A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 12 Tokyo Chaos

"Ok?"

"What's wrong? My phone has no signal."

"Impossible, this is Setagaya Ward."

In the streets, houses, and cars of what is known as Tokyo's "old wealthy district," countless people stopped and slowed down—because their mobile phones, computers, and various smart systems were all experiencing network outages.

What is NTT doing?

"We pay so much money for it every year!"

Passersby began to complain, pointing out that NTT stands for "Japan Telegraph and Telephone Company," which holds approximately 63% of the telecommunications market share in Japan and is undoubtedly a network giant.

Just as countless people were brought to a standstill by the loss of mobile internet, a booming sound came from the sky, growing louder as it approached.

Buzzing

Amidst the deep sound of the propellers,
One after another, familiar UH-60 armed transport helicopters, also known as 'Black Hawk' aircraft, swept across the sky like huge beasts.

"Viper-1, this is Viper-2, confirming entry into the Odakyu Line airspace."

"Viper-2, proceed immediately to the following specified coordinates:"

"35.3942°N, 139.4003°E!"

"Roger that!"

As a series of coordinates were transmitted via radio waves, several Black Hawk attack helicopters drew arcs in the air, flying over the traditional 'rich neighborhoods' below. At a mere 153 meters, countless people subconsciously looked up.

Black Hawk fighter jet,
How did you end up here?
"Captain Rogers, what is the mission this time?"

Not to mention the residents here, even the soldiers in the armed helicopters were completely baffled.

"have no idea,"

The team leader had a stern face.
It's not a description, it's just because the captain is Black;

The proportion of Black people in the American military has far exceeded their proportion of the population.

It is precisely because of these military personnel that the term "Black Lives Matter" exists in America.

Of course, most Black soldiers remain soldiers for life, and to get promoted in the military, Black people have to put in more effort—this Captain Rogers is one of the best among them, maintaining a serious posture even while sitting in the helicopter.

"But this operation must be very important, so everyone must stay alert."

"Wow, Captain, this is Tokyo."

A white soldier was gesticulating wildly, looking like he was about to start singing: If you didn't know better, you'd think the two of them had switched races.

"What danger could there be? Ultraman? Or Godzilla—"

"Perhaps there are also island nation governments protesting our 'sightseeing flights'."

The white soldier's words made the soldiers in the cabin laugh, creating a cheerful atmosphere.

Under Article 4 of the Status of Islands Agreement, America is exempt from the aviation laws of island nations and can conduct its own 'necessary training': in fact, Tokyo residents complain about low-altitude flights by America every year, with Setagaya Ward accounting for 80% of such complaints.

For this,

American soldiers were already used to it.

"No, this time."

The Black captain hesitated and stopped halfway through his sentence.

They are American Marines stationed at Yokosuka Base in Kanagawa Prefecture, which is also part of the broader Tokyo metropolitan area.

The military base located in Yokosuka is America's largest overseas base in Asia, with two carrier strike groups and various supporting forces stationed there year-round. The base is located right next to Tokyo Bay, making it a sharp dagger pointing straight into the heart of the island nation.

If Tokyo Bay is blocked

This is tantamount to cutting off half of the island nation's economic, military, diplomatic, and other exchanges.

When the black captain learned that the mission location was the Setagaya residential area, he was also full of question marks, not understanding what was going on with such a vague order from his superiors.

Setagaya may be a traditional affluent area of ​​the island nation, maintaining the airs of an 'old aristocrat,' and frequently complains about American warplanes flying over there. But that's all; it's fine to show some backbone in this way, but when it comes to actually facing the guns of American soldiers:

They knelt down faster than anyone else!

Why would a place like this need to deploy their elite troops?
"Viper-2, Viper-2, beware!"

"You are close to the target. Prepare to rappel down, establish a position, and capture the target."

"Attention all units: capturing the target alive is the top priority; the use of lethal weapons against the target is prohibited. Repeat."

???

"Fack—"

"Oops!"

"We are soldiers, not police officers!"

"What kind of 'delicate' target is this? Wouldn't it be better to let the island nation's police officers persuade them?"

A chorus of complaints immediately erupted in the cabin, mixed with American profanities: Leaving aside the fact that they were sent here to capture some kind of "mission objective," the most ridiculous thing was:

"We still don't know if the target is male or female!"

It's no wonder the soldiers were complaining; they were already at the scene, but still had no information about the target.

"Maybe it's a Walmart plastic bag?"

"GO! GO! GO!"

As the doors of Black Hawk helicopters opened one after another, long ropes were lowered, and fully armed American Marines slid down, taking up positions on rooftops and along streets with remarkable professionalism. Then they saw:

"Walter?"

Amid the gasps of the white soldiers,
The courtyard wall in front was suddenly 'torn open'.
A shirtless blond man leaped out like a cheetah.

The other person's arm was shaped like a sharp blade; with a casual swing, it sliced ​​the police car parked outside the courtyard into scrap metal.

? ?
The white soldier's exclamation drew the other's attention, and for a moment the two looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Put your hands up!"

"Stop! Stop!"

Faced with this bizarre scene, the American soldiers raised their guns without hesitation, and some even instinctively pulled the trigger.

Da da da da,

? !
Don't hide.
Hina and Shiko were behind them.

"Why is this happening?"

Yoshifumi Nitta didn't want to kill anyone, but these guys were forcing him to do it.

With his arms outstretched and his muscles gleaming with a cold, hard light, Yoshifumi Nitta chose to charge head-on at these American soldiers!

In an instant, more than a dozen bullets struck him, but only sparks flew up before deforming, slid away, and flew in all directions, forming ricochets.

It must be said that the American soldiers were all very good marksmen, but the enemy seemed to be unafraid of bullets, charging over under heavy fire, leaving the American soldiers who had just gotten off the plane wide-eyed and terrified.

"Shit, it's a mutant!!"

As the opponent retracted his twin blades into ten sharp fingers, the white soldier shouted.

Pfft!

The soldiers in front were splattered with blood and thrown backward.

"Anyone who stands in my way will die!!"

Having just rescued Hina and Shiko, he encountered a group of American soldiers who opened fire without a word. Yoshifumi Nitta no longer cared about anything else: if he didn't want to die, he would kill.

With arms waving wildly, his sharp, blade-like fingers unleashed a storm of blood and gore. Even though most American soldiers were fully armed and tearing through their body armor was no longer fatal, such a terrifying display terrified even the world's number one Marine Corps.

"Shit, scatter, scatter!"

At the command of the Black captain who had just landed, the other soldiers scrambled and crawled away in a tactical retreat.

Moreover, there were wounded soldiers on the ground, so the other soldiers couldn't easily fire their weapons.

But the helicopter pilot was different; he yelled, "Die!"

So many colleagues were lying down in just over ten seconds.
This caused the helicopter pilot's pupils to contract sharply. Without thinking, he pressed the launch button, and a Hydra 70mm rocket shot out.

boom---

The rocket accurately hit Yoshifumi Nitta behind him, exploding into a cloud of smoke and flames!

Nitta Yoshifumi was surrounded by his own soldiers lying on the ground, making it difficult to use machine guns to fire upon them. But don't forget, these soldiers were fully armed; they had some protection against shockwaves and shrapnel. The man, however, was unarmed. His body could withstand bullets, but what about his eardrums?
Surely your eardrums can't be made of steel, right?

Use the shockwave from the explosion to disrupt, control, and overturn this guy!
Unfortunately, what he feared most came to pass. Yoshifumi Nitta, who had gained the ability of the 'Quick Cut Fruit,' was indeed made entirely of steel: the explosion of the rocket only made him stagger.

"A chick?!"

The blond, tattooed man, who had taken a few steps forward, suddenly turned around because of the shockwave behind him. In the courtyard behind him, there were Hina and Shiko!
"NO——"

It wasn't just Yoshifumi Nitta who was filled with shock and anger.

Lieutenant General America, far away in the command center in Yokosuka, also experienced a sudden blackout.

He had just obtained the intelligence; there were not just one, but two supernatural beings.

One of them, who possesses the ability to transform his body into blades, is the blond, tattooed man who cuts down numerous soldiers.

Another little girl who supposedly has healing abilities: What's the point if a soldier on the front line fires a shell and kills the little girl?
"Viper-2! Viper-2!"

He snatched the walkie-talkie, and the lieutenant general's voice boomed in the ears of all the American soldiers.

"Stop attacking! I want to live, are you going to disobey me?!"

"Shit, do it yourself."

American soldiers don't tolerate their commanders' demands; they're expected to capture these monsters alive.
Before he could finish speaking, a sudden gust of wind swept up from behind the explosion.

Waaaaah...

A sudden gust of wind swept away the smoke and revealed a wall of wind that swirled around the scene and formed an inverted bowl shape.

"Shizi?"

In the walls formed by the gale,

She is the bar owner who shields the little girl 'Chi' behind her.

"I"

Staring in astonishment at her own hands, the woman named Shiko instinctively knew that she had created this wind; moreover, it was so responsive and precise that it could not only be used for defense, but also for:

"You started it!"

Having just escaped the mansion of the powerful and wealthy, being met with gunfire from American soldiers would fill anyone with fear, dread, and anger.

An ordinary person would simply get angry; but Shizi is different now:

Her anger can turn into an attack.

Almost instinctively, the bar owner clasped her fingers together.

Then he waved to the Black Hawk helicopter in the sky.

brush----

An invisible wind blade roared out and struck the armed helicopter in the blink of an eye: the tempered glass was torn apart out of thin air, and a line of blood spurted out from the pilot's cheek before he could even react!
Being attacked?

What injured you?
Before the driver could think straight, the world before him began to spin.

The wind blades not only cleaved through the cockpit, but also struck the propeller overhead!

crackling and popping

Sparks suddenly emerged from the black smoke, and the propeller, made of special steel, spun at high speed, rapidly magnifying and twisting the damaged parts. The massive fuselage began to spin and plummet.

? ?
Not just this one,
The bar owner, determined to go all the way, kept waving her arms.

Judging from the way she waved her hand in the air, it was like she was having a fit of teenage angst, or like a mental patient.

However, the sight of Black Hawk fighter jets being 'cut in half' and falling into the air while smoking indicates that this is some kind of attack method!

"Be careful--"

"Lie down!"

Boom! !
A Black Hawk helicopter crashed.
It crashed heavily onto the building next to it, flattening it like a block of wood; causing Miyako Kana and the others nearby to scramble behind the armored vehicle.

"This is... a wind blade?"

I glanced at the Black Hawk helicopter that had been subjected to a 'mysterious attack'.

And on the other side, a woman with a high ponytail waving her hand in mid-air, Miyako Kana's lips twitched.

What's going on? So you're the third 'Kamaitachi'?

What did it mean to pretend to be weak before?
Is it fun?
This is not the fault of the woman named 'Shiko', because she too had just 'awakened' to this power.

Or rather, someone just gave him this power.

"Not bad, not bad, as expected of a genuine 'Kamaitachi Fruit' user."

Amidst the chaos of battle, beneath the buildings, a shadow calmly observes everything:
It was the dark-skinned beauty who called herself "Noble Person"—that is, Qiuyue Lu's "Shadow Mage".

In the world of One Piece, there is a Paramecia-type Devil Fruit called the 'Kamaitachi Fruit', whose ability is to unleash wind blades with a wave of the hand.

While you might manage to become a colonel in the Four Seas, once you go to the Grand Line, you're just a regular soldier: if you can't fly and slash, you're embarrassed to call yourself a 'swordsman'.

"The Quick-Cut Fruit can withstand rifle bullets, while the Siamese Weasel Fruit can cut down helicopters."

But that’s about it.

During the fierce battle, Yoshifumi Nitta was injured.

Those were the marks left by the Black Hawk's machine guns before it crashed: with his current level of development of the Quick-Cut Fruit, it wasn't enough to stop the machine gun fire.

The 'wind blade' that Shizi unleashed only barely cut through the outer shell of the Black Hawk helicopter: one of the luckier planes was slashed with two deep marks and was struggling to adjust its shape, without crashing.

"W-what's going on?"

The biker gang with pompadours who had chased after them on motorcycles stared in disbelief at everything.

He only came to retrieve his friend's motorcycle, but he witnessed chaos that resembled, no, was on the scale of a battlefield!

Black Hawk helicopters were falling from the sky, and American soldiers were roaring and firing on the ground. Yoshifumi Nitta, whose hands had turned into sharp blades, was in a bloodthirsty frenzy, charging left and right among the American troops, stirring up waves of bloodshed.

If possible, he would certainly like everyone to sit down and have a proper talk.

But if rhetoric were effective, there would be no wars: the history books of humankind are composed of countless wars.

Ultimately, only strength can protect everything.

Boom!

A Black Hawk helicopter, billowing flames and black smoke, crashed into a house next to the biker gang; in his upward-looking pupils, a pile of building debris crashed down.

The wreckage rapidly enlarged, and darkness enveloped him!

There is no hiding.

Clang————

The next moment, just as the pompadour-headed biker 'Eguchi' opened his eyes and awaited his death, the sky brightened.

The fallen building debris was neatly divided in two.
It fell to the left and right.

Boom, boom!

In front of the pompadour-haired biker gang member 'Eguchi'
A mysterious figure dressed as a ninja, wearing black clothes, black pants, and a black mask, is slowly sheathing his sword.

did not expect,
There are other supernatural beings in this world.

No, if even the 'founding master' can attach himself to armor to instruct one on swordsmanship, then what's so surprising about the existence of other legendary figures?

This mysterious man dressed as a ninja is none other than the "Heisei Sword Saint" of the island nation.

Machii Isao.

(End of this chapter)