A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 7 Dragnet

Chapter 7 Dragnet
Clang, clang, clang, clang!

Inside the ancient dojo, the sounds of swords clashing filled the air, and just by listening to the sounds, one could tell how intense the battle was.

However, the actual situation is:
"An ordinary person dares to call himself a 'Sword Saint'."

Standing motionless, casually waving his wakizashi, the masked demon-armored 'Tsujitsu Tansuke,' who called himself the master of the Mugai-ryu Iaijutsu, spoke with sarcasm—no, he was merely stating the facts.

"Are you trying to make your opponent laugh to death?"

In contrast, the middle-aged man known as the "Heisei Sword Saint" and holding six Guinness World Records, Machii Isao, was covered in sweat and had his eyes wide open.

Impossible! Impossible!

His famous sword slashed out like a storm.
However, the 'Ghost-faced Armor' on the other side simply blocked all his attacks with a casual horizontal slash of its weapon!
The difference between the two is too great!
Is it so great that the opponent wouldn't even bother using 'swordsmanship'?
As the "Heisei Sword Saint", Machii Isao, apart from his proud Iaijutsu, is also quite proficient in other swordsmanship and even spearmanship, if not at the pinnacle.

In real combat, every inch counts. If it were an ancient battlefield, Machii Isao would definitely fight with a four-meter-long spear, just like the historical swordsman Kamiizumi. Even a 'swordsman' like him would have no choice but to flee if he faced five JKs wielding long spears and with some training.

But now, he is being suppressed by the opponent with a shorter, unskilled rib pass?

It's completely like an adult hitting a child!
In fact:
It's not that they 'disdain using techniques',
Rather, it was the 'Shadow Mage' inside the demon-masked armor, and Akizuki Ritsu behind him, who had never practiced Japanese swordsmanship!

Even so, with Akizuki Ritsu's power and speed, he could still easily suppress this 'Heisei Sword Saint'. In the end, he was just a mortal.

Machii Isao was unaware of all this. Faced with an unprecedentedly powerful enemy, he could only use his 105-centimeter katana to slash through arcs, sweeping forward, slicing backward, performing kesa slashes, thrusting with his hands, three-sided cuts, and face cuts. He could be said to have used all the skills he had learned in his life. His attacks were like a tidal wave, and the silver light reflected from the blade flashed wildly in the dojo.

"boring,"

No matter how exquisite the moves are,

It's all in vain if you can't cut through or get past the masked samurai's defenses!

Pfft

With a swift slash of his scythe, blood splattered!

In the dojo where the fierce battle had just taken place, only the 'Heisei Sword Saint,' drenched in sweat, stumbled and retreated.

"If this is all you're capable of—"

The wakizashi in his hand was raised, and a cold voice rang out from beneath the demon mask of the armored samurai.

"Then go to hell."

It had no murderous intent, yet it was chillingly cold.

"call,"

Machii Isao, who had been stabbed in the chest, let out a deep breath.

He sheathed his sword, then placed it under his ribs with his hand behind his back, striking his most classic pose.

"Iaijutsu?"

In response, the masked armored warrior beckoned with the index finger of his sword-wielding hand.

"Come,"

The next second, the middle-aged man named 'Machii Isao' suddenly stepped forward, his entire focus concentrated on this one strike!
Faster, faster!
Clang,

A flash of silver light!
The speed of his strike was compressed to 0.15 seconds, which is a significant improvement over the past.

However, another beam of light arrived, abruptly shattering this unparalleled Iaijutsu!

With a casual swipe, Machii Isao's defeat was declared.

bite,

Half of the broken blade lay on the dojo floor, and the middle-aged man, with long wounds on his chest and blood gushing out, slowly collapsed.

Is this what it truly feels like to be beheaded?
Lying in his own pool of blood, the 'Heisei Sword Saint' grew colder and colder.

Damn it, they can't even stand up, let alone fight back;
But the actual battles yielded many rewards.

Unlike previous sparring or casual skirmishes, this was a real, life-or-death battle.

Moreover, he personally experienced inhuman swordsmanship. For Machii Isao, such an experience was:

It can certainly be used next time.
"good,"

Even on the verge of death, he gripped his sword tightly. This pawn—no, this 'junior'—made the masked armored warrior nod in satisfaction.

"Their strength is too weak, but their mentality is okay."

As the middle-aged man, Machii Isao, began to lose consciousness, the voice of the patriarch seemed to come from the clouds.

"Go and spread my 'Unbound Flow Iaijutsu' far and wide."

? !
brush--

He suddenly sat up from the floor.

Looking down, I saw the samurai uniform covered in congealed blood, and two 'X'-shaped wounds.

"I,"

not dead?
The middle-aged man, Machii Isao, stood up and moved his hands and feet in confusion.

This feeling is like my whole body is filled with power!

Could it be that--

Holding the broken katana, he walked toward the candles beside the dojo.

puff,

With a wave of his hand, the candle instantly broke into three pieces!
"It's not my imagination, I...I—"

I've really gotten stronger!!

Moreover, it's so strong it breaks the limits of human endurance.

Because of Machii Isao, who previously represented the limit of human sword-drawing skills.

My gaze fell to a corner of the dojo: there sat an ancient suit of armor, sitting quietly in the corner, like an ordinary decoration.

thud,

Stepping forward, the island nation's strongest 'Heisei Sword Saint' knelt on both knees, his hands outstretched.

Prostrating oneself on the ground, also known as sitting on the ground.

"Thank you for your guidance, Master!"

Without a doubt, his ability to survive injuries and surpass the limits of human strength is all thanks to this 'Grandmaster'!

Such power, such a miracle: the kneeling middle-aged man trembled all over, even more excited and emotional than if he had been stabbed to death.

Extraordinary and holy!

Just today, just now!
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.

Taitung District

"Uncle, where are we going?"

"Go to a safe place."

A blond 'foreign man' was walking on the sidewalk with a long-haired little girl; he looked like an ordinary foreign tourist or a mixed-race child.

Such people are everywhere in Tokyo, because it is a cosmopolitan metropolis.

The blond man stopped in front of a bar with a sign that read 'Little Song'.

Ring ring,

As he pushed open the door with the 'Closed for the Day' sign, a lazy voice came from behind the bar.

"Sorry, sir, it's not open for business yet."

Following the sound,

It was a drunken figure slumped on the bar, with arms raised and waving casually, and a floral tattoo on the back of his hand.

"Shiko, it's me."

? !
As soon as the blond 'foreigner' who had just closed the door spoke, the figure on the bar suddenly stood up.

This is a middle-aged woman with a high ponytail, wearing a black vest and white shirt. She was originally quite good-looking, but her drunken appearance ruined her overall image.

"Yishi?"

After staring at the man for a few moments, the woman behind the bar raised her hand to stop him.

"Just wait a moment."

As she spoke, the woman turned on the tap behind the bar and splashed water on her face.

Why are you here at this time?

A few seconds later, the woman with a high ponytail, her hair still damp with water droplets, first locked the bar door before inviting the blond 'foreign man' and the long-haired little girl to sit down.

"I heard that the Ishii Group was almost completely wiped out in a firefight with other gangs—"

"As long as you're okay."

Joining the yakuza means that dying in the streets is commonplace.

However, given the tacit understanding between the island nation's government and the yakuza organization;

Normally, the victor would clean up the battlefield and make everything spotless.

"Who were your opponents this time? How did they manage to beat you so badly? The Yamaguchi-gumi?" The woman behind the bar asked suspiciously as she mixed drinks.

The Sumiyoshi-kai is the third largest violent group in the island nation.

The Yamaguchi-gumi is the top-ranking member of the Yakuza.

The conflict between the two organizations has a long history, and besides:
Even a behemoth like the Yamaguchi-gumi split into three factions, fighting each other even more fiercely.

"No, neither."

The blond man raised his hand to refuse the drink; without a doubt, he was Yoshifumi Nitta!

He actually destroyed the Ishikawa Group, a subordinate organization of the Sumiyoshi-kai.
Of course, there's no need to say such things.

"Shiko, I have a favor to ask of you."

The disguised Yoshifumi Nitta took the hands of the woman with the high ponytail, making her blush.

He had unintentionally helped the woman in front of him once, and occasionally came to this bar to relax; they were 'close friends' in a sense. This time:
"I'm sorry, I can only ask you for help."

Yoshifumi Nitta himself is an elite police officer, so he is naturally very familiar with the methods of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.

At this point, his parents, siblings, classmates from the police academy, and anyone he knew back home were probably all under tight police control.

On his body,
It has supernatural powers!
If he were in his shoes, he would have done the same thing.

Nitta Yoshifumi glanced at the bewildered little girl beside him and sighed.

"This child is named 'Hina,' and I would like to ask you to take care of her for a while."

Regardless of what this supernatural power might bring him, Yoshifumi Nitta is prepared to face it.

But Hina is different. Hina is just an ordinary, well, nowadays probably not even an ordinary girl. She shouldn't be involved in the darkness of the adult world.

"I'm sorry to make such a capricious request."

As he spoke, Yoshifumi Nitta, disguised as a blond foreigner, bowed deeply.

"I'm sorry."

If he had other options, he wouldn't want to bother the woman in front of him; but then again, it was precisely because of their relationship that he had the audacity to come to her door.

"Maybe, maybe it won't be long before I come to pick up the chicks."

Speaking of a future he himself wasn't sure about, Yoshifumi Nitta spoke as if he were making his final arrangements.

"If I don't come back, Shiko."

"okay,"

He waved his hand, interrupting Yoshifumi Nitta.
The bar owner, whom he called 'Shiko', had a complicated expression on her face.

Yes, this guy who's drunk in broad daylight is both the bartender and the owner of this bar.

"You man, I agree."

Being too responsible isn't necessarily a good thing.

But isn't that why I like him?
"Thanks,"

As the blond man, Yoshifumi Nitta, breathed a sigh of relief, the little girl beside him became anxious.

"Uncle, you don't want me anymore?!"

"no,"

Raising his hand to comfort the anxious little girl, the former undercover police officer, now a powerful demon, Kamaitachi, soothed her.

"Uncle has some things to take care of and resolve some issues that were left over from before."

"Chihyu is being good here with Aunt Shiko, waiting for me to come back."

"Okay,"

Recalling his previous experiences in the 'Ishii Group',

The little girl 'Hina' also understood that killing so many people would definitely be a big problem even for the Yakuza.

She originally suggested going abroad to escape to the Iberian Peninsula: the island nation has a good relationship with the Iberian Peninsula, and there are many islanders there; moreover, the Iberian Peninsula has many islands, is poorly managed, and is very suitable for criminals from island nations to flee: second only to Brazil.

But for some reason, the man insisted on settling the remaining matters.

"You must come back!"

As she spoke, the little girl extended her right pinky finger.

"Let's pinky swear."

".good."

With the two little fingers, one big and one small, hooked together, came the innocent words of a little girl.

"Pinky promise, pinky promise~~"

"Those who lie will have to swallow a thousand needles and cut off their little fingers."

"This kind of vow really suits you,"

As the two made a pinky promise, the woman with the high ponytail, 'Shiko,' rolled her eyes at Yoshifumi Nitta.

This custom originated from the "yūjo" (prostitutes) of the Edo period. If they made a promise with a customer, they would cut off their little finger and give it to him as a sign of fidelity: it represented that they were already taken. Later, it was often used as punishment by yakuza who made mistakes, and it also served as a tender vow for children.

"Poetry,"

Having made arrangements for his funeral, Yoshifumi Nitta stood up.

"I'm counting on you from now on."

Feel sorry,

This trip will most likely be the last one to return.

But as a police officer, Yoshifumi Nitta's sense of justice wouldn't allow him to remain uninvolved: the strange "noble person" and the "that person" she mentioned both signified that the world was about to undergo a cataclysmic change.

Before that, the government must be notified to prepare!

"you"

Seeing Yoshifumi Nitta getting up to leave, the woman named Shiko hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't.

"I hope you won't regret it."

In the end, that's all I could say.

"I am leaving."

After Yoshifumi Nitta left, the bar immediately fell into a deathly silence.

"Um, Aunt Shiko?"

"Call me sister, I'm not that old."

The woman behind the bar sighed as she watched the little girl sitting obediently at the counter, her eyes darting around.

"I don't know what you've done, and I don't want to know."

She just wanted to be an ordinary bar owner.

It would be even more perfect if I could spend the rest of my life with a man like Yoshifumi.

"Sister Shiko, Hina will be good."

The little girl was born in an orphanage, so she naturally knew how to read people's expressions. Even so, she was almost sold off. In modern society, with the flow of information, even a child knows about things like pedophilia and organ trading.

"Is there anything Hina can do?"

As she spoke, the little girl jumped off the seat.

"I'll clean the bar!"

As she spoke, the little girl picked up a towel from the corner of the bar.

"No,"

The woman behind the bar lowered her head and raised her hand to stop the little girl from starting to work.

"No need. Because—"

"Excuse me,"

The next second, the bar door was pushed open again.

The woman who entered was a beautiful woman with long, flowing hair, wearing a traditional kimono with a huge skull pattern on it.

Behind this beautiful woman was a group of men and women in suits and ties, with scarred faces and sunglasses, exuding an aura of 'yakuza'.

"Sister Shiko, who are these guests?"