A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 17 Six Styles: Paper Drawing
Nakano District,
"Why should I go shopping with a 'diaper-peeing Jiangkou' like you in the middle of the night?"

A boy with dyed yellow hair walked down the street with a look of disgust on his face.

"Ah Jian, you bastard!"

"I'll kill you, I'll kill you!"

The man next to him, with his airplane-shaped hairstyle, defended himself indignantly.
"I've told you so many times, I had my reasons! You'd pee too if you were here!"

The two boys' strange hairstyles and exaggerated words caused passersby to automatically keep their distance: boys of this age are the most difficult to mess with—they are ignorant of their own limitations, impulsive, easily angered, and have a tendency to resist legal challenges, making them universally disliked.

However, these two 'bosozoku' teenagers are actually not bad. Although they have exaggerated appearances and like to race in Nerima Ward, they don't cause much trouble.

"So, what exactly is the reason? Tell me."

The blond-haired 'Ah Jian' calmly retorted, while the pompadour-haired 'Jiang Kou' was speechless. He shrugged with a cold smile.

"Hey, do I look like the kind of person who lies?!"

The silent mockery from his companions made 'Eguchi,' with his airplane-shaped haircut, lose face.

"Okay, okay, follow me!"

After saying that, the man with the pompadour and the blond-haired man walked towards the park next door.

This is Nakano Ward, bordered by Shinjuku and Shibuya to the south and Nerima and Itabashi to the north. It is primarily a service-oriented area and also boasts the highest population density of low-rise residential buildings in the entire island of Japan; naturally, it is a diverse and bustling area with a large transient population.

So at night, for safety reasons, the park is almost deserted.

"Jian, I'm only going to say this to you."

After looking around for a while, the guy with the airplane nose lowered his voice and spoke in a low, thieving tone.

"What's going on? Why are you being so secretive?"

As the blond-haired boy impatiently tilted his head, Jiang Kou swallowed hard.

Do you believe in supernatural forces?

"what?!"

The blond-haired guy named 'Ah Jian' suddenly raised his voice, startling 'Jiang Kou' with his pompadour hairstyle, who quickly covered his mouth.

"Let go! Let go! What are you doing?"

"Keep your voice down!"

After all that trouble, Jiang Kou decided to go all out.

"That day I was in Setagaya Ward, and I encountered a supernatural event."

"It wasn't just me; the people in the Metropolitan Police Department and the American soldiers were all beaten down by the supernatural beings!"

While Huang Mao A-Jian was still in a daze,

Eguchi, with his airplane-shaped hairpin, continued:
"Bullets were flying everywhere, houses were collapsing, and several fighter jets had crashed;"

"You wouldn't have handled this situation any better than I have!"

"Is it fake?"

Jiang Gu sneered at his companion's instinctive rebuttal.

"fake?"

"Why was your motorcycle impounded by the police? How do you explain the 'major power outage' in Setagaya Ward? I saw it with my own eyes—"

"See what?"

Under persistent questioning from his companions, Eguchi, sporting an airplane-shaped hairstyle, finally recounted the scene he had witnessed:
"Do you know what, Ah Jian? I almost died!"

"At that moment, a Black Hawk helicopter crashed into the building next to me, and half of the roof came crashing down on me!"

During this period, every time Jiang Kou closed his eyes, all he saw was the despair of that collapsing building. And:
"A ninja cleaved through the rubble with a single strike, saving my life."

"Hey, Eguchi, you wouldn't be secretly using marijuana behind my back, would you?"

"Stop talking nonsense and listen to me!"

He raised his hand and placed it on his companion's shoulder, while the boy with the pompadour clenched his other fist in a passionate gesture.

"Supernatural forces truly exist in this world. I've made up my mind: I will pursue such power, and with that power—"

You can do anything!

"you"

Lower your eyes

The blond-haired guy named 'Ah Jian' sighed.

"Let's just tell the police the information about that 'ninja' honestly first."

tap tap tap,

The sound of hurried footsteps came from all directions. Before the boy with the pompadour could react, several uniformed figures rushed straight at him.

"What."

"Mr. Eguchi, you're under arrest!"

"You have violated the 'national security crime,' please cooperate with the investigation!"

Amidst the chaotic noise, Eguchi, with his pompadour hairstyle, had his hands clasped behind his back and was handcuffed. Other police officers even drew their pistols, as if facing a formidable enemy: as if Eguchi were a monster who could suddenly attack and hurt people.

???

"What are you doing?"

"Wait—Jian, you betrayed me?!"

Looking up at the blond-haired boy who had stepped back, Jiang Kou's not-so-bright brain reacted faster than ever before.

The other person simply hid their face in the shadows and spoke apologetically:
"I'm sorry, I'm a police informant."

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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.

"What a show!"

In the woods of the park, a dark shadow witnessed the Metropolitan Police Department's 'entrapment' operation and couldn't help but marvel.

Having all the Devil Fruit abilities, Akizuki Ritsu was naturally no match for the prisons that held ordinary people; but he did not underestimate the government of this world because of this, as it turned out that the Metropolitan Police Department was not a fool and easily obtained the 'intelligence' they wanted.

Qiu Yuelu could be the 'mastermind' behind the scenes.
It was simply due to a dimensional reduction attack by supernatural forces.

As Devil Fruit abilities are developed, various combinations can be made, making immortality and even the creation of worlds a possibility!

But once its true nature is revealed: it can't even withstand a nuclear bomb, yet it dares not eat beef?
"No rush, let me play with you guys for a bit first~~"

The shadows in the darkness vanished as if they had never existed.

The Shadow-Shadow Fruit's 'Shadow Mage' ability is best suited for playing tricks and deception in the early stages of the game.

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.

Nakano Ward is a mixed bag.
Although it's not as rife with yakuza as Adachi Ward, there are still plenty of thugs—and some of them aren't as 'harmless' as Eguchi or Ken.

Especially in the last two years, the island nation's economy has been declining, and the frequent reports of "random killings" offer a glimpse into this situation. Many reckless individuals, with a "what's the use" attitude, are "hunting" everywhere with a celebratory spirit. For example, deep in a small alley:
"save"

Bang!
He punched the girl hard in the face, silencing her cries for help.

"Haha, a good day!"

The thug riding on the girl tore open her school uniform shirt while impatiently starting to unbuckle his belt.

"Hey, you guys hurry up—"

Another thug standing nearby, holding a phone, spoke up, clearly annoyed.
"Damn it, you lost the draw! Next time it's your turn to keep watch!"

"Hehehe, we'll draw lots again next time."

The third thug, who was choking another girl by the neck and pinning her against the wall, grinned lewdly.

"Make me look handsome in the photos,"

"Cut the nonsense!"

It is clear that this is a crime.

The victims were two girls, and the perpetrators were four thugs.

As long as a video is taken, most victims will swallow their anger; after all, they still have decades to live, so they'll just treat it as being bitten by a dog, and if all else fails, they'll move away. Not everyone has the courage and ability to fight back, otherwise there would be no oppression in the world.

"Simple reasoning."

The girl who was being choked and pinned against the wall

There was no pleading or crying; instead, he reached out his hand to the side in resentment, seemingly wanting to grab his friend who was being pinned to the ground.

Damn it, we were careless.

The weapons were all in the backpack, and they were subdued before they could even take them out.

Without weapons, the inherent differences between men and women become an insurmountable chasm!
"Hey, hey, hey, are you calling for help from your companions?"

The sound in front of her did not make the short-haired girl's gaze shift at all; all she could see was her friend, and her friend's miserable appearance.

kill!

Kill these guys!
After this is over, we'll definitely find a chance to kill them!
'Heh, not bad eye.'

'Then I will grant you the power to rebel—no, the power to dominate.'

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Snapped,

The next second, the short-haired girl, who was about to lose her ability to resist due to lack of oxygen, suddenly raised her hand and grabbed the other person's wrist.

"Huh? Still resisting—"

Click!

Amidst the ear-piercing tearing sound, the thug stared blankly at his hand: his forearm was suddenly twisted at a ninety-degree angle, and half of the white, broken bone pierced through the flesh and was exposed to the air.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!" A piercing scream suddenly echoed through the alley.

"It's so noisy,"

Next second,
A slender hand slapped his cheek.

Baga,

His head suddenly swung to the side, and a piece of flesh flew out, hitting the wall with a thud before slowly falling back down.

Teeth encased in blood and gore serve as proof of their identity:
It was actually a section of a human jawbone!
thud,

The thug, his neck stretched out, lay on the ground, blood flowing down his missing jaw.

???

This sudden turn of events caused both the thugs who were pinning down the girl named 'Asari' and the thugs who were filming with their phones to instinctively turn around.

brush----

The girl's leg, which lashed out like a whip, struck the neck of the thug who was pinning her friend down.

Snapped!
A sphere flew straight out.
Before the body, its severed neck spurting blood, could fall, the girl immediately lunged at the thug holding the phone.

"you,"

Before he could even utter the words "Don't come any closer," a palm strike landed squarely on his neck.

click,

In a flash,

The thug's neck,
It snapped suddenly at a horrifying angle, and it was clear that it wouldn't survive.

"Weird. Monster!"

All of this was witnessed by the thug who was keeping watch at the alley entrance and returned after hearing the screams.

Faced with this monster disguised as a young girl, his survival instinct made him turn and run!

逃、

As long as you escape to the streets—

brush,

The next second, two arms reached out from behind and grabbed the thug's head from both sides.

Click!

With a rub of his hands, the head in his palm suddenly turned 360 degrees!
The thugs—no, the thugs' corpses—who had already run to the alley entrance were dragged back into the darkness.

Boom,
Drop the corpse in your hands,
"Oh,"

The corners of his mouth slightly raised,

The girl, who was wreaking havoc, showed no signs of discomfort.

Although she didn't know why her strength had suddenly increased, even without this power, she would never let these scumbags get away with it: How dare they hurt Asari, I'll kill you all!
"No, that's not right."

He quickly raised his hand and forcefully suppressed the upturned corners of his mouth.

"We're not happy, we're not joyful, and we didn't want this to happen, Dad!"

Standing amidst the mangled corpses, the girl repeatedly denied it all.

"I'm not a serial killer, you all forced me to do this."

Snapped,

Just as the short-haired girl came to her senses and clutched her head in denial of reality, a figure pulled her into an embrace.

"It's over, it's all over, Yamoto."

The familiar voice and gentle embrace brought the short-haired girl back to her senses.

"Simple reasoning?"

"Um,"

A girl with tattered school uniform and braids comforts her friend by holding her close.

"It's alright now,"

"Where is the hero wielding the axe?"

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"He saved us, and we didn't even have a chance to thank him before he left."

He gently patted the short-haired girl's 'Asari' and looked around curiously.

?

"Ah, yes, yes."

The short-haired girl, called 'Yamoto,' stammered in agreement.
"We were saved thanks to that hero."

As she spoke, her legs buckled, and she staggered back a step to the side.

click,

He trampled the blood-soaked phone into pieces.

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.

Nakano Ward Police Station
"Ishikawa Yamoto?"

"Yes,"

The short-haired girl sat obediently in the chair.
With her hair falling to her shoulders, delicate features, and slender limbs, she was a typical female college student: if there was anything special about her, it was probably her high level of attractiveness.

as well as:

“We found these in your backpack.”

Steel plate, kitchen knife, stun gun!

The girl named Yamoto calmly explained the items placed on the table:

"I'm very sorry, but because we are from a single-parent family, we are used to carrying some self-defense tools with us. Please believe me, we have never used them."

Are you from Kansai?

"Yes,"

The girl lowered her eyes.

The verbal tic of using the word "us" is one of her few "happy" memories.

"Okay, could you recount what happened to you tonight?"

"Can,"

The young girl, Yamoto, calmly began to narrate:
At 9:40, Asari and I were walking in Arai-cho 3-chome when we were suddenly dragged into an alley by four thugs.

Then, she gave the same story as Asari: a passing 'hero' saved them; the man was wielding a sharp axe, killed several thugs, and then left.

"That's nonsense!"

In the police station's monitoring room, several members of the "violent group" couldn't help but roll their eyes.

"What kind of strong man could knock a person's head off?"

It's not a chopping motion, but a striking motion!

All four thugs died from the impact of the immense force, dying instantly from the blow!
Especially the one who fell at the alley entrance, whose head was rotated 360 degrees around his neck! Even Tyson would break out in a cold sweat at that brute force.

"After all, they are just two female college students. What kind of reason could they come up with in such a short time?"

Another captain of the "violent" team subconsciously took out a cigarette from his pocket;

After thinking about it, he stuffed it back in; there might be a battle coming up.

"Chief Inspector Miyako, what do you think?"

"The situation is already very clear,"

The policewoman in the kimono narrowed her eyes as her gaze fell on the tablet in her hand.

“It was done by some ‘supernatural being’ that was just passing by. Send someone to take them back and give them a good talking to.”

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"Chief Superintendent—"

"This is an order!"

squeak,

The police car stopped in front of a cluster of cheap apartments.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Ishikawa; this is all due to the dereliction of duty on our part as the Metropolitan Police Department."

Upon hearing the words of the policewoman who had taken him home, Ishikawa Yamoto shook his head slightly.

There will always be scum in this world, and—

"Please call me Yamoto."

Normally, only close friends or family members call each other by name: the short-haired girl made this request simply because she disliked the surname 'Ishikawa'.

"Ah, okay, Ms. Yamoto."

The policewoman was taken aback, then suggested:
"I'll take you up."

"No need,"

Refusing the police escort, the girl walked into the cheap apartment alone, took out her key, and opened the door.

After closing the door, the girl turned on the light and went to the refrigerator first:

Open the refrigerator: nothing has changed, hands clasped together.

"We're back, Dad."

(End of this chapter)