A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 82 Song Song Fruit
"Father,"

Machii Rin lowered her head as she opened the wooden door.

"Time is up."

The middle-aged man in samurai attire, who had been kneeling in the dojo, slowly rose, picked up the sheathed longsword in front of him, and tucked it into his waistband.

Regardless of why that 'Gou Chen' sought him out, Machii Isao was prepared to fight.

This is his pride as a swordsman.

"Father, you."

As the middle-aged man walked past, the girl kneeling on the ground instinctively tried to speak up to stop him.

But the words, once on the tip of his tongue, ultimately came out as:
May your military prowess be abundant.

"Um,"

For Machii Isao, there was no fear whatsoever.

He couldn't wait to witness the 'supreme swordsmanship' from a thousand years ago!

That's right. Getting up so early to kneel and meditate in the temple is not because of fear, worry, or hesitation, but simply because of excitement.

"Report! Mr. Machii has come out!"

"Standing in the courtyard waiting,"

The Metropolitan Police Department personnel were naturally also keeping a close watch on the Machii residence from a distance;

In everyone's mind, the Machii Sword Saint would be considered a success as long as he didn't die too horribly, but how he died was something they would have to witness firsthand.

maybe,
Could we also glimpse some of 'Gou Chen's' abilities?
Because of the sword saint's objections, the Metropolitan Police Department did not tamper with the Machii residence.

However, with modern technology, even from hundreds or thousands of meters away, one can still clearly observe every blade of grass and every tree in the Machii Residence.

This left Machii Isao somewhat disappointed.
A supernatural battle took place in the direction of Yokosuka last night, but he couldn't go and watch.
"You're upset."

?

Turning around at the sound, Machii Isao saw a man dressed as a Heian period warrior, wielding a long, golden-spined sword.

"Lord Gouchen."

With a sharp start, Machii Osamu focused all his mental energy, aura, and killing intent on his sword, locking onto the person before him.

"not bad."

The aura emanating from the other party made Gou Chen nod slightly.

Indeed, he is one of the most skilled swordsmen in the world. Let's give him a little more effort and see what he can 'unleash'.

"With spiritual energy depleted, a thousand years later, this world has become extremely reliant on mechanical puppets, and individuals are extremely weak."

Instead of starting a fight right away, the Heian samurai named 'Gouchen' spoke leisurely.

"You are the most qualified person I have ever met."

"Thanks for the compliment,"

Slowly raising the sword in his hand, Machii Isao positioned himself at his ribs, assuming the stance of 'Iaido drawing the sword'.

Win or lose?

He just wants to have fun!
"Hmm, very good fighting spirit."

Gou Chen was not annoyed by Machii Isao's attitude, but rather pleased.

"Let me see just how skilled the younger generation has become in swordsmanship over the past thousand years."

Wait, for a thousand years?

Without giving Machii Isao time to think, 'Gouchen' picked up the 'Life Eater' in his hand and flicked it with his other finger.

clang----

The golden longsword vibrated, and a melodious sound spread outwards.

? !
Next second,
Machii Isao discovered that,

He found himself standing on an ancient battlefield.

The earth was only black and red. Stepping on it immediately left a slippery footprint, the soil soaked with countless drops of blood. Looking up, there were countless corpses of warriors everywhere, some lying in the mud, some tied to wooden frames, and some with their heads impaled on spears, all dying with their eyes wide open.

Spears, broken blades, bows and arrows, shields—all sorts of weapons were scattered on the ground. With each breath, the icy, pungent smell of blood filled the nostrils.

"This is?"

"what happened?"

"Mr. Machii? That's Gouchen?!"

On the other side, there were a dozen or so panicked people scattered around. Judging from their clothes, they were all members of the Metropolitan Police Department.

"This is the world's 'Sword Tomb',"

In the center of this battlefield is a hill made of piled corpses, with samurai dressed in Heian period attire standing atop it.

Gou Chen didn't even bother to glance at those dozen or so unlucky souls.

"Come on, Sword Saint of this era."

With a flick of his golden longsword, Gou Chen...
"Only those who pierce through the echoes of a thousand years of sword-wielding masters and arrive before me are worthy—"

Fight him.

"Roar~~"

Splash,

The moment Gou Chen finished speaking, this battlefield came to life.

The samurai who had fallen in pools of blood, those bound to wooden frames, and those with their heads impaled on spears all stood up and picked up their weapons.

Pointing to Machii Isao!
You can tell from the posture of these warriors.
Machii Isao immediately recognized the starting stances of various sword styles, including Shinto-ryu, Hokushin Itto-ryu, Tennen Rishin-ryu, Shinto Munen-ryu, and Shinkage-ryu.

There are many more unknown schools of thought, but their presence alone is enough to tell them apart:

"Everyone here is a swordsman!"

it is good!
Please advise.

With a clang, the long sword was suddenly drawn, transforming into a streak of light.

Pfft

Before a newly promoted swordsman could react, he was already cut in half at the waist by Machii Isao.

The first one

After killing the swordsman, Machii Isao followed his sword and charged towards the 'Gouchen' on the mountain peak. Although the surrounding corpse warriors did not look like living people, their swordsmanship and movement were no weaker than when they were alive. They all swung their swords and attacked Machii Isao from all directions.

A great battle unfolded right before someone's eyes.

really,

Song Fruit,

It communicates with the human 'subconscious' world.

This so-called 'Sword Tomb' is actually the collection of the subconscious minds of countless sword masters.

The Song-Song Fruit, a Devil Fruit eaten by Uta, the daughter of 'Red-Haired' Shanks, allows the user to draw the consciousness of those who hear and become captivated by the song into their mental world. In this world, the user is an omnipotent being.

Even after singing the 'Forbidden Song', one can summon the 'Demon King of Song' into the real world.

How strong is this 'Song Demon King'?
Its appearance destroyed a country.
It took Shanks a lot of effort to smooth things over.
He was forced to take the blame for his daughter's arrest and become one of the 'Four Emperors'.

In Akizuki Ritsu's view, this "Song Devil" is more like a collection of the "subconscious" of countless people, and the world created by the "Song-Song Fruit" is about controlling others through the dreams of the "subconscious": it is a terrifying and powerful Devil Fruit ability that is easy to lose control of.

"So, facing the 'subconscious' of countless swordsmen, to what extent can you achieve this?"

The 'Gouchen' atop the mountain watched as Machii Isao charged forward.

"what!"

"Help,"

"Not easy to kill—"

As for the Metropolitan Police Department personnel who were implicated because of 'eavesdropping,' they were simply unlucky.

In a battle between strong individuals, would someone dare to 'watch' without some real strength?
He really doesn't know whether he lives or dies.

Left side, a single-slash cut!
On the right, Shinkage-ryu's 'Tengu Shou Ou'!
Facing the swordsmen charging from all directions, Machii Isao was highly focused and extremely calm; his mind was clearer than ever before, illuminating his entire body, making his 'qi' boil, and he could clearly see every move of the swordsmen, knowing exactly which sword technique to use to counterattack.

But there are too many enemies!
With each step forward, several more wounds are added to his body;

As he continued to fight, the man's mind became increasingly clear, his senses became more and more subtle, and he could even clearly feel the flow of qi within his body.

With his imposing aura, killing intent, and fighting spirit, the 'qi' within his body was also mobilized, forming a weak yet indomitable force that coiled around his sword!
"kill!"

A cold shout

Facing the densely packed 'swordsmen', Machii Isao continued to charge forward with his sword.

But this time, the katana wasn't as exquisite as before; instead, it had a sense of 'great skill without artifice'.

null---

With a slash of the blade, a piece of 'swordsman' was easily torn apart.

? !
"it is good,"

The 'Gouchen' atop the mound of corpses finally revealed a smile.

This is the prototype of Armament Haki!

Although it's not exactly 'black and hard,' and even the invisible binding around the weapon is intermittent, it still exudes an aura of dominance.

"You certainly did not disappoint me."

Just as the enemy was about to storm the top of the mountain of corpses, 'Gou Chen' raised the golden spine knife in his hand.

"Take this sword strike, and then—"

Whether one lives or dies depends entirely on one's will.

That's right, it's willpower.

This world is essentially an illusion created by the 'Song-Song Fruit';

Previously, when 'Gouchen' flicked the golden sword, he used that sound to activate his Devil Fruit ability.

In this world, it is a contest of wills: if you believe you are injured, your physical body will respond in real time.

The next moment, 'Gouchen' raised his sword and slashed. Before the long sword even arrived, its terrifying aura landed on Machii Isao, making him almost think that he had been split in two.

This is?

"Overpowering Slash!"

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Pfft

In the Machii mansion, a middle-aged man posed in the 'Iaido Draws Sword' stance, when suddenly countless wounds burst forth all over his body.

Numerous wounds appeared out of nowhere, instantly turning him into a blood-soaked figure.

But the most serious one is the red line that points straight down from the forehead!
"it is good"

The light in his eyes became lively.
Before collapsing, the middle-aged man mustered the strength to utter a word of praise.

"A domineering sword!"

thud,

"You're good,"

The Heian samurai named 'Gouchen' was in a very good mood.

He obtained the rudimentary form of 'domineering aura' from the other party: it is only a rudimentary form now, but one day it will be strengthened into a slash that can split mountains and shatter seas.

"It seems this era won't be too boring."

After saying that, the Heian samurai vanished into thin air, just as he had appeared.

Only the sound of hurried footsteps approaching from afar, and Machii Rin's exclamation:

"Father?!"

(End of this chapter)