A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 28 Breakup
at the same time,

The Metropolitan Police Department headquarters under the cover of night.

A bald boy walked out of the building, looking weak and listless.

After being tricked into giving 'testimony', he was subjected to formal 'interrogation' treatment; how could an ordinary teenager withstand such treatment?
In the end, he bowed to reality and poured out everything he knew, even if it was just a brief glimpse.

"estuary?!"

"Boss Jiang Kou, you—"

As soon as he stepped outside the Metropolitan Police Department, a group of teenagers came up to him, looking at their 'boss' in shock: the boy's proud pompadour had vanished without a trace, leaving only his dark blue scalp.

"I'm fine,"

Jiang Kou, who had been repeatedly 'interrogated' during this period, forced a smile and mustered his spirits.

"Please come and pick me up."

"What are you talking about?"

"We're friends!"

Just as these men and women were shouting, a hesitant voice rang out from behind the bald man's "Jiang Kou".

"estuary,"

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"It's you."

How dare you show your face here?

"Jian, we misjudged you, you bastard!!"

Another figure in a police uniform walked out of the Metropolitan Police Department.

The young men and women who came to "welcome" him immediately changed their expressions and began to curse.

But all they did was yell: This is the entrance to the Metropolitan Police Department, and the other party is dressed in 'black leather,' so they wouldn't dare to lay a hand on us here.

"I'm sorry, Eguchi."

Pulling down his hat brim, the boy in the police uniform was none other than the blond-haired "Ah Jian".

of course,

His hair has now been dyed back to black.

"You know, there's no future in continuing like this, so..."

These students, who attend public schools and spend their days riding motorcycles and skipping classes to play around, have less than a one in ten thousand chance of passing even the most basic "three types of assessments." After graduation, they either work odd jobs at convenience stores or do "temporary labor," belonging to the lowest rung of society.

So the blond guy named 'Ah Jian' is determined to seize this opportunity: to become a 'socialite' in one leap!

brush,

A raised hand interrupted his explanation.

"I understand."

Having lost his signature "airplane head" hairstyle and now sporting a bald head, Eguchi turns around to face his former best friend.

"Then this is the end of our relationship: I wish you a promotion and great wealth—"

The bald boy exaggeratedly bent over and wrapped his arms around the waist twice.

"Officer Jian."

Farewell, my dearest friend.

"traitor,"

"Eat shit!"

The others started cursing again.
"Don't let us see you, Blackie!"

Even the girl who once sat on the back of the blond guy's motorcycle gave him the middle finger.

Let's go!

"What bad luck!"

As a group of teenagers rode away on motorcycles, the boy 'Ken' standing in front of the Metropolitan Police Department sighed.

"Feel sorry,"

We had a lot of fun playing together, but eventually we had to face life.

"Inspector A-Jian supplemented,"

A police inspector, known for his violent tendencies, walked out of the Metropolitan Police Department and patted the boy on the shoulder.

"Don't be discouraged, you did the right thing—we, the Metropolitan Police Department, represent 'justice'."

"Yes, senior."

Ah-Jian cherishes the opportunity to enter the Metropolitan Police Department without taking the exam by 'betraying' his friend.

Under normal circumstances, he would never be able to pass the police exam in his entire life: let alone start as a 'police inspector'?
In this way, at home
No one will say he's a freeloader anymore!

"Let's go, we have a new case: you come with me for now."

With the frequent occurrence of 'supernatural cases,' all the officers in the Metropolitan Police Department involved are busy: gathering information, investigating crime scenes, and preparing for action. Other officers, whoever has even a hint of the situation, avoid it like the plague.

When those supernatural beings make their move, corpses litter the ground!
While we don't say that police officers are just coasting along, we all have families and households: who would want to die young in the line of duty?
"Take it easy, even though it's a bit dangerous."

The violent police inspector comforted his teenage colleague named Ah-Jian.

"At least the treatment is good."

The salary is the highest level, and the attendance fee is three times the normal rate; without such a generous reward, most of the police officers involved would have resigned long ago.

"Um,"

He straightened his police cap again.
Ah Jian glanced into the night as his friends disappeared.

"Everything I did was right."

It must be correct!
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Rat-a-tat-tat-boom!
The modified exhaust pipe emitted a tremendous noise.

Motorcycles sped past, quickly leaving Chiyoda, passing through Shinjuku and Nakano wards, and returning to their 'old nest' Nerima ward.

"That bastard, Ah Jian."

"Don't mention that guy, Brother Eguchi. Where to go next?"

When asked by his other 'partners', the bald-headed Eguchi waved his hand.

"You should all go home and rest."

"Varied--"

"I'm fine, really."

He interrupted his companions' concerned words and smiled.

"It's the middle of the night, and everyone's been running around doing things for me, it's really—"

After getting off the motorcycle, Jiang Kou bowed ninety degrees to the crowd.

"Grateful."

"Don't do that, boss."

"Actually, we didn't do anything,"

"Although I like to tease you sometimes, it's not like I'd be like this without you."

The boys and girls all spoke up to offer their advice, and the atmosphere suddenly became heavy.

slap slap slap,

"Alright, everyone go back to sleep."

Finally, it was the girl in the long school uniform who clapped her hands.

"Give Jiang Kou some private space." As A-Jian's ex-girlfriend and the group's 'number three', she had spoken up, so the others naturally couldn't say much.

As the roaring motorcycles drove away, Jiang Kou, sporting a bald head, also mounted his own motorcycle. Instead of revving the engine, he slowly drove along the moonlit road.

Soon, fewer and fewer vehicles appeared on the road, eventually disappearing altogether, leaving only the light from the solar streetlights shining on the winding road.

Before he knew it, Jiang Kou had habitually ridden his bike to the top of a small hill.

"here it is?"

Yes, this is their 'territory'.

Looking around the bald head of the river, this mountain road, because of its extreme bends, has been abandoned for many years and is the favorite place for these 'hiking tribes'.

No notes, no teachers, no homework, no worries: it's as if the whole world belongs to them!
Youth, passion, aspirations, and the future.
"Ha, it's all fake."

The experiences of the past few days have made the boy named 'Jiangkou' come to terms with reality.

My best friend, whom I thought I could talk to about anything, easily betrayed me; secrets I thought I would never reveal, I confessed without hesitation under interrogation by the Metropolitan Police Department.

"Our friendship is neither unbreakable nor is my foundation as solid as I imagined."

The bald boy turned off the motorcycle and stood in the night wind, a bitter smile on his face.

It's time to wake up from your youthful dreams.

brush--

"Ok?"

Just as Guangtoujiangkou was feeling melancholy and sorrowful, a dark figure sped over.

The other party seemed surprised to encounter someone in the middle of the night in this desolate mountain.

"Ah, you are—"

Turning his head and seeing who it was, Eguchi opened his mouth in surprise.

"Mr. Ninja!"

?

"you know me?"

The ninja in black clothes and pants sharpened his eyes, and his hand was already on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

In just 0.1 seconds, this boy's bald head could fall to the ground!
“We met in Setagaya Ward,”

Jiang Kou pointed to himself, making a comical "airplane head" hairstyle by clasping his hands above his head.

"Thank you for saving me."

That biker gang boy?
Machii Isao, hiding behind the black cloth, recalled that when he was watching the 'Kamaitachi siblings' fight against the 'American army,' he did indeed casually save a boy.

No, he said he was saving someone; actually, the real reason was just that he had an itch to chop something.

Kill?
"Mr. Ninja, be careful, the Metropolitan Police Department is investigating you."

The knife, which was already ready to be drawn, paused in its sheath because of the bald boy's urgent words.

"Oh,"

"how do you know?"

In response to the ninja in black clothes asking a question, Eguchi smiled wryly and pointed to the top of his head.

"I was just released from the Metropolitan Police Department."

"Feel sorry,"

Feeling ashamed that he had failed to keep his 'savior's' secret, Eguchi bowed deeply.

"I have given all the information about you to the police."

interesting,

"Tell me, what exactly happened?"

They ran to the Asaka Air Base in neighboring Saitama Prefecture and killed thirty American soldiers.

After enjoying the hail of bullets as the 'Heisei Sword Saint,' he never expected to run into an 'acquaintance' on his way home.

And it's all connected to him: even people involved in the Metropolitan Police Department's investigation—is it a twist of fate, or an opportunity?

It wasn't his opportunity, but the other party's.

The Heisei Sword Saint, who has recently been researching 'supernatural powers', had an idea come to mind.

"Yes, that day, I was caught by two patrol officers."

The bald-headed boy, Jiang Kou, had no idea that he had already circled the gates of hell several times. As he recalled, he recounted the events that had happened during this period.

"Because I accidentally let something slip, I was arrested by the police. Then came the interrogation—"

He's just an ordinary teenager, how could he possibly withstand it?
The 'foundation' of the once-proud biker gang,
Along with the pompadour hairstyle,
It was easily destroyed by professional criminal police.

"That's how it is, I'm sorry, Mr. Ninja."

Machii Isao, hidden behind a black cloth, narrowed his eyes at the apologetic bow of the bald boy before him.

"It doesn't matter,"

"Why should I fear others when I do what I'm told?"

After receiving supernatural powers from his 'grandmaster', Machii Isao understood that he should live like a true sword saint: to live and die under the sword!

"Little guy, it seems we have some kind of connection. Would you like to learn 'ninjutsu' from me?"

???

The topic jumped so abruptly that Jiang Kou, under the moonlight, didn't even have time to react.

"Aren't you happy about it?"

"No, no, no, it's just, it's just—"

The other person's voice jolted Jiang Kou back to his senses, as if a cold blade were scraping across his skin.

"Am I too old for my age?"

He's already 18 years old.

Just started learning ninjutsu and stuff.
"It's not too late,"

"Tyson trained for only one year before competing at the age of 14; with perseverance and persistence, you too can break through the limits of human potential."

He spoke casually, but to the 'Heisei Sword Saint,' the bald boy in front of him was merely an experiment.

He wanted to experiment to see if supernatural forces could be 'spread'!
As for why he didn't seek out his own disciples?

Are you kidding?
Machii Isao is not a hot-blooded young man; he wants to climb to the top step by step. With his current strength, he can dance on the tip of a blade when facing firearms. While the katana is powerful and his proud iaido slash can intercept bullets, it is still far from being able to withstand physical attacks.

If one were to be hit by a barrage of rifle fire, it would be inevitable that one would die on the spot.

Acting with caution is essential.

As for the bald boy in front of them, if it was a 'plan' with ulterior motives, wouldn't it be better to just ambush the army directly?

Given his personality, it's more likely he'd draw his sword and kill someone, rather than doing it for experimental purposes.

"Master, please..."

Since they've already brought this up, which young man hasn't dreamed of wielding a sword?

The bald-headed Jiang Kou immediately knelt down and kowtowed three times.

This is the 'kowtow ceremony' used when people in island nations formally become disciples.
"Please accept my disciple's greeting!"

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.

Oh?
interesting,

Someone in their sleep twitched their eyelids.

This 'Heisei Sword Saint' is quite interesting; he's actually researching the inheritance of supernatural powers.

Let me see~~
(End of this chapter)