I became Hokage in Tokyo

Chapters 446 and 447: The Creation Divine Sword, the Heavenly Swamp Spear!

"Welcome to the romantic and passionate Mexico, Professor Nagayama."

A clear blue sky, an endless sea, crystal-clear water, and thatched-roof houses with a Caribbean flair scattered along the coastline.

Looking at the U.S. Navy captain in front of him, who was smoking a Cuban cigar and had a fierce face, Professor Nagayama's eyelids twitched uncontrollably, but he dared not speak out against his anger.

Professor Nagayama had been in a rather pleasant mood lately.

The appearance of the Yamata no Orochi and Hiruko in mythology is a great calamity for Japan, but for a folklorist like him, it is a godsend, giving him more influence in the upper echelons of the government.

The Supernatural Police Department was upgraded to the Supernatural Agency, and Professor Nagayama, as an advisor, also rose in status.

Good things come in pairs. A US foundation that has been funding Professor Changshan's research invited him to give a lecture in Manhattan, with a very generous appearance fee.

Because the miracles that occurred during the extraordinary era were mostly performed by immortals and Buddhas, a trend of studying East Asian and Japanese mythology swept the world. Professor Nagayama went abroad to lecture as a visiting scholar many times, earning a fortune.

Blinded by the huge appearance fee, Professor Changshan boarded the special plane arranged by the foundation without a second thought. However, upon landing, he was stunned to find that instead of a bustling international metropolis, he had arrived at a Mexican-style seaside town.

Is this kidnapping?

Looking at the fully armed U.S. Marines around him, Professor Nagayama couldn't help but shudder.

But this is way too exaggerated.

"Professor Nagayama, please forgive us for bringing you here in such a roundabout way. But this is to ensure that the news doesn't leak out, so please understand." The naval captain said politely in fluent Japanese.

"No, no."

"When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head," Professor Nagayama forced a fawning smile and said humbly.

"Let's go, Professor Nagayama, don't keep the other experts waiting."

The naval captain waved his hand, summoning a military jeep. Professor Nagayama, seeing this, had no choice but to bite the bullet and get in.

Before long, they arrived at a harbor.

A warship was anchored there, its Stars and Stripes fluttering in the sea breeze.

"call."

Once aboard the warship, Professor Nagayama felt a sense of relief and let out a sigh of relief.

Such a grand setup at least proves that the foundation that orchestrated his move to Mexico is not a scam, but rather has official US backing, which perhaps guarantees his safety.

Warships cut through the sea under the bright sun, seagulls cried out, and the waves shimmered.

The sea scenery is absolutely stunning. If you replaced these burly Marines with hot bikini-clad beauties, it would definitely be a delightful sea voyage.

"General, where are we?"

Because the naval captain's attitude had been relatively friendly throughout the journey, Professor Nagayama mustered up his courage and tentatively asked.

"Since we're already on the warship, there's no harm in telling the professor. This is Loreto on the west coast of Mexico."

Loreto, a town located on the eastern coast of the Pacific Ocean, boasts abundant marine resources and excellent water quality, making it one of the most popular diving destinations in the Western Hemisphere.

"So where are we going?"

"Professor Nagayama, please be patient, we'll be there soon."

On the vast sea, thick sea fog rose in wisps, as tall as skyscrapers, enveloping the horizon of Professor Changshan's vision.

"Pass down the order: drive carefully and avoid any mishaps."

The warship turned on its huge, powerful lights at the bow, slowed down, and slowly sailed into the sea fog.

Outside, the weather was fine and the sun was shining brightly, but the sunlight couldn't penetrate the fog at all. Although it wasn't pitch black, the white fog made people feel extremely uneasy.

The sea fog clearly distinguishes the inside from the outside, making them seem like two completely different worlds.

"What... what exactly is going on?" Professor Nagayama asked anxiously.

"The sea fog in the Loreto area covers an area of ​​hundreds of square nautical miles, and even satellite images cannot capture what is happening inside."

The naval captain began to speak, and Professor Nagayama pricked up his ears, listening intently.

This rhythm seems to be an unusual, supernatural event?

"This unusual sea fog appeared on August 31st and has continued until now, but our military has kept the news under wraps."

Professor Changshan frowned.

If you calculate it that way, it's been almost half a month, and it happened in the middle of the Tengen game in Japan.

"Could it be a secret realm?" Professor Changshan's eyes lit up.

"No, not the kind that appeared in Japan."

The naval captain waved his hand and said:

"Although the sudden thick fog covered a large area of ​​the sea, there was free movement and no electromagnetic or radio waves were blocked. Some yachts and fishing boats that had strayed into the fog got trapped and then somehow managed to get out."

Professor Changshan was somewhat puzzled.

"But we discovered an island in the sea fog, a mysterious island that had never been recorded on nautical charts before the fog appeared."

Professor Nagayama blinked a few times, then seemed to remember something, and slammed his hand on the table in surprise and delight:

"Have you found the dreamlike island of Penglai that appeared only briefly three years ago?"

Three years ago, a group of Brazilian-Japanese Hirota Turios and his party landed on Penglai Island, a legendary paradise, in the waters near Tokyo Bay on the western coast of the Pacific Ocean.

Afterwards, Hirota Tulio published his autobiography, recounting their day-and-night adventure on Penglai Island, and released irrefutable photos and videos taken by the accompanying foreign female photographer.

Even in the extraordinary era, it sparked global discussion.

The idyllic island of paradise, the secluded Penglai witch, and the endearing half-demon Yuhuo—all these stories are captivating.

Most importantly, the elixir of immortality exists!

Although Princess Kaguya stole the elixir of immortality, the fact that the villagers on Hourai Island could live past two hundred years old is still incredibly fascinating.

In an instant, countless dreamers and adventurers set sail in search of Penglai.

Some financial groups and national organizations even set up fleets to search for Penglai Island, offering hefty rewards for clues.

It was as if the Age of Exploration had arrived.

But after years of fruitless searching, the craze gradually subsided.

"Penglai? Is it actually Penglai Island?"

Professor Nagayama could not hide his excitement, his eyes shining as he looked around the deck.

Has Penglai Island, which had been shrouded in mystery on the western coast of the Pacific Ocean, resurfaced off the west coast of Mexico, thousands of miles away, after three years?

"No, no. What we've discovered isn't that beautiful Neverland that looks like a Miss Miami beauty pageant."

The cigar butt in the naval captain's mouth flickered in and out of the smoke as he spoke with a hint of mockery.

In the thick fog, a huge shadow suddenly appeared in front of the warship.

"Although it doesn't have an official name yet, we all prefer to call it 'Ghost Island'!"

Professor Changshan stared intently, then couldn't help but hold his breath.

This rugged and savage ghost island is circular in shape, with its main peak reaching three or four hundred meters high. Countless sharp peaks, like swords and halberds, pierce the sky, making it look like a hedgehog's armor.

It is completely different from the fairyland-like Penglai Island.

"Hmm, although it's not Penglai Island, it looks exceptionally spectacular, unlike island scenery on Earth."

After a long pause, Professor Nagayama finally looked away, adjusted his glasses, and said:

"But why did you trick me... and invite me here?"

"Professor Nagayama, we have discovered some relics from a transcendent era on this elusive island, which may be related to the demise of the Age of Gods."

The naval captain's expression was calm, yet he revealed an astonishing secret, causing Professor Nagayama to gape in astonishment.

"The clues found in these relics, according to preliminary interpretations, are inextricably linked to Japanese mythology. Since everyone has their own area of ​​expertise, that's why we invited an authority like you, with knowledge of Japanese mythology and folklore, to come here."

"That's far too much of an honor."

Professor Nagayama thought to himself with delight, "I never imagined I'd become so famous."

"Because this matter is of great importance, we can only ask that you stay on the island for a while."

The naval captain spoke earnestly:

"Professor Changshan, please rest assured that we are very sincere. There will be additional compensation after the interpretation work is completed."

Now that things have come to this, even if Professor Changshan refuses, the US side cannot simply send him back.

That's like being ungrateful and refusing a toast only to be forced to drink a penalty shot.

Although Professor Nagayama is vain, greedy, and lustful, he also has the curiosity and thirst for knowledge of a scholar. It would be a lie to say that he is not interested in the secrets of the destruction of the Age of Gods.

On the coast of Ghost Island, a pier has been built, and construction workers are continuing to build a forward base in an orderly manner, while heavily armed military personnel are patrolling around.

Upon entering Ghost Island, Professor Nagayama was shocked to discover how horribly desolate the island was. There was no greenery or life in sight, only jagged, bone-like peaks that stood tall, sending chills down one's spine.

It's practically a barren wasteland; no wonder it's called Ghost Island.

"Um... are you the only ones who came together?"

Looking at the small escorting squad of Marines, Professor Nagayama swallowed hard, feeling very unsafe.

After all, this island is related to the Age of Gods. The American's fire sticks are only so-so when dealing with ordinary wild beasts. If some demon suddenly appears, wouldn't a promising scholar like him and a group of crude soldiers perish in the belly of beasts?

You should invite Director Uchiha to protect you.

"We have already surveyed the area; the widest part of Ghost Island is about five kilometers, and its area is 15 square kilometers."

The naval captain exhaled a neat smoke ring and said lightly:

"As you saw, Professor Nagayama, there is no vegetation or life on Ghost Island. There is nothing but rocks. It is very safe."

Despite this, Professor Nagayama's tension did not improve at all; on the contrary, he became even more uneasy.

There's nothing there, which makes it even more eerie, okay?

Turning back was out of the question; they had no choice but to resign themselves to their fate and keep moving forward.

"Mr. Joseph!"

While passing a site under excavation, Professor Nagayama suddenly called out the name of a colleague with a mixture of surprise and delight.

Great, I'm not the only expert who's been tricked and deceived!

Professor Changshan then recognized several more experts and luminaries, including many foreign archaeologists and historians of national treasure caliber.

Professor Changshan finally swallowed his anger. With so many people around, surely the Americans wouldn't kill him to cover it up?

"First, there's the first site. The ruins of this temple have yielded some truly amazing discoveries, possibly related to Japanese mythology."

The naval captain gathered all the experts who had come from afar, his eyes intentionally or unintentionally glancing towards Professor Changshan.

"The President and the Pentagon are both looking forward to the performance of the experts and professors."

The naval captain led the scholars to a partially collapsed temple, heavily guarded outside, clearly indicating that the contents inside were of great importance.

Everyone immediately became excited, after all, this was an extremely rare site of an extraordinary civilization.

Even a small amount of research yielded is enough to shock the historical and archaeological communities.

After entering the temple, Professor Changshan and several other familiar experts gathered together, discussing and marveling at the ruins, whose style was different from that of any civilization on Earth.

"Our initial assessment is that the deity depicted in this mural is the same deity worshipped in this temple."

The naval captain led the way to the deepest part of the temple, looked up at the massive, weathered murals, narrowed his eyes, and said, word by word:

"Although we have roughly confirmed His identity, there are still some things that don't make sense. We welcome all experts to share their opinions, especially Professor Nagayama."

Upon hearing this, Professor Nagayama couldn't help but frown.

Then, following the gazes of the other experts, he raised his head.

"Hmm? Horned immortals, which pantheon do they belong to?"

"I've never seen this type of clothing before, but the magatama on it is a typical cultural symbol originating from East Asia."

The mural depicts a deity with two horns on his head, dressed in white robes, with six black magatama-shaped patterns on his chest.

He stood above the clouds, surrounded by nine black spheres in a ring behind him.

"The deity holds a gourd in his right hand and a giant black sword in his left... It's too long to call it a sword, and too strange to call it a spear. Is it a sword or a spear?"

"Wait, is that black weapon in His hand a DNA helix structure?!"

The immortal in the mural holds a spiraling black spear that is longer than himself, which lifts up the surging sea. The water droplets hanging from the spear tip are transforming into a series of undulating islands.

The familiar scene immediately invigorated Professor Changshan.

"Amanuma Spear?!"

In Japanese creation mythology, Izanagi-no-Mikoto plunged the Amanuma Spear into the sea and stirred the water. When he lifted the spear, the water dripping from its tip condensed into the first island, Onokiro Island.

"Is the great god in the mural Izanagi-no-Mikoto?"

Professor Nagayama, startled, quickly adjusted his glasses and took a closer look.

The immortal's face was blurry and indistinct, but three black tomoe adorned his eyes like the finishing touch on a dragon's eye, instantly exuding divine majesty and aura.

Professor Changshan immediately felt his mouth dry, his head spin, and his mind was completely overwhelmed.

"Sharingan!"

(End of this chapter)