I became Hokage in Tokyo

Chapters 59 and 060: Drowning is the most painful way to die.

"You hit the target!"

The tactile sensation of a samurai sword striking a real object filled Aihiro Iijima with immense joy.

Is it really necessary to use a sword to deal with monsters? Folk tales and legends have never mentioned killing monsters with bullets; on the contrary, there are countless stories of swordsmen and samurai slaying demons with swords.

Furthermore, in the story, the monsters only dare to bully good people, and they avoid evil people like him. This is what is meant by ghosts being afraid of evil people. So monsters should also be afraid of evil people.

In this way, Aihiro Iijima might actually be able to use his katana to slay the shark-faced monster, vanquish the demon, and carve out a bloody path!

However, he soon noticed something was wrong. Although it felt like he was hitting a real object, it was different from the feeling of hitting a human body. Instead, it felt as smooth as if he were cutting into water.

Aihiro Iijima's katana slashed vertically into Kisame Hoshigaki's abdomen from his left shoulder in one fell swoop.

An ordinary person would likely be cut in two by such an attack, but Kisame Hoshigaki remained unfazed, with no blood flowing from his wounds, leaving only a clean cut on the surface of the water.

Water surged at the broken point, then gathered back together, making Kisame Hoshigaki's body seem like it was made of water, with bubbles churning inside.

Aihiro Iijima's katana was stuck in Kisame Hoshigaki's belly. He tried his best to pull it out, but it wouldn't budge, as if he had sunk into a swamp.

"Heh heh, instead of running away, you're attacking me on your own initiative?"

A webbed hand reached out, grabbed Aihiro Iijima by the neck, and lifted him up.

The katana that had been lodged in Kisame's belly slid down his body without stopping, crashing to the ground with a loud thud.

"Of all these sinners, you are the only mortal with the courage to attack me. But how can a mortal defy God!"

Kisame Hoshigaki's tone carried a hint of admiration as he raised his other hand, water surging in his palm and condensing into a water blade more than a meter long.

"Hmph, you salty fish monster, just kill me!"

Aihiro Iijima glared with his bloodshot old eyes and said fiercely.

Having experienced the golden age of yakuza, Aihiro Iijima hates the Metropolitan Police Department, hates the pathetic modern yakuza, hates the thirty years lost due to economic recession, hates the government that treats yakuza like chamber pots, hates the effeminate Reiwa era name, and hates his own worthless and decadent self even more.

Since this era is no longer suitable for a true Yakuza like him to live, in the end, being hacked to death in a fire like a Yakuza can be considered a wish fulfilled, and he can die in peace!

Moreover, the one who killed him was a monster, so he'll have something to brag about when he meets his old buddies in hell.

"Your turn will be here soon."

Kisame Hoshigaki grinned maliciously, and the water blade in his right hand flew out, cleaving the Seiji Group leader, who was hiding under the desk, in two along with the desk itself.

Kisame Hoshigaki's shark-like cheek wrinkles rippled slightly as he revealed a sinister grin to Aihiro Iijima:

"Do you know what the most painful way to die is? As the lord of the Arakawa River, I have seen countless mortals drown in it. Many of them committed suicide, but they all regretted it in their last moments."

"Drowning is one of the most painful ways to die. Before death, every breath a drowning victim takes in water is like being cut into a thousand pieces. So in their final moments, they will instinctively try to grab something to ease the pain, which is why the fingernails of drowning victims are often filled with mud and sand."

"Why don't you try this kind of despair too?"

A stream of water gushed from his left hand, forming a water sphere two meters in diameter that enveloped Aihiro Iijima.

"Gurgle!"

Ayahiro Iijima coughed up a series of bubbles from his mouth and nose, struggled and kicked with his hands and feet inside the water balloon, and showed an expression of extreme pain on his face.

A minute later, the water balloon suddenly collapsed and fell to the ground. Only then did Ai Hiroshi Iijima escape the pain of drowning and kneel on the ground, panting heavily.

He looked up at the blue shark monster, his eyes filled with fear.

"The stench of blood emanating from your soul is among the strongest of all these sinners, which should have made you die a agonizing death. But seeing the courage you displayed with that one strike, I'll grant you a quicker end."

Kisame Hoshigaki carried Aihiro Iijima to the rooftop as if he were catching a chick.

…………

Inspector Miyano, the chief of the Minami-Kasai Police Station, drove his police car with an eager and excited expression, leaving the two police cars behind him several car lengths behind.

"Chief! Don't drive so fast, the fog is still very thick."

The officer in the passenger seat couldn't stand the lightning speed and couldn't help but try to dissuade him.

The fog on the road was still very thick and hazy. Not only was the Arakawa River on the left covered in mist, but the buildings on the right side of the road were also swallowed up by the fog, and the signs were barely visible.

"If we're too late, we'll miss it."

"I know you're anxious, Chief, but why would the head of the Seiji Group suddenly turn himself in? Could there be a trap?"

"Whether the leader of the Seiji Group was high on drugs or Buddha intervened and made him repent, with that phone recording, even if he changes his mind on the spot, we can still arrest him. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

Director Miyano's eyes were burning with desire as he slammed on the gas pedal.

"If the dozens of kilograms of goods mentioned by the Seiji Group are genuine, then I can take another step... no, I can eradicate a cancer in Edogawa Ward! I am irreconcilably opposed to these drug dealers who poison the citizens with their poison!"

Chief Miyano drove his police car to the headquarters of the Seiji Group. He glanced at the several cars parked nearby and, without waiting for the other police cars to arrive, hurriedly led three officers to the headquarters building.

All the way to the main gate, there was complete silence.

"Why is it so quiet? Could there be an ambush?" The officer who had sensed something was wrong whispered in Chief Miyano's ear.

"You've watched too many historical dramas. Where in Tokyo would a Yakuza dare to ambush the police these days?"

Director Miyano said dismissively and walked straight toward the gate.

Then I saw blood-red water seeping from the bottom of the gate, flowing down the steps.

"No, this smells of blood! Be alert! Don't make any rash moves. Wait for the police cars to arrive before we act together."

Chief Miyano's expression changed, he put his hand on the gun at his waist and found cover to hide.

A minute or two later, two more police cars arrived, and seven or eight people got out.

Half of the staff remained outside to keep watch, while Chief Miyano led the rest of the team and carefully pushed open the door.

Upon seeing the decapitated corpses lying haphazardly on a thick layer of water in the lobby on the first floor, Chief Miyano's expression changed drastically at the sight of this scene of carnage!

"We're the police! Is anyone still alive?"

Police officers from the Minamikasai Police Station patrolled the first-floor lobby with guns drawn, as if facing a major threat, but received no response.

"Could it be a gang fight? But gang fights don't involve cutting off heads, they're not samurai taking heads. And the wound doesn't look like it was cut with a knife, it has teeth marks instead."

Chief Miyano lowered his head and carefully examined one of the headless corpses, filled with doubt.

"Chief, there are survivors here."

Upon hearing this, Chief Miyano rushed over and saw a young man leaning against the wall with a police holster on his waist.

"Are you a police officer too? Which department are you from?"

"Organized Crime Countermeasures Department... This is not the time for this. Monster, no, Arakawa Water God, rush in and wipe out the Sei-no-gumi!" The young police officer was still a bit dazed, as if he remembered something, and suddenly spoke up.

Yokai? What yokai? The leader of the Seiji Group seemed to have mentioned some kind of yokai on the phone?

Just then, a commotion suddenly erupted among the police officers who remained outside. Chief Miyano rushed outside and looked up at the rooftop in response to the officers' calls.

A strange man in a blue robe, carrying what looked like a garbage bag, led a person to the edge of the rooftop.

With a casual toss, the person hit the ground headfirst, and red and white splattered everywhere.

Director Miyano's pupils contracted as he looked at the strange blue figure on the rooftop, whose appearance was clearly different from that of an ordinary person.

"Evacuate everyone! This is beyond our station's capabilities; we must report it to the Metropolitan Police Department immediately!"

(End of this chapter)