Tokyo Gods Only Want Beautiful Priestesses

Carrying a long sword and covered in blood, Ogasawara Yoriko returned wearily to her current residence in Tokyo.

I'm quite interested in quickly guiding Duo Nan, who's currently immersed in revenge. We'll see when we finally have a chance to meet again, since we haven't had the chance before.

Yoriko Ogasawara was momentarily confused by Jingu's words, then shook her head, hesitating over her own thoughts.

When Jingu exposed the long sword in front of her that was disguised as Yoshiga, Ogasawara Yoriko instinctively reached out and touched it.

"You understand! If there's no real reason, then let me tell you in a bad way!"

Under the moonlight, the soaked outer garment offered no protection whatsoever, and the wet hair hung down. Even though the bloodstains on his body had been washed away, his heart was still filled with confusion.

"But revenge only leads to more revenge, and there is no need to find excuses for oneself, to flaunt some petty sense of right or wrong. His hatred is the smallest and worst form of morality."

The figure under the courtyard wall took a couple of bites of an apple and jumped up. Although dressed in women's clothing, the features were delicate like a man's. The front of the garment was slightly open, and the strong rise and fall seemed to indicate whether you were a man or a woman.

Before the demon hunter could finish cleaning up the bloodstains all over his body, he disassembled the hilt, carefully maintained the blade, and reassembled it.

"His knife was faster today; was it because he had no hesitation in his heart?"

"What is he now? With the long horns of a demon and the blood of a demon flowing through his veins, what kind of modifications did we make to him? Did he choose that path because of hatred?"

Beneath the courtyard wall, a figure squatted down, holding an apple in his hand.

What kind of bad argument could you have with a man who has lost a loved one and is on the verge of emotional breakdown?

Even if you talk to them about petty justice, balance, or rules, it's still bad.

Jingu shook his head, his gaze towards the man devoid of pity.

Only Kazuo Kasakahara Yoriko remained, standing there somewhat dazed, gripping the hilt of the knife in her backpack.

"So the worst thing about him is that he's always thinking about these things. These kinds of things are just annoying burdens. Everyone has their own opinions and attitudes. He'll just be bad if he only does what he wants to do."

"master?"

"Who did he meet today? Didn't I say anything to him?"

Holding the long sword in your hand, you reveal an eerie smile to Ogasawara Yoriko.

You drew your well-maintained longsword from in front of Ogasawara Yoriko. The mirror-like surface of the blade reflected the moonlight, which shone on her face, further emphasizing the simplicity of Ogasawara Yoriko's expression.

Discard the clothes that are not yet stained with blood, scoop up a ladle of water, and pour it over your head. The icy hot well water washes away your fatigue and grime.

Midnight,

But the words spoken by the shrine today have shaken you somewhat, making you wonder if you have fallen into some kind of conspiracy.

Jingu's words left Ogasawara Yoriko speechless again: You know how to describe your changes.

For a moment, the courtyard was quiet, until the sound of no one broke the silence.

By uttering a single sentence that leaves Ogasawara Yoriko somewhat bewildered, Jingu temporarily loses interest in you and disappears from your sight.

"To answer your question, Ogasawara, why did you swing your sword faster today? Is something on your mind?"

It seems like I forgot something. Did no one tell me to watch out for someone? Oh well, I'll leave that to you guys to worry about. I don't care.

You would understand, because the joy of losing a loved one is far more important to you than so-called morality or petty matters. Those who can overcome that joy are not ordinary people.

"That's right! What you did was correct! It was something that should have been done! Isn't there anything right about slaying demons and monsters!"

"With demons but no ferocious beasts, and without ferocious beasts but no fellow humans wielding guns, and no other humans who openly suck blood beneath them, what difference is there between demons eating humans and humans eating humans, except that it's more discreet and elegant?"

"He must really want to slay demons and monsters, but shouldn't he first use the knife on his back to slit his own throat? Is he one of the demons now?"

"What good would it do to tell him? Kill, kill, kill! Even if we wipe out all the demons, what good would it do?"

"Ahem, what I mean is, I can understand your grief over losing a loved one, but many things may not be as he imagines. The world outside is very complicated, and even if you talk to him, it won't be clear in a short time."

The words of the shrine during the day still echoed in your mind, perhaps all your actions were meaningless, merely a way to vent your anger. Or perhaps you were simply being used, becoming a weapon in someone else's power struggle.

"He did nothing wrong, and there was nothing wrong with his thinking. It's only natural for people to think about revenge and venting when they experience joy."

"No, Master, is there anything on your mind?"

"Ogasa is good at lying. When he lies, his face doesn't even have the answer written on it yet."

Yoriko Ogasawara felt immense respect and gratitude towards her master who guided her to use the power within her bloodline and to quickly learn martial arts and swordsmanship.

Chapter 167 Rectifying the Mind

"I......"

Just as Ogasawara Yoriko was about to speak, she paused again.

"Master, what exactly is my current state? Ghost? Monster? Or human? I can't tell anymore."

"Does it matter? Human or monster, the most important thing is that it gave us the power to do it, and that's enough. Besides, Raiko, you haven't answered my question yet."

Holding the sword, he stared at Ogasawara Yoriko. Although his master had always been a bit strange, this was the first time he had ever felt this way about her.

It's like when I pick up a sword.

Ultimately, the other person was the one who taught me; it should be said that I am like her.

Thinking about what might happen, Ogasawara Yoriko suddenly felt relieved and stopped thinking so much, speaking frankly and openly.

"Yes, I met my savior today, and he said a few words to me."

"Oh? Who is he?"

The power of natural disasters, which could easily turn into hurricanes and earthquakes, only made Daikasa Yimeng feel a surge of strength. She was certain that these minor demons and gods did not possess such power, which explained why her master allowed her to seek revenge against the evil spirit that killed her father.

"Hehe, I'm really powerful. The continuous natural disasters that happened recently, including the minor eruption of Mount Fuji and the typhoon, were all my doing. I only needed to stretch my fists and feet to make that country tremble like a god."

"He...he must be a good person, right?"

The moonlight seemed to stand still, and the startled deer in the courtyard swayed in the flowing water, instantly creating an eerie atmosphere between the two.

Her eerie eyes were fixed on Ogasawara Yoriko, making your mind a bit chaotic. A jumble of random thoughts flashed through your mind, but they all vanished in an instant, leaving no trace.

"Now that you've given Thin Green to him, its name will be changed according to his wishes, understand? Swords themselves need emotions; everything about them changes depending on the person wielding them."

Even if there is no resentment, it doesn't mean that Ogasawara Yoriko should lose her mind and do something like throwing an egg against a rock.

"hahahahahahahaha!"

Even when you were holding a knife and didn't necessarily intend to kill her because of her betrayal, you still concealed it and clearly conveyed it to Ogasawara Yoriko through your murderous aura.

“Ogasa, when he puts down a knife, he cannot think about anything, whether it’s good or bad, justice or injustice, right or wrong, good or evil. He must become resolute and understand what he really wants and what he is going to do.”

"Yes."

He drew the knife from its sheath again, but this time there was no murderous aura emanating from beneath you.

"Master, what are they planning to do to me now?"

"It's because you think so little that you live a miserable life."

Holding Ogasawara Yoriko's hand, he helped you grip the hilt of the sword, staring intently into your eyes, giving you no room to escape.

"I am your target, a minor enemy standing in your way. Now that the Eight Noble Children have been born, I am the dictator who reigns supreme at the top of that country, greedily devouring everything I desire like a dragon or snake."

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"So it was me, Ogasawara. What a coincidence! Did he know who I was?"

Although Ogasawara Yoriko knew exactly who Jingu was, she was probably not prepared for my stance and was not too surprised. However, she was somewhat surprised that Jingu did not have such a low status.

"But if we kill indiscriminately, without any reason, isn't that indiscriminate killing of innocent people? Shouldn't justice and fairness be the yardstick in our hearts for judging whether to kill or not?"

You spoke very, very reservedly. Ogasawara Yoriko also felt that you were really that reserved, because her master was not like that; he would hide his inner thoughts.

"Do you remember that you never taught me those things, Ogasawara? You always taught me to hold the knife steady and to be mindful of everything around me when you make a cut. You said that if you just try to cut, it will be bad."

“He sees that knife is your beloved knife. It used to have few names, like Spider Cutter or Roaring Maru, but in your hands, you call it Thin Green.”

"His name is Jingu. Does Master know who he is?"

He looked at Ogasawara Yoriko with a satisfied expression, and couldn't help but clap his hands and chuckle.

Before a moment of silence, Ogasawara's master chuckled, his long sword flashing through the air before sheathing it.

Ogasawara Yoriko recalled Jingu's words. Although they seemed somewhat cold-blooded, the fact that he would reach out to save her when they were complete strangers and had no designs on her suggested that he was a kind-hearted person despite his cold exterior.

"Friends can eat people, relatives can eat people, lovers can eat people. If you look closely, that world is just a purgatory of mutual cannibalism and torment."

What exactly do you want to do? Is it to seek justice? Or to get justice for your father? Or is it simply... revenge?

Ogasawara Yoriko's ideas remained conservative, which made your master shake his head with some regret.

"What are you looking at? You're too lazy to think about that kind of thing. That's something your brother should consider. You're just his blade. I tell you to cut off someone's head, and you go."

"So, Ogasawara, now I'll tell you what he really wants to do? He wants to consider these interesting topics and express his purest and truest thoughts."

Ookasa Yimeng was deeply shocked, her mouth slightly agape. Your understanding of that mysterious world is still limited to swords and special demons.

The unexpected answer took Ogasawara Yoriko by surprise. She had thought her master was the kind of cunning and calculating person who had no good plans in mind.

Regardless of the cause—whether it's a particular country, someone else's instigation, or some person or demon—if there's no resentment, then let's just kill them all first!

Her master, holding a knife, paced slowly.

He handed the knife to Ogasawara Yoshiyuki.

Regarding any matter, there is no need to delve into right or wrong, or who is right and who is wrong. At this moment, Ogasawara Yoriko, all you want to do is vent the resentment and fire of revenge in your heart.

But setting aside these questions of right and wrong, good and evil, and before discussing interesting social and political issues, there is naturally only one thing to do.

"That's wrong. In that world, demons eat people, animals eat people, and people themselves eat people."

"You want revenge."

"When he holds a knife, he should understand what he wants to do and what he wants to achieve. The sword is not something that gives him a sense of danger, but a tool for him to satisfy his desires."

In that instant, Ogasawara Yoriko remembered what Jingu had said during the day: There is no need to find excuses for oneself, no need to flaunt justice and fairness, just do what you want to do most.

This is just the character's own perspective; the author is a very good person.

Chapter 168 Resentment