rushed toward the street to his left.

Bang, bang, bang-bang, bang!

After a commotion, the young man returned with his giant shield and continued clearing the way ahead.

"Amazing!"

"This is a supernatural expert."

"Just like the 'knight-errant' in Noh plays!"

"I also want to become, no, I want to strive to become, someone like the older brother."

Such a swift elimination of a formidable enemy drew gasps of amazement and praise from the team.

In the last century, a global craze for "supernatural abilities" swept the world, and Noh theater in Japan became immensely popular, with various "samurai" and "knight-errant" movies becoming all the rage. However, people later discovered that the so-called "supernatural abilities" were fake, and the so-called "knight-errant" stories were also fake.

but now,

But they were saved by a living 'chivalrous' person.

Despite being severely injured and covered in blood, he still protected everyone and helped them escape. What else could this be but chivalry?
But these words sounded incredibly ironic to Shinoda Takashi: he knew very well that these people were sincere. And that was precisely why:

“I cannot accept this,”

The young man, carrying a shield and clearing the way, muttered to himself as he ran.

“I am not qualified to accept these words.”

After calming down, Takashi Shinoda gradually came to his senses.

The city is teeming with Oda's army, and these monsters are always on the move.

Moreover, when he is alone, he is just a very inconspicuous target; but when a crowd gathers, he becomes exceptionally conspicuous.

Therefore, groups formed by civilians are more vulnerable to attack: this was a lesson he learned, a bloody lesson.

Being a chivalrous person doesn't mean acting impulsively and recklessly when helping others.
Besides strength, wisdom is also indispensable.

However, it was too late to realize this.
"careful,"

"There's gold here—ah!"

boom!
Gunshots rang out,

In the center of the procession advancing through the city,

A young scout clutched his shoulder and fell to the ground.

?

Rushing back, he used his massive shield to deflect the bullets that followed. Shinoda Takashi's gaze swept over them, and his pupils instinctively contracted.

Because on the street next door, an army was turning the corner.

Yes, it is 'one'.

It wasn't one, nor was it three or five.

Seven or eight 'arquebusiers' armed with flintlock muskets formed a loose formation.

In the center of them was a burly warrior carrying a thick 'big barrel', the very same Vajra Warrior announced on the Supernatural Countermeasures APP!

The two sides met unexpectedly. After noticing the commotion, the Oda army immediately changed direction and headed this way.

Most importantly, the 'King Kong Warrior' actually raised the large cannon in his hand.

? !
For a while,
The center of this civilian contingent was exposed to the enemy's deadly firepower.

Those walking in the middle were all women and children.

"go!"

With a shout, Takashi Shinoda held his shield in front of him and charged at his opponent.

“Hurry up!!”

Run!

"Everyone, run!"

"What about the older brother?"

Anyone who isn't blind can easily spot the Oda army formation and the samurai who have already raised their 'big guns' and are aiming at them.

Without a second thought, the women picked up the children and, dragging or pulling them, ran forward.

Staying for even a second longer might mean death!

No,

We will never let you succeed.

"come!"

As he ran, Takashi Shinoda took a deep breath.

"Any attacks aimed at me?!"

Faced with the enemy charging at high speed and such blatant provocation, the 'Vajra Warrior' indeed adjusted the muzzle of his cannon slightly downwards.

That's how it is; these Vajra Warriors' attacks have a certain interval; even if it's just a second, it's good enough that more people can survive—

His body jolted suddenly as he charged forward, and crimson light engulfed Shinoda Takashi.

boom! ! !
A fireball and plumes of smoke rose into the air.

The glass doors and windows of the buildings on both sides of the street were shattered.

The shockwave spread outwards, scattering the fleeing group into pieces.

But they didn't die, because the explosion happened on the street next door and was blocked by a person's back.

"It was blocked."

"That's incredible! They actually—?!"

Before the cheering crowd could even land, the figure slowly fell backward.

I'm sorry, this is all I can do.

The fallen Shinoda Takashi was surrounded by raging flames; the shield in his hand was deformed and reduced to only half. He was incapable of continuing the fight, and even his consciousness was gone.
"Gunwave!"

Just then, a stream of water shot straight towards them.

The master has arrived.

thud,

The young man who had fallen to the ground closed his eyes in relief.

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.

"A body that exists in a supernatural way, it's truly amazing."

"Uncle Hongye, isn't this the right time to talk about this?"

"How is he doing?"

In the darkness, a sound echoed from afar.

"Not bad,"

Extensive burns, fractures, and soft tissue contusions

"No parts were missing, otherwise we would have had to ask that guy in Tokyo for help."

An unfamiliar voice continued to ring out.

"He should be waking up soon, look."

open eyes,

The young man on the operating table opened his eyes.

"I"

Before Shinoda Takashi could finish speaking, a familiar voice interrupted him.

"You're not dead. This is Senami-cho Hospital in Chikusa Ward, Nagoya."

"The people you escorted are all safe and sound."

Then,

Satomi Sato's disgusted face came into view.

"What are you doing?"

"We're here to train and get stronger, not to die."

Saving lives is certainly admirable, but risking one's own life would be incredibly foolish in the eyes of a smart person like Satomi Sato.

".Feel sorry."

As soon as he opened his eyes, he was scolded by the 'strategist'. Before he could even wake up, Shinoda Takashi subconsciously apologized.

"Never mind, it's your own fate anyway."

Sato Satomi waved her hand, saying it was just a casual remark.

Satomi Sato didn't care about this 'little brother' who had offered himself up. However:
"Don't make the uncle worry anymore."

Just because she doesn't care doesn't mean Matsumoto Jinpei doesn't care.

"Everyone, please leave."

As Satomi spoke, everyone in the operating room left. Soon, cheers erupted outside. It was the heartfelt joy and excitement of those waiting outside the operating room after being saved by Takashi Shinoda.

If it weren't for this young man, Shinoda, they would most likely have died on the way.

"Good job,"

So Matsumoto Jinbe walked over.

He gently patted the young man lying on the operating table, his body wrapped in bandages.

"No, Master."

"I messed up, I killed a lot of people."

When Shinoda Takashi regained consciousness, he felt no joy. Beneath the bandage wrapped around his forehead were a pair of lifeless, bewildered eyes.

"What happened? Can you tell me?"

Upon hearing Matsumoto Jinpei's question, the young man on the operating table recounted everything that had happened in detail.

He rescued a group of people, then went off to fight the enemy on his own; by the time he returned, it was too late for regrets.

"If I escorted them back, it wouldn't happen."

As soon as I close my eyes,

That scene of death would appear before Takashi Shinoda's eyes.

Everything in the world has two sides; behind the glamour, there are often countless failures, trials and tribulations, and scars.

However, most people only see the triumphant heroes, forgetting the countless soldiers who fell on the battlefield: like Takashi Shinoda, who yearned for a life of 'chivalry,' forgetting that where 'chivalry' was needed, the ground was littered with corpses and blood.

I will not judge whether your choice is correct or not.

After listening to Takashi Shinoda's account, Jinpei Matsumoto stood beside the operating table.

"But you saved 146 people outside, that's an undeniable fact. You are their hero and have lived up to your 'chivalrous' principles."

After saying that, the middle-aged man raised his hand and placed it on the young man's head.

"A man must taste both victory and defeat. Only after experiencing the bitterness of fleeing and the painful memories can he truly stand on his own."

"These are the words of a man I really admire,"

"Now, I'm giving it to you."

Face failure, accept failure, overcome failure, and then become stronger.

"Now that we've chosen this path, let's keep going."

"Yes,"

Tears streamed down her face as she raised her bandaged hand to cover it.

"Master, I will remember this forever!"

The Path of Chivalry

He wants to keep going.

"Zhang, Ling, please take good care of Longsi and this hospital."

Emerging from the operating room, Matsumoto Jinpei gave instructions.

This is a hospital located on the outskirts of the 'battlefield', which has received hundreds of civilians, as well as the seriously wounded Takashi Shinoda: he was hit head-on by a 'big gun' and survived thanks to the sturdy armor shield of his tank and his supernatural physical strength.

"Yes, master!"

"Leave it to us."

Both the one-armed Bobu Zhang and the Niko Rei carrying a bow and arrow nodded.

They had already fought and trained in the 'Giant Forest' of Takatsuki City; their strength far surpassed that of ordinary 'Arsenal Foot Soldiers', and they could even put up a fight against 'Vajra Samurai'.

Moreover, the two worked together seamlessly, making it easy for them to defend the hospital, unless they were besieged by multiple Oda troops.

"What is this—"

“My disciple has been beaten like this, and I, as his master, am ashamed.”

Matsumoto Jinpei strode out, enraged.

"An eye for an eye!"

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.

P.S.: Time for a break, I can't take it anymore. Writing 10,000 words a day is getting a little tearful.
(End of this chapter)