A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 58 The Supernatural Era
"Run away!"

"Mother."

"Don't block my way, that guy!"

On the streets outside Meguro Ward, surging crowds have converged into torrents fleeing outwards. However, how easy is it to complete the relocation of hundreds of thousands of people in a short period of time? At a time like this, who cares about respecting the elderly and caring for the young?
"You brat, get out of the way—"

In the fleeing crowd, a woman, taking advantage of her large size, pushed several children to the ground, and they were about to be trampled by the crowd.

Bang!
"what!!"

A steel pipe struck the obese woman's face hard, crushing her entire nose bridge and causing it to cave in.

"He hit a woman! He hit a woman!"

Amidst a gushing nosebleed, the obese woman collapsed to the ground, a dent in her cheek, and immediately unleashed her usual trick. Unfortunately, this time it didn't work.
Bang!
Another steel pipe slammed into her mouth as she screamed.

Fresh blood mixed with teeth flew out.

"Shut up, I only hit women!"

"Waaaaah!"

Covering her mouth, which had lost consciousness, the obese woman collapsed to the ground, her eyes reflecting a figure dressed in leather jacket and pants, holding a steel pipe.

"What's the panic? The monster is still thousands of meters away. Line up and go one by one!"

He waved the blood-stained steel pipe, dispelling the chaos of the fleeing crowd.

"Be careful,"

"You guys, hurry up and go over there!"

A group of middle-aged men dressed in black suits, floral shirts, sunglasses, and beards helped several children who had fallen to their feet, giving them a thumbs-up behind them.

"Maintain order!"

"Don't push, don't panic!"

Under the angry shouts of these yakuza members wielding short knives, baseball bats, and chains, the flow of people became orderly and even faster than before.

"Boss, we really have to go."

After the crowd thinned out a bit, a middle-aged man wearing sunglasses with a scar on his face stepped forward and quietly asked Iori Kazuka a question.

"Hey, hey, hey, isn't disaster relief through the Yakuza a tradition of our island nation?"

Yi Hua's signature loud voice rang out on the street.

"Where is your chivalry?"

"What about martial prowess?"

No, it's the boss.

That's just everyday 'acting,' why would someone as smart as you take it seriously?
The man with sunglasses and a scar is the "Wakato" (young leader) of the "Iori-kai," meaning the deputy leader, whose face showed a hesitant expression.

"You've come this far, are you going to back down?"

With the steel pipe slung over his shoulder, Yi Hua turned and glanced at his underlings.

"If you want to leave, I won't stop you."

"But those who leave today are no longer my brothers!"

In Japan's yakuza, joining the gang involves drinking "oyako sake," meaning that most members are actually the gang leader's "adopted sons," which is why yakuza members call their gang leader "Dad."

Iori-gumi
It was a yakuza organization passed down to her by Ichika's father.

Given her qualifications and age, she has not yet taken on any "adopted sons" herself; these members are all considered her "adopted brothers."

You should naturally call her 'Big Brother'.
That is, 'Onigiri'.

"If even the team leader isn't afraid—then what do we have to be afraid of?"

"Let's walk together on the road to the underworld, and never bow our heads before Yama!"

"Consider it repaying my father's kindness!"

None of these yakuza members backed down: they were all veterans of the Iori-gumi and had received kindness from the previous gumi leader.

Iori Kazuka has been leading them for some time now and has established his authority.

Moreover, their female team leader is the kind of person who won't get up early for anything.

I hope I won't get carried away with my emotions.
"Hahaha~~"

"Let's go, boys!"

Carrying a steel pipe, Iori Kazuka waved his hand and led his men into Meguro Ward.

She had already obtained 'insider information' from Hana and knew that these monsters were not actually that strong: apart from being immune to physical attacks and being unkillable, they were not much stronger than ordinary yakuza members; as long as one could overcome fear, they could completely withstand them.

Now is the time to demonstrate our value to the Metropolitan Police Department:
brush--

"careful!"

A dark figure flew out from the street ahead and crashed heavily to the ground.

Upon closer inspection, everyone saw a bald, turtle-shell-like monster with slender limbs: its appearance was undoubtedly that of the famous 'Kappa'.

It's a well-known 'minion' in Japanese ghost stories, even weaker than an old man when out of water; however, this monster's neck is twisted, it's twitching on the ground and can't get up, so it doesn't seem to pose a threat for the time being.

"Yihua?"

A woman in sportswear walked out from around the street corner.

"You are here."

"Pegasus? What are you doing here?!"

Iori Kazuka was stunned when she saw who it was: she brought people here to 'seize territory' next, what was Tenma Hoshi doing here?
"I'm a fighter, after all,"

The woman in sportswear smiled brightly at this.

"You should do your part in these kinds of things."

"You guy-"

He's just an 'ordinary person,' why is he putting on a brave face?

But it is precisely this kind of Pegasus that is the close friend she is willing to keep watching over.

Then,

"Go! Kill these monsters!"

With that, Yi Hua, wielding a steel pipe, strode forward.

"Oooo!"

"Come on!"

Seeing their leader and her girlfriend go ahead, the members of the Iori-kai all picked up their weapons and followed suit.

They are men after all; if they back down now, they will have no face to be in the Yakuza.

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the other side,
The top of a modern building.

"Quickly, quickly, everyone, this way."

A group of police officers wearing bulletproof vests were protecting several well-dressed men and women, and even a small dog, as they fled to the rooftop.

A helicopter was parked on the roof, and their mission was to rescue this tycoon family.

"Coming!"

"Make way, we'll go first!"

As the entrance to the rooftop appeared, several men and women, seemingly summoned by some unknown force, frantically pushed aside the police officers protecting them and rushed towards the roof, panting heavily. Then:
"what!"

"Woof woof woof??"

Several dark figures flew by, knocking these powerful figures to the ground.

"It's a flying head demon!"

"Don't be afraid, the more afraid you are, the stronger they become!" In the midst of the chaos, the police tried to drag the men back; however, these guys were wildly waving and kicking, making it impossible for them to do anything for a moment.

Fortunately, there was still one 'key member' in the rescue team.

Wuwuwu——

The girl's 1.8-meter-long legs swept out like whips, blasting the two flying heads apart in mid-air!
The so-called flying head demon is actually a giant human head: it is a traditional 'hundred ghost' where the head of a decapitated person, filled with resentment, flies around and haunts the world.

However, this is just a counterfeit product made by 'Nightmare', not to mention even if it were genuine;

Faced with the short-haired girl Yamoto's whip kick, his performance was not much better.

Even a hundred-ton giant can be turned into scrap metal!
In just a few seconds, these flying heads were cleared away.

Only a few richly dressed men and women were still blindfolded, wildly slapping and kicking their legs.

"Ahhhhh!"

"Don't eat me, don't eat me!"

"Help me, help me—?"

"Ahem, it's safe now, everyone get up, get up!"

As a middle-aged man was the first to react, he blushed and got up; the other men and women gradually realized that they had been saved.

"Wait, where's A-Jie?"

A chubby boy, around ten years old, looked around but found one person missing:

Is A-Jie among the mission targets?

"I don't think so, do you?"

Snapped,

Before the two policemen could say a word, they were slapped across the face!

"Ah Jie is my dog!"

“If anything happens to it, my dad will make sure you all spend your lives in prison!”

? ?
While the two policemen were stunned, a calm voice rang out.

"If the golden retriever you're talking about just got snatched away by a 'flying head' dog."

Upon hearing this, the chubby boy didn't even hesitate and ran towards the direction from which the sound came—

He raised his hand, but instinctively stopped in front of the other person's cold gaze.

"You saw it, why didn't you save Ah Jie?"

"My dad is..."

"You and A-Jie are very close?"

When his questioning was interrupted, the usually arrogant chubby boy subconsciously nodded.

"Yes--"

The next second, the world in his eyes began to rewind.

My gaze shifted, and what I saw was the 'receding' rooftop, and:
"In that case, you should go and keep it company."

thud,

???

On the rooftop, everyone remained rooted to the spot.

Right before their eyes, the short-haired girl actually kicked the youngest son of the Sumitomo Zaibatsu family all the way off the roof.

"My son? Give me back my son—"

“Don’t be impulsive!!”

"don't want,"

A woman who looked like a demon rushed over and, amidst the instinctive shouts of the others, was grabbed and tossed about by the short-haired girl.

It flew off to the rooftop, trailing a long, ghostly wail.

"Ahhhhhh~~~"

thud,

A deathly silence fell.

Yamoto, who had thrown the two people off the building, turned his head and looked at the remaining people.

Does anyone have any further objections?

"You...you know—"

Snapped! !

A young man shakily raised his finger, but before he could finish speaking, he was slapped across the face.

The slap caused his head to snap to the side, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Of course, this wasn't Yamoto who made the move.

Her slap,

That's not how gentle she is.

"Good riddance! Good riddance!"

The one who assaulted the man was the middle-aged man: the head of the Sumitomo Zaibatsu.

"These two beasts are so disrespectful to their savior; they deserve to die."

As he spoke, the middle-aged man bowed deeply to Yamoto.

"I apologize for the trouble caused by my poor upbringing."

"Dad"

On the helicopter as it took off, the young man, with swollen cheeks and a lisp, looked aggrieved and resentful.

"That's it... just like that?"

"Do you want me to kick you down right now?!"

The middle-aged man, his brow furrowed and eyes blazing with anger, wished that his son would also be thrown off the building by that young girl, so as not to implicate him.

"I told you before, times have changed!"

What era are we living in now?
He tilted his head and looked down through the cabin window;

Tokyo’s brightly lit skyscrapers, and monsters that roam and fly around everywhere.

It's one thing to act tough in front of the police, but to actually mess with a 'supernatural being'? That stupid woman and her stupid son deserve to die! If he hadn't reacted quickly, he would have been thrown down the building and turned into a corpse by now.

He has plenty of women.

She had a whole bunch of sons.

"That's the end of this matter. Those two idiots fell because they slipped and fell."

Island nations have plenty of conglomerates, but supernatural beings are few and far between: and middle-aged people know that they are the source of the 'super injection'.

Go find the police?

Should we mobilize our forces to kill that short-haired girl?

Stop kidding me! Anyone who dares to do that will be the first to die!

And that stupid son of his, go back and lock him up in the manor, never to come out again.

Just like in the past, ordinary people didn't need to respect the tycoons, but they had to respect their power.

Now, even chaebols must respect supernatural forces!
Times have changed.

(End of this chapter)