A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 67 Today is also a peaceful day.

A long, long time ago,

A wealthy man's wife fell seriously ill. On her deathbed, she called her only daughter to her side and said, "My dear daughter, Mom will always look after you and protect you." Then she closed her eyes and died.

Shashasha,

The quill pen wrote strings of characters on the blank sheet of paper.

A magical scene unfolded: the text on the pages transformed into clear, photographic images, as if a 'demon' were looking down upon the earth from the sky.

Beside the mountains and rivers, a 19th-century European manor appears out of thin air, lifelike: then, during the Industrial Revolution, men and women from Western Europe appear in the manor, and then specks of light fly into the pages of the book and merge into the bodies of these men and women.

The next moment, these people came back to life.

The wealthy merchant's wife was buried in the garden, and the little girl went to her mother's grave to cry every day.

Meanwhile, someone's quill pen continued to write the story: Winter came, and the heavy snow covered her mother's grave with a white blanket; the spring breeze blew away, and the sun removed the silvery coat from the grave; winter passed and spring came, people changed, and the little girl's father married another wife.

The new wife brought her two daughters from her previous marriage.
They are beautiful on the surface, but their hearts are ugly and evil; their arrival marks the beginning of this unfortunate little girl's suffering.

This little girl's name is:
Cinderella!

"And so, the story of Cinderella begins."

Using the Book-Book Fruit to create a 'space', the Art-Art Fruit to generate 'dolls', and then the Soul-Soul Fruit to transform them into 'Homies', it's not difficult to create a 'small world' by combining several Devil Fruits.

They were like gods.

"Brother Lu, dinner's ready."

The little girl Inoue Kaoru's voice rang out from downstairs; she was helping her older sister prepare lunch.

"Okay, here we come."

What gods and demons? I'm just a 'mortal' now.

After closing the book "As I Write," Qiu Yuelu put down her quill pen and went downstairs for dinner.

"That's how it happened,"

In the restaurant, the three of them ate while the older sister, Inoue Kaori, explained the details of the 'case' to Akizuki Ritsu.

"The congressman who framed Lawyer's brother, and the congressman's son, the real killer who ran someone over with his car, have already died in a supernatural disaster."

"The Metropolitan Police Department promised to severely punish those within its ranks who failed in their duties."

"The court has made the same promise, lawyer, look—"

"I don't understand the law,"

Akizuki Ritsu spoke frankly about this.

"Let Kaori decide how to handle this."

These 'accomplices' were all small fry, and Akizuki Ritsu couldn't be bothered with them: given Inoue Kaori's current status, the Metropolitan Police Department and the court certainly wouldn't dare to disobey her.

Why offend a supernatural upstart for the sake of a few corrupt colleagues?
Even your own father wouldn't work this hard.

These guys will definitely not have a good ending: letting them live is torture.

"Today is the day we reunite. Let's not talk about these unhappy things, come on—"

Raising his glass, Akizuki Ritsu made a suggestion.

"cheers!"

"good,"

"Cheers~~"

The three glasses of juice collided together, making a crisp clinking sound.

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Bang! !

at the same time,

Suburbs of Hachioji City

From the dojo nestled in the woods, muffled thuds of flesh colliding could be heard.

The situation remained one-sided, with Eguchi, covered in bandages, being relentlessly attacked by the ninja 'master' dressed in black.

However, unlike before, although Jiang Kou is still getting beaten up, he is now able to actively use his more muscular parts to take the damage; and even in a series of beatings, he can occasionally find time to fight back once or twice.

"good very good!"

They cornered the disciple in the dojo.

The black-clad ninja, who had stopped training, was lavish in his praise.

"You've mastered 'qi' so quickly. I knew I wasn't wrong: you're very talented."

"Hehe, it's all thanks to my master's excellent teaching."

Eguchi doesn't consider himself particularly strong in this regard.

He's still being beaten down by his master.

He completely forgot that he had almost met his great-grandmother after being punched once.

"Excessive humility is arrogance,"

"Knowing yourself is also one of the essential conditions for becoming strong."

With satisfaction, Machii Isao patted Eguchi on the shoulder, looking very pleased beneath the black cloth.

Sure enough, the 'training method' he researched was reasonable.

Unfortunately, the one at home has absolutely no talent!
Thinking of this, Machii Isao, dressed as a black ninja, glanced almost imperceptibly at a corner of the dojo.

"Come,"

After Jiang Kou rested for a while, a long, sheathed sword was thrown at him.

Snapped,

Eguchi, his head wrapped in bandages, caught the weapon with a puzzled look in his eyes.

"Master, what is this?"

"My specialty is swordsmanship."

Machii Isao, dressed as a black ninja and carrying a long sword, stood on the opposite side of the river mouth.

"Today, I will teach you our sect's secret technique: 'Iaijutsu without external flow'!"

? ! ×2
"But, Master."

Eguchi, holding the long sword, hesitated before raising his hand.

"I don't know swordsmanship."

"So let's start learning now,"

Machii Isao's matter-of-fact words instantly erased Eguchi's hesitation.

As a master of kendo, Machii Isao knows very well that while accumulated practice is important, talent is even more important!

He himself is an example. He was able to earn the title of "Heisei Sword Saint" not only through hard training, but also through his superhuman reflexes: just like Tyson, who could sweep everything in the ring after only a few years of boxing training.

They all reached their peak in their twenties, and then focused on maintaining that level.

Although it's cruel, there's no such thing as getting stronger with age in any fighting sport.

Ultimately, skills exist to compensate for 'numerical values'.

If the difference between the values ​​is too large

Any technique is useless.

Just like men and women
"Pay attention to my movements, starting with the way I hold the knife!"

"Yes, Master!"

Jiang Kou wasn't a particularly bright person, but since his master wanted to teach him, he studied diligently.

Time passed by second by second during the teaching session, and Machii Isao became increasingly satisfied.

"really,"

Strong physical attributes are the foundation of everything.

This disciple's strength, speed, and physique far surpass those of ordinary people, so he naturally learns swordsmanship very quickly. As the saying goes, technique is meant to make up for deficiencies in stats, and when stats are sufficient, many flaws in technique will be concealed.

In just a few hours, Jiang Kou had mastered the "no external flow Iaijutsu" technique quite well.

While it can't cut bullets, it can easily cut flying baseballs and BBs.

In other words, he has surpassed the former 'Heisei Sword Saint'.

"You are the best candidate to inherit my mantle!"

"Master, please stop praising me~~"

Scratching his head sheepishly, Jiang Kou, being a young man at heart, immediately patted his chest and assured him.

"Rest assured, I will definitely carry forward your swordsmanship!"

"Yeah, I believe it."

He patted Eguchi on the shoulder, and Machii Isao was also filled with emotion.

What was originally just a casual 'test subject' unexpectedly developed 'qi' and entered the supernatural realm, with its physical fitness improving rapidly.

It would be best if he were to inherit his swordsmanship: great teachers are rare, but outstanding students are equally rare.

The black-clad ninja felt nothing but disappointment at the thought of his daughter, who showed no signs of mastering 'qi'.

"Eguchi, practice hard."

"Yes!"

Jiang Kou was taken aback at first, then straightened his chest.

The master called his name!

This shows that the master truly approves of him as a disciple.

Jiang Kou wasn't particularly bright, but he had an instinctive intuition: his master had previously treated him with coldness and sternness.

And now, it's clear that he carries the expectations of his elders.

I won't let you down!

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Boom~~
A dozen minutes later, Eguchi left the dojo on his motorcycle.

"So that's what Master's style of martial arts is called."

No outflow of Iaijutsu,

Okay, then go back and draw your sword ten thousand times—?!

A sudden flash of cold light swept across from the nearby forest, making Eguchi, who was riding his motorcycle home, snap back to attention.

Pfft

A flash of light,
Something the size of a football shot into the sky.

This is a half-backrest: Eguchi's main job is as a "bosozoku" (motorcycle gang member), so it's normal for his modified motorcycle to have a high backrest.

But now, with the upper half of the backrest sliced ​​off, Jiang Kou, who was leaning back at the limit and lying directly on the motorcycle, had avoided the decapitating blow.

Squeak squeak squeak

The locomotive drew a semicircle on the road, leaving two long scorch marks.

"master?"

Jiang Kou, who had stopped his motorcycle, turned around and saw a figure dressed as a ninja, wearing black clothes, black pants, black glasses, and a mask.

"No, you're not the master!"

The boy, with his head wrapped in bandages, got off the bus and looked serious.

"who are you?"

"Hmph, people can admit their mistakes, but swordsmanship should never be wrong."

Suddenly emerging from the nearby forest, a black-clad figure stood proudly as he swung a knife at Jiangkou, his aged voice questioning.

The swordsmanship he just used was the Mugai-ryu Iaijutsu!
"No external flow of Iaijutsu?"

"Still not right!"

However, simple-minded people like Eguchi often only rely on their own intuition.

"Your swordsmanship is terrible, far inferior to your master's."

"what?!"

The aged voice suddenly rose in pitch, even taking on a sharp edge.

"Alright, I'd like to see that!"

The next second, the opponent charged towards Jiangkou with his sword.

With a flourish of his longsword, the blade flashed like dazzling lightning; the wind whistled through the air, emanating a murderous aura! He truly brought the 'Infinite Flow Iaijutsu' to its fullest potential.

However:
too slow,
In Jiang Kou's eyes,
The opponent's swordsmanship was clear in every move.

In this situation, he only needs to retreat and dodge at will to easily avoid every attack.

"Hey--"

After failing to gain the upper hand for a long time, the opponent's tone became increasingly exasperated.

"Draw your sword! Let me see your Mugai-ryu Iaijutsu!"

?

The strange tone made Eguchi frown slightly.

"You are not worthy to witness my sword."

? !
"Go to hell——"

This answer completely enraged the other party, and the guy disguised as a black-clad ninja suddenly leaped up;

He raised his long sword high above his head and then slashed it down at the river mouth, completely in a life-or-death stance!

The ultimate meaning of Manifestation Flow: Cloud Radiance!

This move can be described as all-out, fierce and unparalleled;
However, when a person jumps into the air, there are many openings, and if the opponent raises their weapon, it is easy to die together!
The opponent's swordsmanship was clearly suicidal; however, the longsword veered slightly at the last moment before slashing down.

From aiming at Eguchi's forehead, it shifted to his shoulder!

However, there is absolutely no need for this, because:
"Iron!"

click,

The bandaged boy lowered his waist and stood still: the long sword that had been aimed at his shoulder with all its might broke on the spot with a crisp sound.

It was as if it had hit an armored vehicle.

? ?
next moment,
A hand covered the face of the black-clad ninja.

"let me see--"

Who dares to impersonate the master!

"female?"

As the face mask was pulled off, Jiang Gu was stunned for a moment;

The face under the mask looked about the same age as her.

(End of this chapter)