I became Hokage in Tokyo

Chapters 449 and 450: The Loser Eats the Dust

"Commander William, this sculpture is a copy of Michelangelo's 'Moses' and 'The Night and the Dawn'."

At Yokota Air Base Command, the U.S. ambassador, dressed in a suit and tie, looked with great interest at several life-sized pure white marble statues placed in the corner of his office.

Each statue is exquisitely beautiful, with lifelike faces and full, strong muscle lines, making it a pinnacle of Western art.

"Commander, you have excellent taste. You're practically an artist now. Right, Chief Uchiha?"

Yokota Air Base, located in the Tama area 45 kilometers west of Tokyo, is the headquarters of the U.S. military in Japan and the Fifth Air Force Command. There are nearly 10,000 U.S. military personnel and civilian staff at the base.

To ensure absolute security of its heartland of control in the Far East, the U.S. military established the Yokota Airspace over Tokyo after the war, imposing traffic control measures that prevented even civilian airliners from approaching.

At this moment, in the seemingly relaxed but actually tense Yokota base headquarters, two special distinguished guests arrived.

The US ambassador made a few jokes to Commander William, who was dressed in military uniform, and then looked with a smile at Uchiha Senmon, who was sitting on the opposite sofa with a serious expression. He was in a very good mood.

Following the Crimson Moon, Turtle Island, burdened with the relics of the Age of Gods, went missing, and natural disasters escalated worldwide, even afflicting the island itself—truly a double whammy.

The sword of Damocles, the end of the world, is already teetering on the brink of collapse, and we must consider the worst-case scenario.

Although the US can indirectly control Japan's Occult Agency, in the event of a crisis on the mainland, the distant Pacific Ocean cannot provide immediate relief.

The White House has recently been instructing the Ambassador to try to recruit members of the Uchiha Sage Sect, along with the Twelve Divine Generals of the Supernatural Agency, to the United States to strengthen the country's foundation in the mystical world.

Despite several rounds of subtle probing from the US ambassador, the Uchiha Senmon remained passive, but unexpectedly, they suddenly relented yesterday.

Today, the US ambassador met privately with the Uchiha Senmon at Yokota Air Base without the knowledge of the Japanese government, in order to finalize this matter.

This is a great achievement, and it might even lead to further advancement.

"By the way, the Uchiha chief's wife has been dead for many years. We can choose a noblewoman from our country's high society for a political marriage with him and tie her to our side."

The US ambassador shook his leg and couldn't help but applaud his own plan.

"Commander William's niece, who studied in Japan and knew Director Uchiha, would be a good candidate."

The US ambassador recalled reading half of the "Records of the Three Kingdoms" recently, in which a country married its princess to the monarch of another country, successfully forging an alliance.

What does the book say? Oh right, Zhou Yu's brilliant plan brought peace to the world!

The US ambassador, who had learned and applied his knowledge effectively, thought to himself with delight.

Haha, my talent is just like Zhou Yu's!

"Chief Uchiha?"

Upon entering the headquarters, Uchiha Senmon, who appeared somewhat uneasy, suddenly raised his head to look at Commander William. His dark eyes were cold and icy, a look of determination.

"Uchiha, is there something on my face?" Commander William asked suspiciously.

In the blink of an eye, Uchiha Senmon suddenly raised his left hand, and a stick emerged from his palm, piercing through General William's right collarbone and pinning him to the wall.

"Aaaaaah—!"

General William's right shoulder was bleeding profusely, and he let out a heart-wrenching scream.

"What!?"

The screams immediately alerted the guards outside the office, and several American soldiers rushed in. They were utterly astonished by the unexpected scene unfolding inside.

Uchiha Senmon stretched out his left hand, placed his right hand on the Raikiri behind his waist, and slowly stood up.

Startled, the soldiers instinctively pointed their guns at Uchiha Senmon.

"Wait, don't shoot!"

The Uchiha Sage Clan's sudden attack on Commander William startled the U.S. Ambassador, who was stunned into silence. He sprang up from the sofa with a start, his face pale, and frantically waved his hands and feet, trying to stop them.

"Chief Uchiha, there must be some misunderstanding..."

Uchiha Senmon, his face grim, remained unmoved, only giving a cold glance.

Three black tomoe darts rotated in the scarlet eyes.

The US ambassador was stunned, sweating profusely, his expensive handmade suit instantly soaked through.

"Sharingan?!"

The Uchiha Senmon actually possesses the eyes of a descendant of the Izanagi god. Could he be a spy for the Akatsuki organization?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

The Uchiha Sage Clan isn't like those mysterious Kage-level powerhouses from the Celestial Realm, nor did they spring from a rock.

After becoming a superhuman, his file was listed at the level of a national leader, and he was closely monitored and repeatedly investigated by the US intelligence agencies.

From birth to school, marriage, work, and finally to becoming an extraordinary being and rising to the high position of Director of the Supernatural Agency, the life experience of the Uchiha Immortal Sect is completely without any gaps. His kinship and interpersonal relationships are crystal clear, and his resume is as clean as can be!

But how do we explain all of this?

"It hurts... Do you even know what you're doing...?"

Seeing Uchiha Senmon activate his Sharingan, General William's eyes widened in disbelief, his face then filled with confusion, anger, and fear as he gritted his teeth and said...

"Stop pretending, just hide inside him, you two-faced demon!"

General William was momentarily stunned, his eyes darting around in a panic, before he quickly covered up and said, "Uchiha, what nonsense are you talking about..."

"How do you know? That's disgusting!"

A strange, hoarse voice suddenly rang out, followed by a fist-sized sore appearing on General William's forehead.

After being twisted and deformed like clay, it not only has a mouth, nose and eyes, but also features a very avant-garde Cubism achieved with Picasso-style collage techniques.

It wouldn't be surprising if the US ambassador's eyes widened to the point where they seemed about to pop out of their sockets.

Not only was Uchiha Senmon a spy for Akatsuki, but William, the commander of the U.S. military in Japan, was also a monster?

He looked blank, questioning his existence, wondering if he had been lying in the wrong position last night, which was why he was still not fully awake.

"Michelangelo! How could you come out in front of so many people? You can't do this, you can't..."

General William's expression changed drastically, even more panicked than when he was stabbed by the Uchiha Senmon. He roared a few times, then suddenly his eyes rolled back and he lost consciousness.

"Tsk, you've already been exposed, so stop pretending. It's really embarrassing."

The abstract human face on William's forehead pursed its lips, then its large and small eyes swept downwards, and said to Uchiha Senmon:

"My Parasitic Demonic Technique was flawless, undetected for eighteen years. Why did you see through it, Uchiha Senmon!"

Uchiha Senmon's eyes were icy cold, revealing not a trace of emotion, but his innermost feelings were burning.

The fire of revenge that had been burning within him for over a decade, a fire capable of turning him into a torch and even burning the entire world to ashes, could finally be unleashed.

"Finally, finally, finally I've found you! You two-faced demon!"

The demon parasitizing Commander William's body was so deeply lurking that it could not be detected even in perception mode.

However, Uchiha Senmon ultimately chose to believe the information sent by Tsukimi Inaba, and boldly activated his Sharingan to observe closely, and indeed caught them red-handed.

The Sharingan can see the color of chakra.

The man before me possessed a complex array of colors within his body, with immense malevolent energy hidden deep within. He was a being with two souls, a transcendent twin.

"Hey, stop calling me 'two-faced demon,' I have my own name too, Michelangelo."

"Heh, a monster like you doesn't even deserve to have a name."

Uchiha Senmon glanced subtly at the marble statue in the office, then spoke expressionlessly.

This bloodthirsty and cruel demon dares to call himself the artistic giant Michelangelo; he's seriously ill and has utterly disgraced Michelangelo.

"After all, I have a good relationship with Higuchi Orochi, so it's hard to avoid being influenced by him. That guy really likes to name new yokai, so that they can be considered 'human'."

The two-faced demon, like a chatterbox, kept babbling on and on:

"The name Michelangelo is very fitting for an artist like me. However, my art has already surpassed Michelangelo!"

Uchiha Senmon didn't want to listen to a single word of the mad ramblings of the demons, but the name Higuchi Orochi sent a chill down his spine.

A venomous snake that seduced Section Chief Akagi into depravity and colluded with him.

Chief Akagi's dying words were that a two-faced demon was lurking among the cabinet's high-ranking officials, and its true identity remained unknown.

"Your previous host was the President, wasn't he?"

Uchiha Senmon's three-tomoe eyes flickered, and he spoke calmly yet with certainty.

"Oh, you even found this out?"

Michelangelo nonchalantly admitted:

"That guy was a complete waste, he was taken down with a single shot by Yamashita Tetsu, who wasn't even a Transcendent yet. While he was being taken to the hospital, I abandoned him and moved elsewhere to find a new host."

Senior Akagi's last words were true, but unfortunately the information we received was delayed.

For the past three years, the Uchiha Sage Sect's investigations have focused on incumbent and out-of-office cabinet ministers, leaving a blind spot for a dead man who was assassinated before the first year of the Extraordinary Era.

"The most powerful man in Japan isn't in the Prime Minister's official residence, nor in the Imperial Palace, but right here!"

Michelangelo said in a sinister tone:

"In Kobe, I almost killed you, Uchiha Senmon. Unfortunately, William's power is still too small. Should he target the President of the United States next, or parasitize the President of Lucia?"

There won't be a next time.

Uchiha Senmon's face was ashen. He closed his eyes in pain, then suddenly opened them and said, word by word:

"The monster attack that occurred in Yayoi-cho, Nakano Ward on August 25, 1964, and the monster attacks that occurred in Sakae-cho and Nukui-cho, Nerima Ward on September 1, 1964, and in Toshima Ward on January 12, 1965..."

The files reported by the Uchiha Senmon were all about a series of monster murders that occurred in Tokyo twelve or thirteen years ago.

These victims all share the common characteristic of being young women, and what's even more horrifying is that their heads are all removed.

The incident caused a great uproar in Tokyo, with everyone feeling insecure and even stopping their children from crying at night.

Although this terrifying series of monster attacks only lasted for six months, the number of victims exceeded one hand's width.

This included Uchiha Senmon's wife.

Back then, the extraordinary incident was top secret and not disclosed to the public. A special task force was established under the name of a serial murder case. The Fourth Investigation Division searched extensively but found nothing, only a few blurry photos in the surveillance footage.

"You did all of this, you monster!"

Uchiha Senmon's tone was as cold and hard as iron, and his lips were already bleeding from biting them.

Do you remember how many slices of bread you've eaten?

Michelangelo, filled with malice, stuck out his long, thick, slippery tongue and licked his nose, laughing like an owl:

"By the way, Uchiha Senmon, you're Japanese, so perhaps I should ask you how many bowls of rice you've eaten."

"Bang bang bang!"

Several branches shot out instantly from Uchiha Senmon's left hand, piercing through the limbs of Michelangelo's possessed body along with the wall in one fell swoop.

"Is this a good idea? If you kill me, William will die too."

Although Michelangelo's head was sculpted from abstract clay, it had a mouthful of sharp teeth. It glanced at the U.S. ambassador, who was frozen in fear in the room, and said...

The commotion at the headquarters grew louder and louder; the commotion in the corridors and the alarms outside could be heard.

"So what?"

The Sharingan of the Uchiha Sage Gate flashed with a dazzling crimson light, a cold, fiery rage that burned away the entire world.

A boiling, ruthless killing intent surged forth like a tidal wave, causing ordinary people in the office to tremble and collapse to the ground with thuds, a faint stench emanating from them.

However, before killing this monster, we must use the Sharingan to force them to reveal the whereabouts of Mikoto's remains.

"Hehehe, how interesting. Which is stronger, your hatred or my art?"

Michelangelo, pinned to the wall by multiple stakes, lowered his head and laughed hysterically.

Uchiha Senmon frowned. Suddenly, at the places where Michelangelo's right shoulder, hands, and feet were pierced by wooden branches, mouths full of teeth appeared, baring their teeth.

"Click click click!"

With one bite, they snapped off the branch that had pierced its body.

As Uchiha Senmon moved forward, Michelangelo kicked the heavy wooden desk in his foot.

He swung his right hand out with a thunderous cleaver, cleaving the desk in two.

Michelangelo instantly flashed to the entrance of the headquarters and stretched out his hands towards Uchiha Senmon.

The strange mouthparts that were originally located on its arm have moved to its palm, making it look like a hand with a mouth at first glance.

At this moment, it vomited out large amounts of white clay, as if vomiting.

After the white clay landed, it instantly expanded and transformed into three or five strangely shaped white dolls.

At first glance, it bears a striking resemblance to the marble statue next to it.

"Under my art, be reduced to ashes! Drink!"

Boom boom boom!!!

A flash of light, and a massive explosion blew half the building away.

(End of this chapter)