A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 22 The Second Person

"Director Fujita, I need an explanation!"

In the Metropolitan Police Department office, Commissioner Smith leaned forward, his hands on his desk, his threat palpable.

"Otherwise, the Tokyo District Public Prosecutors Office might find something bad in your residence."

The Tokyo District Public Prosecutors Office is an important institution in the island nation's prosecutorial system, responsible for criminal investigations and prosecutions within the Tokyo metropolitan area; it is most famous for its prosecutions of politicians.

At first glance, this seems to be a righteous institution—but in reality, every politician who has been found guilty of various scandals has made anti-American remarks: over time, even an idiot can see that this is one of the 'dog chains' set up by the United States.

Being targeted by the Tokyo District Public Prosecutors Office is basically tantamount to the end of one's political career.
For example, a certain 'open-minded' former prime minister initially showed a tough stance on America, but was immediately removed from office after the district attorney's office found out about a political donation scandal; after returning to power, he became a docile dog.

If Yokosuka base is the reins of military force...
The Tokyo District Public Prosecutors Office is like an invisible sword hanging over the heads of politicians in an island nation.

"No explanation,"

Director Fujita, behind his desk, gave a calm reply.
"The Metropolitan Police Department has not come into contact with or obtained any supernatural entities: that's my answer."

"you--"

Before Commissioner Smith could get angry, Director Fujita pushed up his non-prescription glasses again.

"Just ten minutes ago, a fire broke out at the Tokyo District Public Prosecutors Office, and many public officials perished in the flames."

"The fire was caused by a carelessly discarded cigarette butt, and the cabinet ordered the department to suspend operations."

"Isn't that sad news?"

? !
Okay, okay,
You don’t even act anymore, right?
The cause of the fire, which started ten minutes ago, has already been determined:

This efficiency isn't just groundbreaking; it's predicting the future!

Commissioner Smith, clutching his chest and his face turning purple with rage, was itching to pull out his gun.

Unfortunately, this is the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.

If a real fight breaks out, it's hard to say who will die from 'excessive heavy metals'.

Especially now, with island nations clearly gambling their national fortunes again: Commissioner Smith finally managed to get this job, but he doesn't want to die here before he even gets the money.

"You will regret this!"

Finally, a helpless Commissioner Smith could only utter this harsh remark.

"No need to see me out."

Since we've already torn off all pretense of civility,
Director Fujita was too lazy to be polite, and didn't even bother to raise his hand.

Bang!
The office door was slammed shut.
After the other party left, the calm and collected expression on the head of the Metropolitan Police Department's face disappeared, replaced by a deep frown.

This time, the island nation seized the initiative and took away the supernatural being 'Ishikawa Yamoto' and the corpse of 'Tanaka Taiji', which immediately aroused the fury of America.

The entire cabinet went to Atsuta Shrine to worship the Ama-no-Murakumo-no-Tsurugi, one of the Three Sacred Treasures. Regardless of whether it is reasonable to worship a divine sword now, the meaning behind this gesture is self-evident: our island nation has a god as its backer!
however--

"The gods of Takamagahara,"

Does it really exist? Just how powerful is it?
Even if there are powerful beings, would they be willing to care about these 'mortals'?

This is a gamble, betting that America will hesitate to act rashly; in fact, the island's cabinet does not want the gods of Takamagahara to actually manifest.

It is important to know that the Japanese royal family is of "unbroken lineage for ten thousand generations," and their bloodline is said to have been passed down to the "three noble children" Amaterasu Omikami. If Takamagahara really exists, then the cabinet government would immediately have to bow down to the royal family and their lives would be out of their own hands.

Who would willingly relinquish power?
"call,"

He let out a long sigh of relief.

Inspector Fujita, who was overseeing the Metropolitan Police Department, picked up the documents on the table.
Regardless, they have done what they were supposed to do; now it's up to America to see how they respond.

"Director,"

The secretary pushed open the door, interrupting Director Fujita's thoughts.

"A supernatural event has occurred at the Tokyo Commodity Exchange: tons of gold in the vault have vanished into thin air!"

?

"Wasn't it done by one of their own people?"

Director Fujita's first reaction was that someone was embezzling from within their own ranks.

This is not a fantasy. In the United States' federal vault, thousands of tons of gold are still in a state of 'Schrödinger's cat's cat's 'uncertainty', and no one dares to go in and check.

"no,"

The secretary handed over the tablet.
"These photos were taken at the scene of the vault; it could not possibly have been done by a normal human being."

The tablet displays a molten vault: like chocolate subjected to high temperatures, the gold bars, which should have been neatly arranged, are solidified together in a flowing manner.

After seeing these photos,
Director Fujita also believes this is a supernatural phenomenon!

It's not that humans can't do it, but who could silently sneak into a vault and melt down so much gold in this way?
Of course, it cannot be ruled out that the Tokyo Commodity Exchange might be colluding with multiple people at this time, playing a joke on the government.

"Send someone to take over the scene and investigate thoroughly, leaving no stone unturned!"

"Yes!"

Would you dare joke with the government at a time like this?

It will kill people!

So, who did it?

As the secretary left to carry out her orders, Director Fujita rubbed his temples.

Supernatural events are occurring all over Tokyo, but they have no clue what to do about them.

As a police officer, this is dereliction of duty!
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"I've been a policeman for thirty years, and today..."

Inside the vault, the gray-haired old policeman touched the wrinkles on his forehead, somewhat doubting whether he was still lucid.

"Old senior, times have changed."

The young policeman almost blurted out "old man," but quickly changed the subject.

"Aren't you online?"

"The video of the supernatural battle has caused a huge uproar on the internet."

"There are even a large number of AI-completed high-definition videos, as well as analysis reports from various organizations."

The island nation and America are locked in a power struggle, while other governments remain on the sidelines. However, grassroots or semi-grassroots organizations have already launched a new round of news coverage, generating countless topics surrounding the island nation's male and female university students in the midst of this conflict.

Ishikawa Yamoto was a reclusive honor student, and didn't have any 'juicy stories' to his name.

However, Tanaka Taiji's past has been dug up: domestic violence from his parents, neglect from his teachers, being bullied, and being ignored by his classmates. With all these factors combined, it is only natural that he would suddenly kill people after gaining 'supernatural powers'.

There was even a wave of praise online, with many people saying that if they had suffered the same treatment, they would have killed everyone in that class, if not the entire school!

Tanaka Taiji only killed the 'ringleader'; he was incredibly kind.

To drive someone like that to murder
It's all the environment's fault!

As Tanaka Taiji said...
A nationwide 'bullying' targeting his class, teachers, and parents began.

"In short, we live in the supernatural age: it's not incomprehensible that such a bizarre 'gold theft' would occur."

After the young policeman finished speaking, he gestured with his chin towards the outside of the vault.

"Look, senior."

"The IPS team has arrived."

A group of personnel wearing hazmat suits and work badges, belonging to the Metropolitan Police Department's Institute of Forensic Science (IPS), filed in; they gestured for the two police officers to leave so that the two officers could take over the scene.

"Let's go,"

Seeing these professionals arrive, the gray-haired old policeman stopped thinking about it.

"Go back and write the report, then..."

Drinking after get off work.

As for the 'criminal' who took away several tons of gold?
Then it has nothing to do with them.

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at this time,
The dark-skinned beauty who took away the gold,

I am walking in Shibuya Ward, in the Meiji Jingu Gaien of Yoyogi Park.

This shrine covers 70 hectares and has 10 trees, making it the largest green space in central Tokyo: it should be bustling with people, but now it is completely silent.

Trembling aura
This is one of the abilities of the 'Soul-Soul Fruit'.

Using the pressure of the soul to make living beings subconsciously stay away from a certain area;

In the world of One Piece, when Big Mom, the owner of the Soul-Soul Fruit, goes berserk, the people of Whole Cake Island sense it and scatter in all directions. "My esteemed guest, may I ask what we are doing?"

The woman in black held a long golden sword in her hand;

With its spine as its body, bones as its handle, and eyeballs embedded in its handguards, it speaks human words as it rotates: it is the voice of Tanaka Taiji.

The weapon is both magnificent and bizarre, both dead and alive, enough to overturn anyone's worldview.

Tanaka is no longer a 'human', but a 'sword spirit' of a sword.

Tanaka Taiji had no objection to the change in his status;

They dared not have any opinions.

This 'noble person' can take his soul and forge it into a weapon;

Naturally, this will make him unable to live or die—not to mention anything else, as long as he is buried deep underground, he will soon give up thinking because there is no one to talk to.

Human beings,

Ultimately, we are social beings.

"Your master, who resurrected my colleague."

When the woman in black cautiously inquired about the 'Tanaka Spinal Cord Sword' in her hand, she did not hide anything and gave the answer directly.

?

"My master?"

"Master, isn't it you?"

"Ah,"

The sound emanating from the golden longsword made the woman in black chuckle softly.

“I am not good at fighting and killing. You are a weapon I created; but someone else will use you.”

So,
Upon hearing this answer, Tanaka Taiji—no, it should be 'Tanaka Spinal Sword'—felt both anticipation and trepidation.

I wonder what his 'owner' looks like?

If I had to choose—

Actually, it wouldn't be bad if it were used by your 'benefactor'.

She was, after all, a classical beauty, and also a mysterious and unpredictable supernatural powerhouse.

"This is it, the place with the heaviest aura of killing."

Walking into a courtyard,

The woman in black stopped in her tracks.

"The aura of slaughter? Does that refer to the training grounds?"

"Um,"

The woman in black confirmed her guess about the 'Tanaka Spinal Cord Sword' with a nasal tone.

Yoyogi Park is the largest park in Tokyo. However, it was actually the Yoyogi Training Ground of the Tokugawa family during the Edo period; it was the garrison of the Imperial Guard Division during the Meiji period; and it became the barracks for American soldiers after World War II.
It was once a place filled with the atmosphere of 'killing and violence', but now it has been turned into a park and has been forgotten by most people.

"let's start,"

The woman in black did not make any move.
Countless dark shadows spread out from her skirt, transforming into mysterious and unpredictable incantations that crawled across buildings, roads, and trees, making the 'Tanaka Spinal Sword,' which had already become a weapon, seem incomprehensible yet formidable.

In fact:
They're all just 'decorations'.

But if someone says it represents a supernatural force that 'resurrects,' then it is!

"The earth, thick and heavy, carries the waters to the Yellow Springs."

As the woman in black raised two fingers and began chanting a spell...
The surrounding earth trembled continuously, as if something was about to burst forth from the ground;

"The Starry Sky Guards the Silent Guardian, Unlocking the Sealed Cave!"

The next second, the illusory giant rock in the park moved aside, and in the darkness, countless unrecognizable warriors clad in black armor charged forward, brandishing their blades; it was as if a thousand troops were covering the sky, blades slicing through the air and the wind howling, as if one were in an ancient battlefield, everything seemed incredibly real, definitely not a pure illusion.

Wow, that's amazing!!
Tanaka Spinal Cord Sword was terrified.
Compared to this scene, his fighting style, with its punches and kicks, is incredibly low-class!

"The seven luminaries revolve, reversing yin and yang; battle dust transforms into blood-soaked soil—"

With a flick of her finger, the beauty in black ink caused thousands of troops to instantly turn into black smoke and converge in one direction.

"The essence of the earth's veins condenses into the sword's bone, in accordance with my lord's decree:"

In the cold chanting, the soil surged and sculpted into human form;
After being engulfed by billowing black smoke, his features gradually became clear, revealing him to be a male warrior from the Heian period.
He was dressed in a blue hunting robe, with a vermilion tunic over it and a dark purple long trousers underneath; he wore a gold and bronze demon mask arm guard on his left shoulder, but unusually, half of the wide sleeve of his hunting robe was hanging down on his right shoulder.

With a jade pendant hanging from his waist and a fur-lined saddle, a nose like a hanging gall, and sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, he did not wear a 'eboshi' (a type of hat), but instead had his black hair tied in a high ponytail. In the late Heian period, the frequent wearing of crowns and helmets caused hair loss at the forehead; therefore, the samurai class of the island nation began to shave that unsightly 'moon-shaped head'.

"Return!!"

Waaaaahh ...

A chilling wind blows through the park, and leaves fall like rain, for a peerless demon is about to descend upon the world.

open eyes!
Next second,
This 'warrior,' with rock as bone, mud as flesh, and thousands of troops as blood, suddenly opened his eyes.

"The Heavenly Nobleman?"

The samurai seemed somewhat dazed; after shaking his head, his eyes gradually cleared.

"You woke me up?"

"Exactly,"

The woman in ink-black robes gracefully raised her hand and pointed.
"We have been asleep for a thousand years, while the world has undergone tremendous changes."

"Take these memories, lest they delay the adults' plans."

As the small ball of light flew from his fingertip and entered the 'samurai's' forehead, he frowned slightly.

"Human beings are so weak?"

There has been no trace of supernatural forces for hundreds of years.

"Stars shift and constellations change, spiritual energy fluctuates, and not only humans, but you and I have become far too weak."

After the woman in black finished speaking, she gently waved her other hand.

A longsword resembling a skeleton flew out.

Snapped,

It was held in the palm of this warrior dressed in Heian period attire.

"This weapon is something I prepared for you."

"Extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures."

"Let's get back to normal as soon as possible."

The samurai gripped the hilt of his sword, his gaze fixed on the golden bone sword in his hand.

"Hello,"

A terrifying pressure descended, causing Tanaka Taiji to stop breathing: although he didn't need to breathe even with a sword.

"I am Tanaka Spinal Sword, please, please guide me."

Faced with the samurai's indifferent gaze,
Tanaka Taiji, now transformed into a sword, trembled, his soul unaware of what he was saying.

Fortunately:

"Tanaka Spinal Cord Sword?"

The samurai frowned, his gaze falling on the smiling, ink-clad beauty, 'Noble Lady Tianyi'.

"Is it your weird sense of humor again?"

"If you don't like it, you can change your name yourself."

The woman in black ink casually shrugged.

"Anyway, it's your knife."

“‘Mikoto’, that will be your name from now on.”

The samurai didn't stand on ceremony and immediately renamed the golden bone sword in his hand.

"Yes, my lord!"

Tanaka's reply immediately rang out from within the golden bone sword.

Great, at least I don't have to bear the bizarre name 'Tanaka Spinal Sword' anymore.

(End of this chapter)