A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 18 Six Styles: Moon Step
"Kana Mitani, I need an explanation!"

In the Metropolitan Police Department's "Honten" Chief's office at 2-1-1 Kasumigaseki, Chiyoda-ku, Tokyo, Chief Fujita, with his arms crossed and leaning forward, asked a gloomy question.

It's no wonder he has a bad temper. Recently, the island nation has been under pressure from the United States and signed a $5500 billion trade contract, or rather, a humiliating treaty that ceded its sovereignty. Although the island's economic index looks great, anyone with eyes can see that this is just a 'relief' after kneeling down and begging for mercy.

In the shadows, unknown to most people

America has also become heavily involved in the island nation's 'supernatural' affairs.
As the head of the Tokyo police force, how could Chief Inspector Fujita possibly be happy?

"Director, what do you mean by explaining?"

When faced with a question from his long-haired, kimono-clad, and seemingly weak subordinate, Director Fujita's face darkened even more.

"Asking questions knowingly!"

Snapped,

A stack of documents was slammed onto the table by Director Fujita.

"That female college student, 'Ishikawa Yamoto,' is a supernatural being!"

The Metropolitan Police Department's elite officers are not to be trifled with. The battle, or rather the 'massacre,' that took place in the alley several hours ago has been repeatedly investigated by criminal investigators, who have confirmed that no other personnel entered or exited the area.

There was no such weapon as an 'axe':

According to the autopsy report, he died from being attacked with his bare hands!

In the past, we could only guess that it was caused by large machinery;
But now there is a more convenient and realistic answer.

Supernatural existence!
"And this video,"

Director Fujita picked up a USB drive from the side and placed it on the table as well.

"This is video footage extracted by the technical department from the damaged phone, clearly confirming—"

The murderer is Ishikawa Yamoto.

"I know."

?

Director Fujita was taken aback when interrupted by Miyako Hana's calm words.

Since you knew all this, why did you let the other person leave?!
"Director, Ms. Ishikawa—"

"No, Ms. Yamoto is indeed a supernatural being, so what?"

With her long hair and kimono, Miyako Kana, who looks more like a traditional beauty than a policewoman, spread her hands.

"Arrest her?"

Regardless of whether the opponent is a supernatural being, or the casualties after a major battle, the most important thing is:

"I don't want to let that Smith guy get away with it for nothing."

Director Fujita frowned.
"To avoid America?"

This is, after all, an island nation called Tokyo, not America, and most civil servants in island nations have elderly parents and young children to support.

There was no need for the whole family to risk their lives working for America. In addition, it was initially treated as a case of 'female college student being attacked by thugs,' so information about 'Yamoto' was concealed by the Metropolitan Police Department.

"right,"

Miya Kana explained,

“If we take action now, it will definitely alarm America and we will lose most of the benefits.”

"Secondly, Director, you should have already seen the intelligence on the target."

As she spoke, Miya Kana stepped forward, picked up the documents on the table, and opened them.

"Ishikawa Yamoto, female, 19 years old, currently a second-year student in Class 8 at Nakano High School."

To reiterate, if the government wants to investigate someone's background, it can strip them bare: because everyone is obligated to cooperate with the Metropolitan Police Department's investigation, and they can enter any place—truly without any taboos.

"Five years ago, I moved from Kyoto to Tokyo. And then—"

This is the beginning of everyday breakdowns.

Ishikawa Yamoto's father was fired from his company due to a work mistake.

Island nations are rife with lifetime employment systems, and even as they become increasingly diversified, most companies still tend to sign lifetime contracts. Such employees are extremely loyal to their companies and share in their successes and failures. In electoral countries, one person can influence the votes of an entire family.

In a sense, they can be considered 'retainers' of the new era.

Conversely, once fired from a company, it is almost impossible to find a job again.

"Unemployed Mr. Ishikawa spent his days in the park, later developing an alcoholic disorder, and becoming increasingly irritable over time;"

In addition, the already difficult employment environment in island nations in recent years has ultimately led to domestic violence.

Unable to bear it any longer, Mrs. Ishikawa chose to enter the Aoki Forest.

He ended his own life.

So, Mr. Ishikawa, who became even more deranged, vented his impotence on his daughter.

They exchanged blows, and he even attempted to defile Ishikawa Yamoto. Finally:

"Killed in return,"

"The body is in the Ishikawa family's refrigerator."

It's perfectly normal for a drunkard like Ishikawa to fall into a river or be quietly dragged away by yakuza at any time.

Since his daughter, Ishikawa Yamoto, did not file a police report, the island nation's government would not bother with such a useless person.

“Ishikawa Yamoto has an ‘educational fund trust business’ left by his grandfather, so he can continue his university life: it’s even easier than before, and he doesn’t have to worry about being subjected to domestic violence.”

The so-called 'education fund trust business'
Parents or relatives entrust funds to a trust bank to establish a special education fund.

The trust agreement can specify the purpose of the funds (tuition fees, textbook fees, living expenses) and designate the child as the beneficiary. Even if the parents or relatives pass away or become incapacitated, the trust bank will still make regular payments as agreed.

It must be said that the girl's grandfather had some foresight; otherwise, her situation might have been even more tragic.

Even though she was a young girl, it was still quite creepy to live with her father's corpse.

“I know all of that,”

Director Fujita adjusted his non-prescription glasses.
"This intelligence only proves that the target has serious psychological problems, and we should take control of him as soon as possible."

"No, quite the opposite."

However, Miya Kana directly rejected her boss's opinion.

"That's why I let her go."

At the signal from Director Fujita, Kana Mitani continued:
"It was precisely because of this experience that Ms. Yamoto's mental state became abnormal: as long as we showed any intention to forcibly restrain her, she would definitely resist to the end!"

So, what the Metropolitan Police Department obtained was most likely a corpse.

"But everyone has things they care about,"

As she spoke, Miya Kana flipped through the documents, stopping at the page with the image of a female college student with braided pigtails.

"Digging the shallow river,"

"One of the victims in this case,"

"Ms. Yamoto's classmate, class monitor, and best friend."

As some of the "violent" members have pointed out: the fabricated "testimony" of the two female college students is full of loopholes in their eyes; they can even deduce that the mastermind behind these remarks is actually "Kurigawa Asari"!
"The two were close friends, and now they're 'accomplices'—this bond—"

With her hand raised to her chest, Miyako Kana lowered her eyes.

"I also have friends who would give up everything for me."

"Director, you can't understand."

? !
Director Fujita, who was inexplicably kicked, was stunned. He did not actually have that kind of existence, but that did not prevent him from understanding what Miya Kana meant.

"Are you planning to win over Horie Asari and then control Ishikawa Yamoto?"

"That's right,"

Kana Mitani, dressed in a kimono and with long hair, put down the documents in her hand.

"Humans are, after all, social beings."

"We don't need to push the other side to the opposite side. It would be wiser to let Ms. Yamoto work for us willingly."

The Metropolitan Police Department represents the island nation's violent apparatus and wields immense power.

Now it has also received the cabinet's approval:
I'll give you anything you want!
madman?

If a 'collar' can be made, it can also be used.

"Okay, go ahead and do it."

After understanding his subordinates' plans, Director Fujita nodded in satisfaction.

"Hana, I know you are a capable person."

"Work hard and shut those gossiping old fogies up!"

"No need, Director."

The woman in the kimono could only wave her hand helplessly in response.

"My dream is to be a carefree bureaucrat."

Instead of scheming and fighting to the death with these supernatural beings!

"Ha, that's not up to you."

Director Fujita relaxed his furrowed brow.
"You just said that people are social beings—you and I are no exception."

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.

Edogawa Ward,

Ge Southwest High School. Tap, tap, tap.

Heavy footsteps pounded the steps, inching upwards one by one.

The book says: Humans are social beings.

The boy with the bowl cut, dragging his heavy steps, pried open the rooftop door and walked towards the edge of the rooftop in the night.

"why?"

Why only him?

Excluded from 'society'?
'You're an adult now, don't cause trouble for others.'

The male college student still vividly remembers the teacher's impatient expression and his reply.

'Hey, aren't we friends? You bastard!'

Every school has its underclass, and he was undoubtedly one of the underclass in his class.

'Don't look at him,'

'That gloomy look'

The other students in the class expressed their dislike for him.

'You bastard, why are you the only one getting bullied at school? It's all because you have bad grades—'

When he got home and learned what had happened, his father was furious: instead of confronting the guys who had bullied him, he physically assaulted him.

How awful! How awful!

I've asked everyone I could for help, but why are people so indifferent?

"No, this is indeed in accordance with the rules of society."

Climbing over the fence and standing on the edge of the rooftop, the male college student with the bowl cut muttered desperately to himself.

"Survival of the fittest, I am the one who should be eliminated."

Looking down, the concrete ground reflecting the moonlight made the boy dizzy, and he instinctively gripped the fence behind him.

"I can do it, I can do it, as long as I take the first step."

Once you take this step, it's over.

Keep encouraging yourself!

If you go back

It will be just like usual.

If he doesn't die, no one will understand the pain he feels that makes him want to die!
Although his trembling body was a constant reminder to him to stay away from danger and death: to survive is a biological instinct.

"At this time, it should be..."

Reciting the crimson verses of death?

such as:

It's so windy on the top floor.
The wind ruffled the school uniform tie;

Jump with eyes closed

The wind filled my ears
Snapped,

"Hey?"

The thrust coming from behind,
Caught off guard, the boy with the bowl cut flew into the night.

Wuwuwu——

The sound of wind suddenly reached my ears; perhaps it was just an illusion?
The concrete ground was rapidly approaching; if he landed like that, he would surely suffer a head injury!
In an instant, a chilling shiver shot from the soles of my feet to the top of my head! Every cell in my body was desperately screaming for help, trying to turn the tide.

However, it was all in vain; the instincts of living beings succumb to the thinking of the brain; this is where humans surpass ordinary creatures, and it is also the reason why humans would subjectively choose 'suicide'.

No, no, no

I don't want to die! I don't want to die!

As the ground rapidly zooms in, the male college student, his hair flying in the wind, regrets his actions.

"Stop! Stop!!!"

The falling boy instinctively kicked his legs downwards in mid-air, like the instinctive reaction of a drowning person.

Originally, this was just a futile struggle, but:
Snap, snap,

As he struggled frantically,
His legs left afterimages as he stepped out, producing a loud airburst sound.

thud,

"Ouch,"

He fell hard on his backside, and the trembling of his tailbone made him instinctively straighten his chest and lift his head.

As he looked up,

What I could see was the rooftop of the teaching building above.

? !
"This is what I am"

Looking around, the male college student belatedly realized that he was sitting on the concrete ground in front of the teaching building.

Snap, snap, snap,

Soft, yet rhythmic applause rang out.

"good,"

It only slowed down the impact of the fall, and didn't even touch the hair of 'Moonwalk', but it was already quite good: indeed, people can unleash miracles under the pressure of life and death.

Well, as for the possibility of being smashed into a meat pie on the spot, what does that have to do with 'her'?
Anyway, he's the kind of guy who's planning to jump off a building.

Waste utilization~~
"who--"

Turning his head abruptly, what came into the boy's view was a shadow standing in the moonlight.

"Ghost, ghost!!!"

A piercing scream echoed through the campus: however, since the advent of various electronic devices, the island nation's tradition of 'night patrols' has disappeared; no matter how hard he screamed, no one would come to check.

"ghost?"

"Don't compare me to such lowly beings,"

It was clearly a shadow, yet it was a three-dimensional presence, allowing one to discern that it was the presence of a classical beauty, speaking leisurely.

"I remember, my name is 'Noble Lady'."

"If you dare to make any more noise, I'll send you to the River of Three Crossings to spend the rest of your life with real 'ghosts'."

???

"Your Excellency,

Because of his past experience of being bullied, the boy instinctively knelt down and stood up.

"Excuse me, who are you?

"I am the one who gives you power,"

A classically beautiful woman in ink-black robes strode forward, her skirt billowing and trailing for meters, exuding elegance and grace: truly deserving of the title 'Noble Lady'.

"Sir, what can I do for you?"

Faced with the strange entity that had approached him, the boy with the bowl cut knelt down, bowed his head, and knelt on the ground, respectfully asking questions.

The other party's understanding saved someone a lot of trouble.

"I need you to kill someone."

really!

The ACG (Anime, Comics, and Games) industry is very developed in island nations.

This bizarre encounter under the moonlight is clearly a scene where an 'evil villainous BOSS' is selecting 'cannon fodder' from the human world.

And he: Tanaka Taiji, was that pitiful cannon fodder!

"No problem, sir."

The male college student kneeling on the ground agreed without hesitation.

The violently pounding heart made Tanaka Taiji feel the taste of 'being alive' for the first time in a long time; he didn't want to die! At least for this moment, he was absolutely unwilling to face the end of his life.

Even if it is murder.

It's done!

"Shall we set off now?"

"That's not necessary."

Perhaps it was the gentle demeanor of the woman in black, or perhaps it was the surging power within him, that emboldened Tanaka Taiji to raise his head.

"Your Mightiness,"

Could you please grant me one more day?

“I want to take care of some ‘personal matters’.”

"Can,"

This person is quite generous to his 'pawns'.

Anyway, he could roughly guess what the other party was going to do.

(End of this chapter)