A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 238 Each Person's First Battle

"Waaaaaah~~"

Amidst flashing red and blue ambient lighting, police cars with sirens blaring arrived in Adachi Ward.

Thump,

Before the police car had even come to a complete stop, the car door was kicked open.

"The criminal is there!"

A figure nimbly leaped out; it was a short-haired policewoman, wearing a white female police blouse with her tie fluttering in the wind. Her clenched fists were powerful enough to destroy a vehicle; she was someone who could fight an elephant bare-handed.

"It's Tsujimoto Police!"

"With her here, we're safe."

"Inspector, the prisoner's body is here!"

Passersby waved and cheered, and the quickest to react had already raised their hands to signal towards the alley entrance.

Corpse?

Isn't this a supernatural crime?

The passerby's words startled Natsumi Tsujimoto. Could it be that he was killed by civilian-held firearms?

"Let me see,"

The onlookers made way.

The short-haired policewoman walked to the alley entrance and immediately recognized with a glance that this was a supernatural event.

The two bodies lying on the ground with their heads blown off were clearly not victims of gunfire: even rifle bullets would hardly produce such a horrific headshot, not to mention the obvious crush marks.

"They were killed by being caught."

The gentle policewoman with long braids, Miyuki Kobayakawa, also came to the scene.

Having dealt with many supernatural events, she immediately recognized the marks as signs of violent crushing by five fingers.

In fact, her good partner, Natsumi Tsujimoto, can use this move, 'Strong Hand Skull Crack,' to crush the enemy's head.

As a result,
This case involves two supernatural beings.

"You're the victim, aren't you?"

Miyuki Kobayakawa turned around and walked straight towards the girl at the back of the crowd.

"Could I ask you what happened?"

"Everyone, has anyone taken a picture of the person who made the move?"

The short-haired policewoman, Natsumi Tsujimoto, turned to ask other passersby: With the prevalence of modern mobile phones and the habit of taking photos and posting them on social media whenever something happens, we might be able to pinpoint the culprit directly.

But the passersby all looked troubled and shook their heads.

This is easy to understand: the criminal is a corpse on the ground, so the person who intervened is a 'chivalrous knight'.

As ordinary people in this chaotic era, we ultimately hope for more 'chivalrous' individuals: those mindless masses who have nothing better to do than nitpick at heroes are more common in movies.

"Um, our Metropolitan Police Department isn't an unreasonable place."

Seeing the hesitant expressions on the faces of passersby, Natsumi Tsujimoto tried to reassure and explain.

"If it is indeed to prevent a crime, the person who intervenes will not be criminally liable under the newly enacted Act on Special Measures for Responsibility and Remedies for Supernatural Acts."

Of course, they can also be recruited by the Metropolitan Police Department: Want to be a vigilante? No problem, join the Metropolitan Police Department and work twelve hours a day.
"Inspector Tsujimoto, it's not that we're not cooperating."

As the two beautiful "top fighters" of the Supernatural Countermeasures Department, Section Two, the Japanese naturally know Natsumi Tsujimoto and Miyuki Kobayakawa.

An old man hesitated before speaking.
"Instead, the other party was dressed as a ninja, without revealing any facial features."

Or rather, his attire was his most striking feature.

Ninja?
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.

"Ugh, ugh~~"

Adachi Ward, beside the Arakawa River

A middle-aged man was retching while leaning against a fence, causing passersby to detour.

Tie, trousers, trench coat, and dark circles under his eyes from lack of rest—the typical look of a corporate slave.

Such people, whether in the past or present, are a sign of being 'harmless'.

No one would have guessed that this ordinary middle-aged office worker had just killed someone, and someone who was supernatural.

'Hehehe, too weak, too weak.'

A lazy voice echoed in Kenji Fujikido's mind.

'Just killing two insects, and he looks like this? Have men of this era fallen so low?'

"You don't need to tell me!"

Having just recovered from the shock of his first murder, Kenji Fujikido let out a low growl, scaring the passersby away.

"kill."

Ultimately, it's not a good thing, at least not the kind of education Kenji received.

The island nation has been at peace for decades, and for someone like Kenji Fujikido, the world should be at peace: unless there is a supernatural recurrence.

"I will drive supernatural forces out of this island nation!"

'Huh? Hahahaha!'

The voice in his mind changed from doubt to maniacal laughter, like a giant ape rolling around in his consciousness with pleasure.

'You think you can banish supernatural forces?'

"Even with your help, you can't do it?"

Upon hearing Kenji Fujikido's question, the giant ape in his mind, who was laughing wildly, sat up.

Humans, don't try to provoke me.

'I am the mountain god of Iwato, but among the eight million gods, I can only be considered a mid-to-high level being.'

The island nation claims to have eight million gods, but most of them are just filler figures like "poor gods" or "toilet gods." In terms of combat power, they are not even as strong as some of the more powerful evil spirits. In fact, many gods are originally monsters, evil spirits, or ghosts who, after receiving offerings from humans, simply took the position of gods.

That doesn't mean there aren't any powerful beings.

Leaving aside the level of the Three Noble Sons,
'I once fought alongside my master against Takemikazuchi, but was defeated in a single move.'

Compared to true powerhouses, a mountain god like Him is no match.

Even within the divine office of 'mountain god',

There are also deities like 'Ōyamatsumi', who are genuine mountain gods born from the two creator gods.

Compared to those beings who are born with authority, he, who fought his way up step by step and became a god through incense offerings, is nothing more than a self-taught individual.

By the way,
'Ōyama Tsumi's' daughter,

She is the cherry blossom goddess 'Konohana Sakuya-hime', who is also the great-grandmother of the royal family of the island nation.

When Amaterasu's grandson asked his father-in-law, Ōyamatsumi, for his daughter's hand in marriage, Ōyamatsumi gave Amaterasu's grandson Iwanagahime, the older sister of Konohanasakuyahime, along with a large amount of treasure. Amaterasu's grandson, however, found Iwanagahime ugly and returned her.

In reality, 'Ishinaga-hime' represents longevity and 'Konohana-hime' represents wealth and prosperity. The consequence of Amaterasu's grandson returning 'Ishinaga-hime' was that the island nation's imperial family, like cherry blossoms, was brilliant but short-lived.

"Do you understand, mortal? You're dreaming."

Even with His help as the mountain god of Iwato, it was impossible to stop the overwhelming force of the supernatural era: how could a mere rock resist the vast ocean?

Overcome!

"How will you know you can't do it if you don't try?"

However, Kenji Fujikido had already made up his mind to fight for ordinary people in this era.

"At the very least, at the very least, don't let my tragedy continue!"

'.'

'That's just how you humans are—reckless, stubborn, and impulsive.'

'But I like it!'

The voice in my mind suddenly changed.
'I used to be just an ordinary monkey,'

'I was supposed to be born, grow old, get sick, and die, but I was unwilling: I fought with tigers, with bears, with ghosts, with gods, and finally—'

Looking back, it has become a 'mountain god' that everyone fears and worships.

He was appreciated by Ashiya Dōman and became his right-hand man.

Go for it, mortal.

'I'm lending you my power; don't bother me unless it's absolutely necessary.'

After that, the voice in his mind subsided, replaced by various kinds of knowledge: unarmed combat techniques, methods for training 'Wei Dou', the ability to create clones, and the 'ninja' outfit he wore earlier, all of which came from the god's abilities.

The clone is the power of Iwato Mountain God.

As for its gigantic form, that's simply its original appearance.

"Thanks,"

As he absorbed the knowledge in his mind, Kenji Fujikido clenched his fist.

He used to be just an ordinary person, and even if he tried his best, he was not qualified to fight against supernatural beings.

But now it possesses supernatural powers.
So--

"Now is not the time to rest, let's begin."

As he walked into the alley and emerged from the other side, he was dressed in a crimson ninja outfit, with a steel mask covering the lower half of his face. The two large, silver-hooked characters "Super Kill" on the mask showed his determination.

Any supernatural disturbances will be met with annihilation!

"The dust has settled, and these are indeed the people who will make it through the elimination rounds."

As Kenji Fujikido stepped out of the alley, he looked up at the huge billboard next to him: it was a live broadcast of "News King," and several experts had passed the test—the shrunken "King of the Hill" announced their success.

"Let's give a warm round of applause to Ms. Tenma, Machii Kenshin, and Mr. Matsumoto!"

On the devastated battlefield, there was Pegasus Nozomi with the 'Red Demon Mother Robe' fluttering behind him, Machii Isao with his sword sheathed, and Matsumoto Jinpei, looking somewhat disheveled. Although Matsumoto Jinpei had inherited the 'Yodogawa Uzuki's' legacy, he was weaker than the two veteran supernatural masters in both actual combat and domineering presence.

However, his disheveled appearance did not affect his mood.

For Jinbe Matsumoto, this experience of fighting against strong opponents was very rewarding.

As for Beowulf's men, and the Wild Hunt that followed Artoria, they had nothing to do with people in the real world.

"The strong,"

Beneath his ninja hood, Kenji Fujikido's gaze fell upon these people.

If he wants to stop the supernatural era and protect ordinary people, he must become stronger, stronger than anyone else!

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.

"Huh? It's already finished over there!"

On the road to wealth, Wood Spirit No. 17, who was playing with the long spear in his hand, turned his head in surprise and looked at the distant sky.

"So fast, it seems we need to speed things up too."

"Oh, Little Seventeen, do you have any good ideas?"

The three stood on a tree trunk in a forest, gazing down at a densely packed army.

Soldiers clad in leather armor, helmets, and wielding swords and shields—yet beneath the leather armor lie pale ribs, beneath the helmets hollow skulls, longswords chipped and broken, shields riddled with arrows. Soldiers who were originally dead have been transformed back into walking monsters by the power of Devil Fruits.

In addition to the massive number of 'skeleton soldiers', there are also 'abominations' that are fat and tall, pieced together from corpses, wielding a bloodstained greatsword in one hand and a bloodstained chain in the other; and 'undead knights' riding skeletal warhorses and wearing armor.

It's obvious that this is an army of undead!
The 'Wild Hunt' is a legion-level unit.

That's right,

In Norse mythology,

The 'Wild Hunt' does not refer to an individual, but rather to a 'supernatural phenomenon'.

The one who embarked on the 'Wild Hunt' could be an elf, a fairy, or the dead; some even say it was Odin.

The knight Hartmut who followed Artoria could be called the 'Wild Hunt'; the undead legion blocking the end of the 'Treasure Road' was also the 'Wild Hunt'.

"Little Seventeen, don't be reckless."

Mulan, carrying a long sword, spoke.

She's an assassin, specializing in one-on-one combat, and dealing with this lifeless zombie army is a bit tricky.

"Hehehe, let me show you what I'm capable of!"

Wood Spirit #17 chuckled and clapped his hands.

"Soldiers of the forest, servants, followers, heed my call: Number 17—"

Rumble rumble rumble,

The forest where the three were located trembled at the excited voice of Wood Spirit No. 17.

One by one, the large trees pulled their roots out of the soil, transforming them into wriggling, tentacle-like legs, and began to move forward: within the core of these trees, 'human-shaped grasses' parasitized.

"Go forth and devour my enemies!"

With a wave of his hand, Number 17 sent out dozens of 'Treemen'.

"Oh, oh, oh, you're quite capable, Little Seventeen!"

As Attila the Hun praised him, shading his eyes with his hand, Wood Spirit #17 pulled a vial from his waist.

Glug glug

She drank the emerald green liquid in one gulp, then wiped her mouth with her hand.

"It's not over yet, there's more, more!"

In her hand was a 'supernatural energy replenishment potion' refined by Professor Tone, protected by Number 17, containing supernatural plants from Takatsuki City, which he could study at will.

"Pierce through the enemy lines!"

Drug use is the reason for being king.

(End of this chapter)