A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 16 Testing the Knife
Tokyo,

Central Ward, Ginza.

If Chuo Ward prides itself on being the most bustling area among Tokyo's 23 wards, then Ginza is the crown jewel of Chuo Ward.

In the early 17th century, this place was the location of the Tokugawa Shogunate's silver coin minting institution, hence the name 'Ginza'; now, it remains as it was then—a place where money is piled up, and extravagance cannot even begin to describe its luxury.

A party is being held on the 70th floor of a brightly lit five-star hotel.

"Hahaha, the Ishii Group is finished!"

In the luxurious room, a man with a fleshy face was lounging casually on the sofa, adopting a "boss sitting posture."

His muscles stretched his suit taut, and the wide scarf around his neck and the cigar in his hand all emphasized his status as a 'team leader'.

"One less competitor, time to celebrate!"

With one arm around a blonde beauty, the 'team leader' was laughing heartily.

"Sigh, business is tough."

On the sofa next to him, a middle-aged man with his hair combed back, wearing glasses, a suit and tie, and a long, narrow face with triangular eyes sighed with his fingers touching.

"Even financial companies like ours have to go back to their old ways; it's a sign that the world is going to the dogs."

"Isn't this what the yakuza do?"

Another man, with a buzz cut, a scar across his left eye, and a large gold chain around his neck, scratched his head.

"Fraud, theft, drug trafficking—anything that makes money is acceptable."

“Idiot, what we do is ‘cross-border high-yield structured wealth management’ and ‘merchant clearing system vulnerability auditing’.”

The man in the suit and glasses pointed disdainfully at the expensive drinks and food on the table.

"You can't even name these things."

The implication is that feeding this thing is a waste!

"you--"

"Alright, alright, today is a happy day, stop arguing."

Knock knock knock,

Just as the big boss raised his hand to signal the cadres to stop arguing, there was a sudden knock on the door.

In an instant, everyone's eyes fell on the gate.

Click,

As a young man in a black suit stepped forward and opened the door, an ordinary-looking man wearing a floral shirt with the hem tucked into his belt entered, bowing and scraping.

"Hey guys, I've got the pork cutlet sandwich from Izumi's place."

Without a doubt, this is a deliveryman.

"Oh, that was hard."

In such a high-end hotel, to insist on eating this kind of thing, only the 'team leader' has this right.

"Back then, it took several of us pooling our money to buy a sandwich from this place."

"Without it, drinking tastes bland!"

This was both the 'team leader's' quirk and a kind of 'obedience' test: the two cadres picked up their fried pork chop sandwiches and prepared to eat.

"Then I'll take my leave first."

The errand boy bent down, head bowed, and prepared to leave.

However, the 'team leader' is in a good mood today, so—

"Hey, have a drink too."

"Hey! Is that okay?"

While the deliveryman was pleasantly surprised, the hostess next to him had already picked up her glass and drinks and walked over.

"You're really lucky, the team leader is in a good mood."

The cadre with a buzz cut and a scarred face stood up and patted the underling on the shoulder.

"This is a wine you could never afford in your entire life: one glass costs half a million!"

"Hehehe, then I'll drink first as a sign of respect."

Upon hearing the cadre's words, the underling eagerly raised his glass, only to be slapped on the head by the short-haired, scarred cadre.

"Are you stupid?!"

"Savor the aroma of the wine first!"

Yes, yes, yes.

The young man held the wine glass to his nose and took a deep breath; it smelled entirely of money!

Half a million yen is more than the average monthly income in Tokyo—and that's after being averaged with many wealthy people.

Knock knock knock,

The knocking sound again startled the young man.

All eyes in the room were focused on the errand boy; so they instinctively assumed there was someone else outside the door.

Only the errand boy, whose back was to the door, immediately recognized the source of the 'knocking' sound:

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window at the far end of the room, there was a ninja dressed in black!
The ninja, whose face was covered by a black cloth, tapped on the glass with the hilt of his sword.

This is a building with over fifty floors!
Clang,

The wine glass in his hand fell to the ground, and the wine, worth 500,000 yuan, was absorbed by the carpet.

Because of the younger brother's strange expression, everyone in the room realized what was happening and turned their heads sharply, all of them seeing the ninja outside the window.

this? !

"Talent Show?"

"Extreme sports."

Everyone in the room, from the gang leader and his men to the hostesses, was stunned.

However, even more challenging things were yet to come:
The ninja pressed his short sword against the glass, then slashed the glass with the blade, drawing an oval shape.

The next second, as easily as pushing open his own front door, the ninja in black clothes and pants 'pushed open' the oval glass and walked in.

? ?
"magic?"

"This is impossible--"

Even members of the Yakuza know that these high-rise buildings are made of tempered glass and have a double-layered structure: even if a strong man hits it hard with a hammer, it would take many hits to make a crack appear.

However, under the blade of this strange 'ninja,' it was as easy as cutting paper?
It's definitely magic, but it doesn't matter:
"stop!"

"Where's the camera? It's over there!"

"What kind of talent show is this, daring to come and show off in front of us?"

The yakuza members in the room were furious. The scene before them was so surreal that they all drew their weapons.

Those who can throw parties in Ginza are certainly not ordinary street thugs: short knives, brass knuckles, and handguns—all deadly weapons!
"You're from the Inaba Kogyokai?"

Surrounded by numerous yakuza, the ninja remained calm.

A deep voice came from beneath the black mask;
"I heard you guys are pretty good at fighting?"

???

"Then let me see."

The ninja, wielding a short sword, swept his cold gaze across everyone present.

Just how good is he at fighting?
"Oh dear~~"

"Is he truly worthy of being called the 'Heisei Sword Saint'?"

Atop the building opposite, a classically beautiful woman in dark robes sat, seemingly blending into the night, watching everything with great interest.

Climbing buildings with bare hands is something some extreme sports enthusiasts can do. But climbing to the fiftieth floor as easily as Machii Isao in just a few minutes is impossible; as for cutting tempered glass with a knife, that's pure fantasy.

Snap, snap, snap,

A few gunshots rang out in the wind, and only the sounds of firecrackers remained over there.

Meanwhile, in the magnificent room on the opposite side, more than fifty stories high, the battle had already ended.

弱、

too weak!
It wasn't even a warm-up!

In the luxurious room where blood flowed down the high-end carpet and corpses littered the floor, Machii Isao, a black-clad ninja holding a short sword, frowned in displeasure.

The most powerful yakuza,

That's it?

No,

Think about it carefully,

I was just too 'strong'.

Slaying the Yakuza, whom ordinary people fear like the plague, is merely a matter of swinging a sword.

At this moment, Machii Isao truly realized just how powerful the power bestowed by the 'Founder' was.

Is this the power of ancient warriors?
Snapped,

With a kick,
He kicked the fallen pistol towards the errand boy who was sitting on the ground, his crotch wet.

“Pick it up,”

While the errand boy frantically followed his instructions, Machii Isao, dressed as a ninja, slowly and methodically sheathed his short sword; then he held his long sword in reverse and placed it under his ribs, assuming a stance for iaido slashing.

“Shoot me.”

"No, no, no, I can't do it, I can't do it!"

The corpses scattered all over the ground, and the ghostly speed of the other party, had terrified the errand boy so much that he wet himself, his hands trembling violently as he gripped his pistol.

These cold weapons couldn't give him a single sense of security.

"Shoot, or die."

The other party stood indifferently a few meters away, his knife still sheathed; however, the errand boy who pointed the gun at him was in tears and trembling all over.

"Go, go die!!!"

Finally, unable to withstand the pressure, the underling pulled the trigger.

boom!
The bullet whistled out, and at the same time, a silver flash streaked across the room.

bite,

"Ok?"

At the top of the building across the street, the dark-skinned beauty, the "noble lady," tilted her head.

"A knife cuts through a bullet, this chess piece."

It's truly delightful.

At the same time, the techniques and insights gained from this "Iai" technique were also reflected back to someone.

Inside the room, as the errand boy's head slid off and he fell, the 'ninja' who had sheathed his sword let out a long sigh of relief.

finally,

He did it!

Cold weapons defeated firearms, and from then on—

"The era of the 'knife' has come again."

next time,
Who should I ask to "test the knife"?
The extreme path is too weak; all that's left is the army. If they want to truly walk in the sunlight, they must clash with this technological and military force.

Amidst the commotion in the hallway outside, a ninja dressed in black, wearing black glasses and a mask, gleefully leaped down through a large hole in the window, grabbing onto the window cracks of each floor with one hand, leaving the scene in a relaxed yet terrifying manner.

"Wonderful, wonderful."

Indeed, it was the right decision to give this guy 'swordsmanship'.

With a sharp blade in his heart, the desire to kill arises naturally! How could the 'Heisei Sword Saint,' who has practiced swordsmanship for half his life, be content with merely chopping straw mats?

Someone watching the game live through the 'Shadow Mage' didn't hesitate to praise the excellent pieces.

"Let me see what other surprises you have in store."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

After ten minutes,
"Waaaaah, waaaah, waaaah~~"

Soon, a large number of Metropolitan Police Department police cars blocked the building, and news of the gangland shootout spread like wildfire.

No one died, only a few were injured, and the building's windows were broken—in short, it was a minor issue. Under the combined pressure of the smiling hotel staff offering gifts and the stern-faced "violent" opponent, everyone in the building quickly forgot about the incident.
Nothing happened today.

"A total of nine people died,"

The police are in the room collecting information.
"Two of them were hostesses, and the remaining seven were all members of the Inaba Kogyo-kai."

A police officer holding a tablet was earnestly reporting the situation to Miya Hana, who had just arrived.

With the help of the Metropolitan Police Department's intelligence network, they quickly figured out the identities of the corpses and their unknown past.

"The Inaba Kogyokai, ostensibly operating a financial company, is in reality a yakuza organization that orchestrates investment fraud and credit card theft, and has recently begun dabbling in drugs. Such people deserve to die, but:"

"Judging from the wounds left behind, the murderer used a short knife, which was 30 centimeters long and about 0.7 centimeters thick, and it was a fatal blow."

At this point, the police officers reporting on their work were all incredulous.

While killing someone with a knife is a normal thing, killing someone with a single stab is actually very abnormal: as long as certain vital organs are not hit, the human body is not that fragile: the Metropolitan Police Department often encounters cases where people can run and jump even after being stabbed a dozen or even dozens of times.

High-end hotels like these cater to guests with 'special' identities, so naturally there are no security cameras; the police can only reconstruct the scene through clues.

"It's a supernatural crime, Ms. Mitani."

A flippant voice sounded from behind, causing the woman in the kimono to turn around helplessly.

"Commissioner Smith, you've arrived very quickly."

The man was dressed in a black suit and wore sunglasses late at night. With his high eyebrows and deep-set eyes, he did indeed look very much like the secret agent 'Smith' from a certain movie. In fact, he was indeed a secret agent, an agent sent by America.

"Relax, Ms. Mitani."

This white agent had clearly spent a lot of time in the island nation, as he spoke with a very fluent Tokyo accent.

"America has reached a cooperation agreement with the island nation's government, and your prime minister has indicated that he will resign soon."

The battle that previously occurred in Setagaya Ward was suppressed by the combined efforts of the two countries. Faced with the will of the government, even the elites of this 'traditional wealthy district' dared not act recklessly. No, it should be said that it is precisely because Setagaya Ward is full of elites that they can better appreciate the power of the nation!
Some things are better left unsaid.

Otherwise, a charge of 'treason' would be brought against them.
It's difficult to even die if you want to.

That hasty battle,
This has never happened to ordinary people.

"Without a doubt, this is a supernatural crime."

Commissioner Smith readily reached out and took the tablet from the officer who was reporting the situation.

"Climbing to the 50th floor of a high-rise building, cutting through the tempered glass with a short knife, and then killing the gang members present—I really want to see what kind of person that is."

"Then you'd better have a neck harder than steel,"

Miya Kana replied irritably. Because of America's pressure, this guy brazenly appeared at the scene, and any 'gains' she gained would be snatched away by him, which left Miya Kana with no motivation to solve the case.

Do not,
Even without this guy, she wouldn't have the motivation to solve the case!

The corpses that were carried out were all powerful yakuza, yet they were killed like chicks in just a few seconds: if you really encounter supernatural beings, what's the difference between their pistols and toys?
"Miss Miyako, do you have any leads on the culprit?"

The incessant chatter of Commissioner Smith beside her made Miyako Hana shake her head impatiently.

"No."

That's a lie.

Miya Kana had a gut feeling,
The killer should be the unknown supernatural being that appeared during the 'Setagaya Incident'.

News should come from those 'bosozoku' soon.

I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing.
Looking at the collected bullets and casings, Miyako Hana couldn't help but sigh.

Hey,
The times have changed.

(End of this chapter)