I became Hokage in Tokyo

Chapter 312 Chapter 313 The Age of Gods and the Inner and Outer Worlds

"What's the situation inside now?"

In the corridor outside the private room, the Superintendent of Police called over a waiter carrying a bottle of wine and asked him a question.

"That sir drank enough wine for twenty people, ate enough food for twenty people, and simultaneously had sex with twenty female escorts!"

The club's staff have naturally been replaced by Metropolitan Police Department personnel.

If the Metropolitan Police Department hadn't been short of young and beautiful female civil servants, they might have even had to replace the hostesses who provided escort services.

"This wine tastes really good! Hahaha, bring it here!"

"Let this immortal read your palm. Little girl, your hands are so white, so white and big, hehehehehe."

The unrestrained laughter could be faintly heard even outside the private room, and the superintendent of police and the group of bigwigs behind him had different expressions.

The Superintendent General of Police couldn't help but twitch his lips a few times, his expression somewhat subtle.

Although it was already known from Yuki Mineko's report that the Toad Master Jiraiya was a lecherous man.

However, such a face, embracing wine, women, wealth, and all the vices, is still quite surprising, and is completely different from the legendary image of a pure and detached immortal or Buddha.

"Hasn't he had enough?"

The Superintendent General of Police frowned and sighed.

"It's just some wine, meat, and women. If we can keep Jiraiya in line, what does it matter if we spend ten or a hundred times more?" the Tokyo governor said dismissively.

Other powerful figures also deeply agreed.

"That's right! Director, these female PR representatives are also serving the overall goal!"

"Being able to serve immortals is their blessing!"

For the Japanese government, a vulgar person like Jiraiya, who enjoys drinking and womanizing, is certainly easier to win over and buy off than an upright, incorruptible, and desireless superhuman.

Even if one desires a life of debauchery and extravagance, it would be nothing more than a drop in the ocean compared to the productivity of modern society.

If Jiraiya could improve his favorability towards them simply by relying on a few women, then that would be an incredible windfall.

When it comes to pimping, the Japanese government is a professional.

After showing signs of defeat in the war, he clamored for 100 million people to die for the enemy, and even called on female citizens to actively seduce American beast soldiers and then launch sneak attacks on vital points to perish together.

After the US troops landed on the island, politicians, in order to prevent the soldiers from harming their wives and daughters, took the initiative to organize a women's assault team to turn the soldiers into cowards.

Even in the 21st century, politicians still don't treat the wives and daughters of ordinary citizens as human beings.

Looking at the ugly faces of these well-dressed big shots, Uchiha Senmon remained expressionless, a cold glint flashing deep in his eyes.

But he didn't say a word.

"Of course I'm not stingy with these trivial things, but I'm worried it might delay our business. After all, we're the ones asking for a favor now, and it would be incredibly rude of us to spoil the Toad Immortal's fun."

The Superintendent General of Police and a group of high-ranking officials arrived together, naturally wanting to take advantage of Jiraiya's presence to inquire about the causes of the anomalies that have occurred since the 19th year of the Heisei era and in the recent period.

The dark clouds hanging over Japan during this period were so heavy that even those in the know felt suffocated.

In particular, the series of chain reactions triggered by the Akatsuki organization and Crimson Moon made the situation increasingly chaotic, plunging the whole of Japan into turmoil.

However, the Japanese government knows almost nothing about the origins and history of the supernatural, why demons and monsters have reappeared in the world, what the enemy Akatsuki organization is after, and other crucial details.

Only by obtaining more useful intelligence can we find the right solution and escape the predicament of being passively attacked.

This concerns the lives and fortunes of everyone in Japan; it's no joke!

In addition to those present at the scene, the cabinet, the royal family, and the United States are also closely monitoring the situation.

Just then, the door to the private room opened, and a large group of glamorous women filed out.

"Gentlemen, the guest invites you in."

The last woman to emerge, a beautiful woman with long, straight black hair dressed in an evening gown, addressed the crowd respectfully.

The black-haired beauty's face showed a hint of surprise that she couldn't quite hide.

As a hostess at a top club in Ginza, it's not enough to just be fair-skinned and beautiful; one must also have a wide range of knowledge in order to strike up a conversation with upper-class guests.

She recognized them immediately; the crowd waiting outside included the Minister of Defense, the Governor of Tokyo, the Superintendent General of Police, and other familiar faces she often saw on television.

What is the identity of that lecherous middle-aged man dressed like a Kabuki actor?

It's amazing that so many important people were waiting for him outside.

"Has Jiraiya-sama finally agreed to see us? Let's go in right away."

The Minister of Defense was immediately flattered.

The others were also eager to go in and pay their respects.

"etc!"

The Superintendent General and Senmon Uchiha exchanged a glance, and the Superintendent General said in a deep voice:

"If so many of us men go in together, it might displease the Toad Sage. And... what if something unexpected happens..."

Uchiha Senmon's eyes flashed, and he immediately realized that the Superintendent General of Police was still wary of Jiraiya.

You can know a person's face but not their heart. Although Jiraiya had always shown friendliness towards ordinary people and resolved several crises in Japan, the Superintendent General of Police still did not trust him.

Is it a professional instinct to assume the worst about others?

The other politicians, being shrewd and experienced, immediately grasped the Superintendent of Police's implication and, snapping out of their momentary reverie, couldn't help but hesitate.

After a brief discussion, eight people were selected to enter the private room, while the others waited outside.

Uchiha Senmon and Professor Nagayama were also among them.

After checking that the miniature recorder and instant messaging device on his person were working properly, the Superintendent of Police bowed slightly, exuding a humble air, and led the way inside.

"Lord Jiraiya!"

Jiraiya, reeking of alcohol, lay sprawled on the sofa, a wine glass in his hand, a trace of red lipstick on his cheek.

"Lord Jiraiya, are you satisfied with our hospitality?"

The Governor of Tokyo rubbed his hands together and said with a fawning expression.

"Well, the wine is good, and the woman is a good woman. It was a very pleasant experience as a field trip."

Jiraiya, his eyes glazed over with drunkenness, hiccuped but seemed fairly satisfied.

"This club is too low-class. I know of better private clubs. I wonder if Jiraiya-sama would be willing to do me the honor."

"There's so much more fun to be had in Tokyo now than in the Edo period. You could travel around 365 days a year and never see the same thing twice!"

"Hahahaha!" Jiraiya laughed heartily, touching his hair. "How could I possibly accept this? It's too much of a waste!"

"Lord Jiraiya, as a great hero who saved Japan, what's a little food and drink to you?"

"That's right, if it weren't for your heroic act at Mount Fuji, the consequences would have been unimaginable. Please let us repay you!"

The governors of Tokyo are all sycophantic and obsequious.

The level of flattery made even the Uchiha Senmon's eyelids twitch, and he felt somewhat embarrassed.

These individuals are considered prominent figures in Tokyo, but upon meeting, they adopted an extremely humble attitude, demonstrating their ability to bend and stretch.

Worldly power and wealth are insignificant in the face of a transcendent being like Jiraiya, a sage-level being who has transcended the world.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the private room was quite harmonious.

"Lord Jiraiya, your wine cup is empty. Let me pour you some more."

The Governor of Tokyo picked up a bottle of Junmai Daiginjo sake and said in a humble manner.

Jiraiya extended his hand in refusal:

"Forget it, even the finest wine is hard to swallow if a man pours it for me."

Despite being met with a cold shoulder, the Governor of Tokyo was not annoyed; instead, he became even more respectful and said:

"Shall I go and call a few young and pretty girls to keep you company?"

"This immortal is asking those pretty young girls to leave, even though what we're about to discuss is just too boring. But at this point, I have no choice but to be frank with the human government."

Jiraiya opened his drunken eyes, his drunkenness and frivolous demeanor vanishing, replaced by the dignified and solemn expression befitting his status as a sage.

Now it's time for the main event.

Everyone felt a jolt in their hearts and straightened their backs.

Then, without prior arrangement, they all bowed at a 45-degree angle.

"Hi! Lord Jiraiya, we represent the 120 million citizens of Japan, and we ask for your guidance!"

"Hmph, there's no need for such polite words."

Jiraiya picked up another bottle of Junmai Daiginjo sake, poured himself a glass, and drank it all in one gulp.

"I know you have many questions, but shut your mouths before I allow you to ask them."

Upon hearing Jiraiya's words, the others became even more respectful and courteous, barely daring to breathe.

Jiraiya picked up the bottle with some distress and shook it for a while.

"It would be too troublesome to explain from the beginning. Perhaps it would be easier for you to understand if I showed you the explanation."

Jiraiya picked up the bottle of Junmai Daiginjo sake, which he had only drunk a little from, and then smashed the sake, which cost over 100,000 yen after tax, on the ground with great fanfare.

"Bang!"

The clear liquor flowed merrily across the marble floor.

Although the Superintendent General of Police, the Governor of Tokyo, and others looked surprised, they remained obediently still.

The spilled wine spread across the ground, creating ripples like mirrors, reflecting a series of bizarre and fantastical scenes, much like a mirage.

"This is Mount Myōboku, where this immortal cultivated."

Everyone felt completely immersed, as if they were in a bonsai garden, surrounded by unnaturally large herbaceous plants and stone toad statues of varying sizes and shades of bluish-black.

Uchiha Senmon remained unfazed; the scene was indeed very similar to the landscape of Mount Myōboku described by Mineko Yūki.

"This is the hell where Yama, the King of Hell, resides."

Jiraiya pointed his finger downwards, and the scene immediately went dark.

A chilling wind howled, a ghostly aura filled the air, and the black sun hung high in the sky, as if it had never changed since time immemorial.

On the tranquil banks of the Sanzu River, an endless sea of ​​red spider lilies blooms like fire. Countless pale ghosts with blank expressions walk aimlessly along the road to the underworld, which resembles a carpet of blood.

Everyone felt a chill run down their spine and their mouths went dry.

Does the afterlife really exist?

Just like watching a horror movie, some people can't suppress their fear and curiosity and want to take a few more peeks, but in Jiraiya's magic, the hellish scene is fleeting.

The scene shifts to a vast and boundless world, with winding mountain ranges and ancient, wild forests. The camera zooms in continuously, revealing a magnificent array of pavilions and towers undulating above the suspended peaks.

Enveloped in mist and clouds, it appears ancient and mysterious, like a celestial palace in the clouds.

Uchiha Senmon tried his best to identify it, and although he could see some East Asian architectural features, the style was completely different from anything he had ever seen on Earth.

here it is?!

"Whether it's Mount Myōboku, Hell, or the world you see now, they are all separate from the real world and are collectively referred to as the Inner World by those with extraordinary abilities, that is, the inner side of the world. Of course, some old-timers still retain the primitive term 'Heavenly Realm'."

Jiraiya's voice, tinged with a sense of vicissitude and repression, echoed in everyone's ears.

"The inner world and the real world were originally one entity. In the ancient times when the mystery had not yet faded, the two worlds were almost completely unobstructed."

Jiraiya's words were like a bombshell, exploding in everyone's ears and leaving them speechless.

"The gods strode across the earth, and extraordinary humans such as wizards and yin-yang masters, as well as non-human beings like demons, all lived together among mortals. That era was the 'Age of Gods'!"

An era in which humans and gods lived together, and the gods strode across the earth!

Uchiha Senmon's eyes flashed, and he nodded slightly.

Although I've never heard of the concept of the Age of Gods before, it's not hard to understand.

In the mythology of any country, gods frequently appear in the world, perform miracles, and interfere in human affairs, which is why they are worshipped by mortals.

However, in the 21st century, let alone gods, there is absolutely no trace of extraordinary beings outside of Japan, the far eastern island nation.

Where have all the gods and Buddhas gone?

Does that mean everything has vanished into thin air?

"However, the Age of Gods is not eternal. With the end of the Age of Gods and the continued decline of mystery and spiritual energy, the real world is no longer suitable for the survival of extraordinary beings. Just like returning to the sea after the tide recedes, extraordinary beings can only retreat into the inner world, and even gods and Buddhas are no exception," Jiraiya said unhurriedly.

"Extraordinary beings that remain in the real world are either sealed away or barely cling to life until they have only their last breath left."

Uchiha Senmon's pupils contracted, and he couldn't help but think of Princess Kaguya, who was sealed in Mount Fuji.

There was also the earlier Onimusha incident, where the ghost of Minamoto no Yorimitsu, awakened by Sasori of the Red Sand, was so weak that he was about to be completely destroyed.

Was the demise of the Age of Gods a natural phenomenon?

Uchiha Senmon, struck by a sudden inspiration, blurted out the words without thinking.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have spoken."

"You're quick-witted, but don't let this happen again."

Jiraiya glanced at Senmon Uchiha. Perhaps because of their past camaraderie in battle, he wasn't angry, which gave the impression of treating him differently.

"At the height of the Age of Gods, the seeds of destruction fell from the sky, took root and sprouted, and ultimately led to the demise of the Age of Gods."

(End of this chapter)