Tokyo Gods Only Want Beautiful Priestesses

“My lord, trouble is brewing.”

Su Niai stood up, untied a few thin ropes, and walked towards the shrine. You also have to join the retreat. It was too much to leave you out for those few days except for the first day when we were sneaking food.

Things that happen outside of dreams need to be recalled again, albeit reluctantly.

Unfortunately, that guy didn't even have a tiny bit left.

The fragments, the divine palace, offer even less detailed information about where it came from, why it crashed to Earth, whether it was a group or a single entity, and much less that I have known since.

There's no sign of life.

The cruise ship gradually moved away from the island. Before you left, the deep-sea whirlpool swallowed the island, and its shadow could no longer be found beneath the vast, narrow sea.

How to put it? Joy! Joy is missing Shu! I didn't rest for a moment during those days, fighting from dawn to dusk, and from midnight to dawn, shedding countless drops of blood.

Jingu crushed the ball of light in his hand, regretting that he had no intention of reviving it. He could understand humans; this was just a pure monster. Did Jingu have such a heavy taste that he would even want to try monsters?

Seriously! No wonder I always felt something was off about the little god during the unity phase. So even at times like this, he was doing *that* kind of thing?

Kayamain Haru and Konoe Ringo ran to the side and made loud phone calls. There were hardly any messages from the shrine, mostly from the emperor's travel diary, where he persistently shared his experiences and feelings along the way with her every day. It's truly amazing how many men are so devoted to each other.

Those few days were filled with various uninteresting moments, such as Kaguya under the slide, Narukami on the water (which goes without saying), Iizuna Maru in front of the reef, Chiyo under the surfboard, and Shiseido outside the sandpit. These were all very uninteresting scenes, and it was especially important to take a group photo of the family beforehand to preserve the memories.

Those past issues are irrelevant now. With the shattering of the sphere of light, the world outside is about to fall into chaos. The four hundred nuns, whose useful information was spat out, are no longer able to maintain the existence of that world.

Instead of seeing a touching scene, Su Ni'ai suddenly remembered that she had fallen asleep right under the table.

The dream dissipated, and the shrine departed from the Great Shaman's body. The feeling of fullness returned to the unfamiliarity of daily life, leaving Su Ni'ai feeling somewhat lost.

No words were spoken ill of him. One person making a fool of himself is one thing, but no one making a fool of themselves is another. This is not the fundamental issue. Even if most people don't mind, they should remain silent under pressure from their own families.

But wait a little longer before you feel less sad, and everything will begin anew, just like a very deep dream.

Before reaching land, they finally returned to society after a few days of living in the wilderness. There was no signal, and all they could hear was the phone notification sound.

"After understanding the world from your spirit and judging that humans pose no threat or value, it abandoned the idea of ​​mimicking humans and spat out the half-digested you. In a sense, you are also a part of it, just the part that it considers useless."

But there's nothing you can do. The only witness, the Great Shaman, woke up from his dream and didn't remember the details of what happened outside the dream. You can only corroborate that the sea monster is indeed not the problem.

Perhaps if that guy had eaten someone without ordinary talent back then, it would have been the same?

But the mere existence of that creature's life form wasn't enough to bore the shrine; it shared the same way of thinking and existence as humans.

Jingu fiddled with the camera in his hand. "I didn't tell you about the Starfish today, but some of those people are young and they all think Jingu is just talking nonsense."

Aside from the very bottom layer, the contents inside were all constructed by the four hundred nuns themselves to satisfy their illusions as human beings.

On the seventh day, on the cruise ship returning home, everyone tacitly agreed that what happened last night was real, that it had indeed happened, except that a few people were not implicated and had not been aware of what had happened at all, such as Fei Niao.

Although there are many fun and interesting ways to play, the day-night cycle is taking too long, and these scenarios are easy to get killed in, so let's end it quickly.

Chapter 163 Marches and Turmoil

We want the truth! Not lies!

"What are you officials doing! Why are you covering up such an incident?"

"Is this really our country, or the country of the nobles and courtiers?"

At Shibuya Crossing, one of Tokyo's busiest intersections, thousands of people gathered, holding up signs and setting up a stage to protest.

The speaker, his face filled with righteous indignation, stepped onto the stage and casually assembled a speaker that emitted a deafening sound wave.

"Gentlemen! Please quiet down and listen to what I have to say!"

"As we all know, in the past two weeks, while we have been dedicating our youth and passion to this country, inhumane acts have been taking place in the darker parts of the country."

The man gestured to the people behind him to pull up a huge display board covered with photos of many people. If you looked closely, you could also see photos of the group of uncles who were supposed to slay the demon that day.

“Look at them. Among them are young men and the breadwinners of their families. They are just like you and me, ordinary members of this country.”

"But now, they have met with an unclear death, a regrettable and sad ending."

"Compared to traditional media, online media is now more important. Offline, the heat of the matter can be suppressed. After all, modern people prefer to hear good things rather than bad things. Society should be good, officials should be good, and the government should be good. That's what we think. The problem isn't with ourselves, but with the world."

"We live in the age of public media now. Modern people are not less intelligent than older children. Have we considered that when something is being discussed and discussed, many people's minds are not yet filled with what we are saying, and they are being swept along? The media is the dictator of modern society."

“You’ve already done those things. The key issue is the protests.”

You've been sitting around doing nothing for a while now, and it's all just as we wished, so what? Most of the legislators who get to that level are related to the government, through connections, or mentorship.

"Dissolve Parliament! Hold new elections! Reclaim the rights of this nation!"

Hanayama Haru threw the documents under the table and turned off the live broadcast on the TV. We had all seen what had just happened.

"What should we do?"

"So they push out some scapegoats, and when they clean up the mess later, there won't be any people left to kill, right? They push us out and say we're the murderers to appease the resentment of the victims' families, and then they'll find someone to kill the rest who's deliberately causing trouble."

The crowd was incredibly excited, as if they had been injected with adrenaline, and they shouted like a tidal wave. Amidst the surging crowd, a hooded figure quietly disappeared.

The crowd on stage instantly became agitated, whispering various slogans, prompting the speaker to raise his hand to quiet them down.

“Those guys came unprepared from outside, clearly instructed by someone, and they dragged some of the deceased’s relatives into the procession. The march has continued since before they left, and it’s even getting more and more intense. If they keep going up there pretending to be dead, they’ll get there anyway.”

"Moreover, what we said is true."

"

Ying Tang Yuebei sat cross-legged. Even though she had become a man, she still had some of her habits unchanged. She had a cigarette dangling from her mouth as she flipped through documents.

"Gentlemen! Gentlemen! If you were speaking out for yourselves now, perhaps last time, if you had died knowing the truth, it could have been either of you, or perhaps both of you together."

"And what about the real culprits who caused their deaths? What about the legal judgment? What about your congressmen? You pay hundreds of millions in taxes every year! You support tens of thousands of officials! And what is the result? The result is that we only listen to and do nothing about that matter! We bury everything! Just like those people like you, who died by accident!"

"What else can we do? The same old way? Send water and food, leave it as is, and carefully send out a few people to bow and apologize. After a few days, we'll disperse on our own."

Even Hikaru, who seems like a special male junior high school student, is just as cruel and compassionate when talking about those things.

"Where are your media outlets? TV Tokyo, TV Yingzhou, and so many newspapers—where have they all gone?"

Ringo Konoe slammed her hand on the table and stood up, while Masako Takatsukasa's words made the situation seem less serious.

Masako Takatsukasa shook her head.

"Do you think I'm wrong? Is that country really like that? Even if I'm accurate in talking about the bounty hunter incident later on, those things were bound to happen, and they're still unfolding now."

So what if Congress is dissolved? It's not a big deal.

"A man-made intention!"

"That's just as we wished. Dissolve Congress and hold new elections. Anyway, a small number of members are still your people, so it's the same even if we hold new elections."

"They've used every trick in the book they could think of, but there's a way. Our opponents are coming on strong. They have people in every local media outlet, big or small, including daily newspapers. And more importantly, we're outnumbered."

This man was probably a professional; all his knowledge was used to deliver a passionate speech at such a moment, making the other marchers feel proud and sad, and some female marchers even burst into tears when they saw the familiar figure displayed.

Whether the shrine is slow or fast, I blew on the cold tea I was holding and felt there was something wrong with what that person said; that wasn't the essence of that country.

"We've tried that method too. Your opponents are stupid. I've shifted the focus from the truth of that matter to the country's cover-up and aristocratic politics, aiming directly at you. The slogans I've raised are all about dissolving parliament and holding new elections."

Our family is very experienced in dealing with those kinds of things. There won't be any problems if there are more of those people in Tokyo, but if those people are away from their jobs for too long, they will lose their foundation in society. We can't afford to waste that time.

"You all know who's manipulating that country, squandering your tax money for their own benefit. It's a powerful family; their parents must be officials, so you'd definitely be a politician in your lifetime. We disregard the lives of our citizens for our own interests. Can you imagine which noble's favored son did such a thing, leaving your country silent in the face of such a tragedy?"

He tapped on the table, sounding as tense as if he were talking about his own affairs.

We have now rushed back to Tokyo and are holding a secret meeting. Several heads of the Japanese government are present, along with the shrine staff who are listening in. The decisions they make will represent everything.

Everyone seemed to have taken my traitorous remarks to heart, but Hisamitsu, completely unconcerned, said:

I paused for a moment, then continued in a highly sarcastic and mocking tone.

Just saying, just saying, don't take it seriously, please let it go.

Chapter 164 Goodbye

"That's hard to say. We were too caught up in the killing earlier, so it's hard to say how many people are truly on our side."

Using violence to stop violence is a brutal approach that can only bring about superficial peace. Once external forces intervene, it will only provoke greater resistance.

While it was indeed satisfying for the shrine to wipe out those old guys, the resulting hidden dangers and troubles were considerable. Such a tyrannical style of doing things inevitably failed to win over the masses.

With some of the usual methods blocked, things seemed to be getting more difficult. The scene fell silent for a moment, with only the shrine still leisurely sipping its tea.

After finishing a cup of hot tea, Jingu put down the teacup before speaking.

"What are you worried about? Just let them do what they want. I think you seem to be thinking in the wrong direction."

"?"

Faced with the girls' questions, Jingu calmly replied:

“You always treat these kinds of setbacks as real wins and losses, but think about it carefully: even if your family really suffers setbacks and is forced to withdraw from the center of power, is it really a bad thing?”

The shrine's words puzzled them, but after a moment of thought, some of them understood what the shrine meant.

"I should mention this to you, Mr. Jingu. Recently, a demon hunter has appeared outside Tokyo, hunting different kinds of monsters, including Onmyoji and shrine maidens. Your people are also hunting you in seven places. If you happen to encounter him, please be careful."

"Which side is he on? An instigator? Or someone caught up in it?"

"Yes...yes or no..."

Just as Jingu felt that our actions were meaningless, a figure passing by me suddenly turned around sharply.

Knowing whether he remembered or not, Jingu nodded and left.

"What's his name? He should know who you are, right?"

Your actions naturally did not escape the notice of Jingu, but Jingu glanced at the other person, who was wearing a hood and whose profile did not resemble the one he had seen before, and who was carrying a guitar bag on his back.

She forcefully turned the man's face towards her, brushed her pinkish-white hair in front of his head, and casually examined him.

With nothing else to do, Jingu decided to go check out the parade in Shibuya. He always had bad luck, but how could he possibly run into some key figure?

He spoke haltingly, knowing why. A blush rose on Duo Nan's face; perhaps he had never been so close to a woman before.

"...Ogasawara...Ogasawara Yoriko, your name...you know him...?"

It's Taihang. If we do things the way we do, without anyone pushing us from the front lines, it will all be a failure. It's about upholding the emperor and punishing the traitors. How can it not change anything just by talking?