I became Hokage in Tokyo

Chapters 385 & 386: Lord, I entrust myself to you.

The white bone chains that had emerged from his palm retracted inch by inch into his body. Then, the short, extraordinary man placed his right hand on his left shoulder. The skin was torn and bleeding, but miraculously, not a single drop of blood flowed.

As a medical ninja, Jeanne's gaze sharpened.

The short, extraordinary man seemed to feel no pain as he pulled out the entire bone from the left arm, the exposed white bone looking particularly shocking.

Moreover, as the jagged, hard bones were pulled out, they continued to stretch and deform, eventually transforming into a giant sword with dozens of interconnected large bone blades.

"Crackling and popping."

The short, extraordinary man twitched his arm slightly, causing the joints of the bone greatsword to twist and emit strange sounds, like the threatening warning sound of a rattlesnake's tail before launching an attack.

"Your extraordinary power is very interesting. It's the ability to manipulate osteoclasts and osteoblasts, isn't it?"

Moreover, when the bone is pulled out of the body, it pierces tendons and skin, and immediately recovers completely, so it must also have the ability to heal itself quickly from external injuries.

Her recovery speed was no less than her own, which greatly interested the braided saintess.

However, the short, extraordinary man remained silent, showing no intention of answering. The snake-tail sword in his hand swayed its head and tail, revealing the sharp, pale white bone blade.

"You definitely have more than 206 bones in your body. Watch me take them apart one by one."

Jeanne rubbed her fist, her knuckles cracking, savoring the feeling of the blow landing, and said:

"Stop dawdling! Get moving, I'm going!"

The Iron Fist Saintess stomped her foot on the Gobi Desert, creating a crater in the ground. Using the recoil, her entire body shot out.

The short but extraordinary man showed no sign of panic. With a flick of his arm, the White Bone Serpent Tail Sword slid through the air in an arc from more than ten meters away, slashing diagonally towards Jeanne.

"Bang!"

The flying sand and stones slashed a deep wound across the Gobi Desert; even a car parked there would be cut in half.

Jeanne's afterimage was split in two, and she herself, with the momentum of taking the lead, clenched her fist and charged towards the small, extraordinary figure.

"Click click click!"

With a flick of his small, extraordinary arm, the front half of the ancient serpent-tailed sword that he had swung out extended continuously, drawing a circle in the air before binding Jeanne tightly.

"Waaah..."

Several sharp bone blades cut deeply into Jeanne's hands, feet, waist, and abdomen, causing her to wince and let out a low cry of pain.

"Damn it, don't underestimate me!"

Jeanne suddenly roared, and the chakra inside her body exploded. A powerful gust of air tore the snake-tail sword wrapped around her body to pieces.

Having broken free from her restraints, Jeanne charged forward with unstoppable momentum.

The knife wounds on his body made a sizzling sound and began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the blink of an eye, he rushed in front of the short, extraordinary man.

With a wave of his hand, the short, extraordinary man erected an indestructible white bone wall that rose from the ground.

Moreover, the jagged bone spurs on the surface are like the long quills of a porcupine, and if they charge around recklessly, they will only become sieves stuck on them.

But Jeanne ignored it all, concentrated all her chakra into her raised fist, and threw a punch!

"boom!"

The bone wall immediately shattered into pieces, and the small, extraordinary man was sent flying backward like a cannonball, crashing into a sand dune, his fate unknown.

"Oh no, I accidentally used more than half my strength. Is this little guy going to die?"

Jeanne couldn't help but stick out her tongue.

Although there is no evidence, Jeanne can guess with a high degree of certainty about who is behind the organization and attack.

However, superhumans who can manipulate bones are extremely rare, and she wanted to capture one alive and bring it back to the organization as a gift for the Lord.

She was jokingly called the "Cow-like Superhuman Woman" by the other five Kage.

Miss Saint knew all too well how strong she was; even with only half her strength, the outcome wouldn't be any better than being hit head-on by a speeding train.

"But, I should be fine..."

Jeanne's eyes flickered, and she spoke without much confidence.

In the fleeting glimpse of her as her petite body was sent flying, it was clear that her body hadn't shattered into pieces. Coupled with her exceptional defensive power, there was a possibility that she had survived.

"puff……"

Sure enough, the short man, with extraordinary tenacity, supported himself and stood up, albeit unsteadily.

Because of the impact of the previous punch, Angelica's tactical helmet was also blown off, revealing a young face with blood on the corner of her mouth.

"Is it a child?"

Jeanne, who was usually very easygoing, suddenly became serious.

"This is really too much!"

Even if she is an extraordinary person, judging from the girl's age, she may not even be in junior high school.

Regardless of the reason, sending such a young girl to a cruel battlefield is a crime.

"Let's stop here for now. Let me treat you."

Jeanne's face shone with the radiance of a saint, and she opened her arms to show that she was safe, walking gracefully toward Angelica.

However, Angelica ignored Jeanne's kindness. She stared blankly at Jeanne with her lifeless eyes, raised one arm, and a piece of white bone emerged from her body.

Should we fight again?

Jeanne frowned.

"There's no need to fight anymore. You're no match for me. Huh?!"

As Jeanne carefully examined Angelica's withered face and cloudy eyes, her heart skipped a beat, and she finally understood where the incongruity lay.

Angelica's appearance and mental state clearly show signs of drug abuse.

Damn it.

Jeanne's face turned cold, and she squeezed out a few words. Her chakra suddenly exploded, and the ground beneath her feet collapsed.

"Da da da!"

A burst of bullets swept across, kicking up a cloud of dust across the desert.

Jeanne managed to dodge in time and regain her footing. Before she knew it, a squad of fully armed special forces soldiers, numbering twenty or thirty, had appeared.

Of course, Jeanne didn't take these armed special forces soldiers seriously.

However, at the front of the crowd stood three small figures wearing protective gear just like Angelica.

"Could it be that they are also...?"

As expected, the three mysterious figures also extended bone spurs from their bodies, which instantly transformed into white bone armor, completely covering their entire bodies.

Jeanne's gentle and cheerful demeanor, like a wheat field under the sun, gradually disappeared, replaced by dark clouds and a raging fury brewing in her eyes.

"Miss Jeanne, please forgive our offense, but we are very sincere in our desire to cooperate with you."

The lead officer in the special forces pressed the communicator in his ear, relaying the command from the center, and shouted:

"We will absolutely guarantee Miss Jeanne's safety. We will grant you any request you may have. Please do not resist..."

"Shut up!"

Jeanne coldly interrupted him, her gaze sweeping over Angelica and the three newly arrived test subjects, and said:

"What did you do to these four children?"

"I have no comment."

The officer paused for a moment before continuing, his tone firm and laced with a hint of threat.

"Miss Jeanne, you have nowhere to run. Bullets don't discriminate, so please come with us obediently, and we will absolutely not harm you."

"Listen up, you scum who hide like rats, even exploiting children!"

Jeanne now completely lacks the elegance and purity of the Virgin Mary and Joan of Arc, as celebrated by the world; instead, she is as brash as a country girl.

"I will definitely catch you! No matter where you hide, no matter how you resist, no matter what tricks you try, my fists will smash your heads to pieces like watermelons!!!"

Negotiations failed.

The commander on site was stunned for a while before waving his hand.

The three artificial experimental subjects at the scene either extended mantis-like bone blades from their arms or drew out steel-like arm bones, transforming them into sharp bone spears.

Together with Angelica, they launched a fierce and coordinated attack on Jeanne.

Meanwhile, the special forces on the perimeter also closed in, raising their guns and launching precise shots from a safe medium to long distance to provide fire support.

Meanwhile, at a military base in Africa, a group of people are closely monitoring the battle situation on the outskirts of Denard.

These people are either the chief scientists of the superhero project or high-ranking officials and generals from relevant US departments. How could they possibly rush to the front lines like ordinary soldiers and experimental subjects, shouting and fighting? Of course, they need to strategize and coordinate the overall situation from the safe rear.

More than one near-Earth satellite has been deployed, along with lookouts and drones stationed in the surrounding area, which is enough for them to get a clear picture of the situation on the ground.

"The goal of the Orleans Girl Project is to capture Jeanne and get the lower ranks to fire. Aren't you worried about any unexpected incidents?"

Grace hesitated for a moment before asking the question.

"Our Saintess Jeanne has extraordinary vitality. Judging from previous records, let alone being hit by a bullet, I suspect she could survive even being cut in half at the waist, like a slug," the project manager said with a shrug, half-jokingly.

Grace nodded, then turned and stared intently at the battle on the screen.

The special forces disregarded the bone armor test subjects engaged in close combat with Jeanne, and bullets rained down on their skeletal armor, sparks flying, but they could not break through their defenses.

Jeanne, however, was somewhat hesitant when faced with bullets, and sometimes had to dodge, giving up opportunities to attack.

"This is the combined operation of superhumans and special forces!" the project manager said proudly.

Extensive combat experience and testing data have shown that even without heavy weapons, ordinary firearms and ammunition can still be extremely lethal to superhumans.

While extraordinary individuals possess various unpredictable magical abilities, if given the opportunity to strike first, even a well-organized army could be routed.

But even the Twelve Divine Generals are only mortal beings; if they were to be hit head-on by a bullet, they could die.

While extraordinary beings at the Quasi-Shadow or Shadow level might be able to withstand bullets with their bare hands, ordinary extraordinary beings would need to use magic to defend against or dodge them.

Although times have changed, steel is still just as hard, gunpowder can still explode, and firearms are still just as deadly.

In terms of physical destructive power alone, modern technology is in no way inferior to, and may even surpass, that of a Kage-level powerhouse.

Japan's Supernatural Police Department's Twelve Gods also have similar training programs for cooperating with modern military forces.

Judging from the live broadcast on the screen, the coordinated operation of the four test subjects and the carefully selected special forces has suppressed Saint Jeanne.

"What a pity. This time, we used three times the original dosage of the drug. After this battle, even Angelica will be ruined." The project manager looked at the screen with a regretful expression on his face.

"What, are you reluctant to part with it?"

"After all, it took me three years to cultivate, and it's my masterpiece, so I have some feelings for it."

Although he said that, the project manager's eyes were filled with a cruel and cold look.

"This is a sacrifice for science, a necessary sacrifice! And once we capture Jeanne, we can produce more and stronger artificial superhumans. Angelica's mission as a prototype has still been accomplished."

Upon hearing this, Grace almost vomited.

As a member of the relevant U.S. authorities, she was well aware of how cruel the experiments on artificial superhumans were, with the lingering smell of blood.

Next, this group of mad scientists will create even more deadly weapons...

Although it was not in the United States' interest, Grace secretly hoped that the operation would fail.

"What... is this?!"

"Is the sky getting dark?"

Everyone in the command center stared wide-eyed and gasped in surprise.

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"This is a bit tricky."

Jeanne hid behind a large rock, where bullets occasionally flew by, slicing off pieces of rock.

She reached down and touched her lower abdomen, removing several bullets.

After the bullet was removed, the wound slowly healed.

After reaching LV4 in Medical Ninjutsu, Jeanne was granted a powerful self-healing ability. What would be a fatal injury to an ordinary person would not even be considered a superficial wound to her.

However, this does not mean that Jeanne can take bullets indefinitely in her face. Not only will she suffer pain and become slow to react, but healing her wounds will also consume her chakra.

"I am neither the strongest nor the weakest of the Five Kage."

Jeanne frowned and murmured:

"But my attack methods are too unpredictable, straightforward, and rely on brute force to defeat the enemy."

If it were Shiranui Hagoromo, Liliana, or others here, manipulating the special forces into killing each other through those bizarre techniques would be a piece of cake.

Although she was getting quite flustered by the entanglement, Miss Na was confident that escaping the encirclement wouldn't be difficult, but those four poor experimental subjects...

"But that's not my style."

Then we have no choice but to resort to this tactic.

"Lord, I entrust myself to you..."

Saint Jeanne placed her hands on her chest and prayed devoutly.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

Just then, a massive sandstorm swept in, turning the sky into an endless gray-yellow hue.

Sandstorm!

(End of this chapter)