A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 6 Seeds of Chaos

open eyes--

When Yoshifumi Nitta opened his eyes, he found himself lying on the sofa, his mind still blank.

Who am I? Where am I? What am I supposed to do?
"Uncle? You're awake!"

The surprised voice beside him made Yoshifumi Nitta turn his head sharply.

"Chick?"

As the background changes from the ceiling to the wall, besides the surprised little girl, there is also a dark-skinned beauty.

A beauty in ink?!
A series of memories surfaced in my mind.

The man lying on the sofa only then belatedly realized what had happened.

I am Yoshifumi Nitta, a secret police officer with the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. I've been undercover in the Ishii Group, a branch of the Sumiyoshi-kai, for three years. I was exposed and tortured after saving a little girl named Hina who was being targeted by the Ishii Group for organ harvesting. Then:

Thinking of this, Yoshifumi Nitta, who had turned over and stood up, looked at the dark-skinned beauty who had her back to them.

"Your Excellency?"

"woke up,"

The other party put down the remote control.

Turning around, a television set playing the news came into view.

this--

Regardless,

This classical beauty who calls herself a "noble person" seems so out of place on television news.
"Yes, thank you for your help."

Stand up and bow respectfully to the other party to express your gratitude.

"There's no need for that,"

The other party simply waved their hand calmly.
"I merely activated the power within you; it is you who will save you."

"Is that so?"

He raised his head and looked at his hands with a complicated expression.

As soon as Yoshifumi Nitta thought of it, the ten fingers of his hands visibly became long, sharp, and transformed into the shape of blades!

It was these very hands that tore most of the members of the 'Ishii Group' to pieces.

That's not right.

The 'Ishii Group' is a standard Yakuza organization.
But those people's crimes should be judged by the government and the law.

and many more!

"My drug addiction."

Yoshifumi Nitta went on a killing spree partly to help the little girl Hina escape, and partly because he was suffering from drug addiction and going insane: as a member who joined the group halfway through, getting addicted to drugs was the best 'pledge of allegiance'.

Because once you get involved with drugs, there's no turning back!

Drug rehabilitation?

nonexistent.

Many people claim they can easily quit drugs after trying them.

The 'poison' I actually came into contact with was mixed with headache powder countless times; its purity can only be described as tragic.

Truly high-purity toxins directly disrupt the brain's ability to secrete dopamine, thus reversing the regulation of the nervous system. This has nothing to do with willpower; rather, it distorts a person's physiological functions. With current technology, there is no way to correct this damage. In other words:

Drug addiction will haunt him for life!
"Incredible, this refreshing feeling?"

Nitta Yoshifumi kept moving his hands and feet, still shocked.

"Your Excellency, it's you—"

"No,"

The woman in dark hair shook her head slightly.

"It was she who cured you."

"Hehehe~~"

The little girl next to her had her hands behind her back, head held high, with an expression that said, "Praise me!"

?

"It seems you really don't remember, Kamaichiro."

"If one cannot even preserve their true spirit during reincarnation, can they still be considered a great demon?"

The beauty in black, though seemingly a shadow, is actually a three-dimensional being, exuding an air of leisure and arrogance that commands respect.

“She is ‘Kamagari’, your sister.”

"younger sister?"

Yoshifumi Nitta was initially taken aback, but then he came to his senses.

The other party's so-called 'younger sister' probably refers to a past life.

This dark-skinned beauty 'activated' his power and kept calling him 'Kamaichiro'.

"I remember you said I was the great demon of 'Kashin-etsu'?"

Despite his tattoos, his history of violence and intimidation, and his drug addiction, Yoshifumi Nitta is actually a good person—a police academy student with excellent character and academic performance, and naturally knows a thing or two about the island nation's local legends.

"So, I'm actually a Kamaitachi?!"

The man was somewhat dazed at being suddenly stripped of his 'human status'.

This unscientific!

"To be precise, you all are."

The beauty in black casually spouted nonsense. As the source of extraordinary power, who in this world can refute 'her' setting?
No!

He said the man and the little girl in front of him were Kamaitachi, and that's who they were.

Is she 'Kamagari'?

His gaze fell on the little girl 'Hina' in front of him, and he raised his hand to ruffle her hair with a complicated expression.

"Thank you, Hina."

"I'm happiest when I can help you, Uncle!"

The little girl smiled innocently, seemingly completely unaware of her identity as one of the 'hundred ghosts'.

Unexpectedly, Hina was also a 'Kamaitachi', which explained the disappearance of his addiction: Nitta Yoshifumi naturally knew that as one of the famous 100 demons of the island nation, there was not one Kamaitachi, but three cough cough, three.

The eldest brother is responsible for tripping pedestrians, the second brother is responsible for cutting pedestrians, and the third brother is responsible for treating pedestrians.

It is a mischievous, but not bad, kind of demon.

According to scientific explanation, it was actually the Koshinetsu region—the ancient border area of ​​Kai, Shinano, and Echigo—where the wind was strong year-round and the vegetation was lush, making it easy for pedestrians to be blown over and then scratched by sharp plant leaves.

but:

Yoshifumi Nitta himself broke out of the Ishii organization.

Now that Chu has cured his drug addiction, the irrefutable evidence is right in front of us.

Damn science!
"Your Excellency, is there one more person?"

The Kamaitachi are three brothers or three siblings who act together, so theoretically, shouldn't there be a 'younger brother' or 'younger sister' as well?

"Kamajuro, I haven't found his reincarnation yet."

The woman in ink-black robes spread her hands.
Answered offhand.

She originally only came to cause trouble for the Sumiyoshi-kai.

The so-called activation of the 'Kamaitachi siblings' power' is nothing more than a casual experiment. Where are we going to find a third person for the 'Kamaitachi siblings'?
tell you later.

However, there really is a "Kamaitachi Fruit" in 'One Piece'.

It's just an early-stage fruit: the ability to unleash wind blade slashes by waving one's hand out of the air.

The reason it's only an early-stage achievement is because the swordsmen of the New World say, "Isn't the Flying Slash just a 'normal attack'?"

It's not like I'm some kind of Poetry-Reading Fruit user who has to give every casual 'basic attack' a name.

"Your Excellency,"

Just as the ink-clad beauty's thoughts were racing, Nitta Yoshifumi, who had already accepted his identity as the 'Kamaitachi', asked one last question.

"What do you want us to do?"

In the adult world, there is never a free lunch.

Regardless of the other party's motives, awakening the power within them is certainly not simply a matter of "doing a good deed every day."

Nitta Yoshifumi, clean and shirtless, looked directly at the classical beauty in black before him.

"doing what?"

The woman in black simply smiled in response.

"Just survive."

?

"All you need to do now is survive."

With a flick of her wrist, the beauty tossed her long hair behind her ear, letting it dance in the air.

"A great change of the times is coming. For now, it is still the world of 'humanity'. Hide and struggle to survive, and when 'that person' needs you, then contribute your humble strength."

brush--

With her black hair flying in the wind, the ink-clad beauty vanished into thin air, like a shadow under the light.

"Uncle, what do we do next?"

The little girl beside him tugged at his trouser leg, bringing Yoshifumi Nitta back to his senses. "We—"

"Let's find a place to settle down first."

In theory, as a police officer, he should immediately report the strange events that happened to him to the government.

If it were just Yoshifumi Nitta alone, he would have done it immediately.

"Child, I will protect you."

Regardless of her experiences in the 'Ishii Group' or the kindness Hina showed him by saving him, Yoshifumi Nitta was unwilling to let her get involved in the darkness of the adults.

"By the way, how did you save me?"

Thinking about this question, Nitta Yoshifumi subconsciously asked,
If it's inconvenient...

"No, this is Hina's ability, it's called—"

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Snapped,
Tokyo Detention Center

In his solitary cell, Qiu Yuelu closed the book in his hand.

"Indeed, washing the fruit can remove toxins, including drug addiction."

The power he bestowed upon the little girl named 'Hina' was the Wash-Wash Fruit.

In the world of One Piece, this ability belongs to Vice Admiral Tsuru of the Marine Headquarters: although she only showed it briefly during the Marineford War, turning the pirates who attacked her into harmless 'clothes' to dry, it was already terrifying.

Being turned into 'clothes' may seem funny in comics, but in reality it's nothing short of terrifying!
Once transformed into 'clothes', their combat power will inevitably decrease significantly: just like Kalifa's 'Bubble-Bubble Fruit' can turn enemies into slippery bubbles, thus greatly reducing their strength.

In terms of characteristics, the Wash-Wash Fruit should be considered superior to the Bubble-Bubble Fruit and the Smooth-Smooth Fruit: it not only possesses the characteristics of these two fruits, but also has strong support abilities.

For example, the little girl 'Chū' cleansed the 'toxins' from the undercover police officer's body.

"Good, now it's time to 'watch the show'."

Austrian writer Stefan Zweig once said—

Every gift of fate comes with a hidden price tag.

"I saved you,"

Whatever happens to you afterward is the price you have to pay.

Qiu Yuelu got up, placed the books on the bookshelf, and began to prepare for bed.

He's a transmigrator, after all; arriving in this parallel world will inevitably plunge it into war. And it's not just these two; countless others will be drawn into his schemes. However:
Those were all done by "important people," what does it have to do with me?

Of course, sleeping was just a pretext.

Killing that lawyer was easy, and even eliminating the 'Sumiyoshi-kai' would be simple, but the subsequent troubles would still need to be dealt with.

Since they were going to muddy the waters, they naturally wouldn't just stop there—besides the 'Kamaitachi,' Akizuki Ritsu had prepared other 'pawns' to give the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department something to do.

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"Times have changed."

Setagaya Ward, Hachimanyama Town,
A middle-aged man dressed in a kendo uniform pushed open the ancient gate and entered his own dojo.

In fact, this middle-aged man was 52 years old; however, he was very well-maintained, and with his black, short hair, he looked like a dashing young man at first glance.

However, the wrinkles creeping up around his eyes and the sagging skin on the back of his hands prove that he is no longer young.

Of course, age isn't the most important thing; the most important thing is:

"What is the meaning of my sword, really?"

Upon entering the dojo, the middle-aged man picked up the horizontally placed katana, positioned it under his ribs, and assumed the classic stance for 'Iaijutsu' (a type of sword strike).

Clang————

With a crisp metallic clang, the middle-aged man remained in his Iaijutsu stance.

Only the candle in front of them suddenly went out!

That's right, he completed the entire sequence of drawing, slashing, and sheathing his sword in half a second.

"Getting old,"

The middle-aged man sighed.
Twenty years ago, he could do all of this in 0.2 seconds;
Fifteen years ago, he once hit a baseball at 138.9 meters per second;

Ten years ago, he blindfolded himself and used his hearing to cut off the flame of a candle;

Five years
No matter how much you take care of yourself or how much you exercise;

As time went by, the former 'Heisei Sword Saint' was just a gradually weakening old man.

"Beauties, like famous generals, are not allowed to grow old in this world."

This man is named Machii Isao, known as the "Heisei Sword Saint" of Japan. He's called that because there are no real combat opportunities in modern times. Even though he holds six Guinness World Records, including the ability to slice BB bullets with a sword, extinguish flames with his eyes closed, and perform a "thousand-slash" in one go...
"In the end, it's just a performance."

It's no wonder this middle-aged man was so dejected. On one hand, as his health deteriorated, he could only reminisce about his former strength through videos.

On the other hand, the 'samurai spirit' of the island nation is also declining.

What era are we living in? Why are we still using knives?

Use a gun.

Seven steps away, gun fast!
Within seven steps, the gun is fast and accurate!

Even within the police system, the majority of students choose to practice 'karate' or 'grappling techniques'.

After all, you can't expect to use a wooden baton to perform swordsmanship, can you?
Moreover, the current "Heisei generation" is known for its unconventional thinking and its tendency to relax and enjoy life.

kendo?

What an old-fashioned sport!

With that time, it would be so much better to play baseball; if you could make it to Koshien, your annual salary could be in the hundreds of millions!
Or you could try football, make it into one of the top five leagues, and earn pounds in Europe.

"call,"

Just as the middle-aged man named Machii Isao let out a long sigh, a creaking sound suddenly rang out in the quiet dojo.

"Weak, powerless, like a snail!"

? !
In an instant, my hair stood on end.

He was the only one in this dojo; there was no one else there.

Clang, clang, clang,
As Machii Isao turned around abruptly, the armor placed in the corner of the dojo stood up.

? ?
This is a traditional ancient armor from an island nation, made of bamboo strips, leather, hemp rope, iron nails, etc., with cracks all over it like spider webs; even the face is covered with a demon mask, not revealing any skin.

"Who are you, and why have you broken into my home?"

Holding a katana, Machii Isao asked in a deep voice, while inwardly sighing once more:

old,

Someone was hiding inside the dojo's armor, and he didn't even notice?

"who am I?"

The armored figure walked straight toward Machii Isao step by step, and an old, distorted voice came from beneath the demon mask.

"I am Tsujitsu Tanjiro, the master of the Unbound School of Iaijutsu!"

???

Even Machii Isao, the 'Heisei Sword Saint' who had lived half his life, couldn't help but be stunned on the spot.

The founder of the Edo period?

What are you kidding——

Bang! !

Next second,
Machii Isao was sent flying backwards!

He crashed heavily onto the dojo floor and rolled more than ten meters away.

"asshole!"

Letting the blood flow from his forehead, Machii Isao got up and looked at the armor that suddenly moved forward, extending a finger, and he was quite certain.

There's no human inside the armor!

"Not bad that you didn't drop the knife."

With a flick of his finger, he sent his opponent flying, and the masked armored figure nodded slightly in satisfaction.

then:

He pulled out the ribcage from his waist.

The so-called 'wakizashi' is a short sword, about 30 centimeters long: in most cases, it was used by women for self-defense or by samurai to commit seppuku.

This ancient-style armor was certainly not intended for seppuku:

"Feel sorry,"

Beneath the mask, came the other party's flat and emotionless apology.

"There is no knife smaller than this."

"Oh, I've been looked down upon."

Struggling to his feet, the island nation's 'Heisei Sword Saint' grinned, revealing his white teeth.

"I am Machii Isao,"

He gripped the knife with both hands and assumed a fighting stance.

Regardless of what the opponent is, since it's using a sword:
"Please enlighten me!"

Only with a sword, and only with a sword, a middle-aged man would never admit defeat.

(End of this chapter)