The Tsurugi no Yumi sword is in Atsuta Shrine in Nagoya City, while the Yata no Kagami mirror is in Ise Shrine in Mie Prefecture.
Asking for these two divine artifacts means being able to leave this troublesome Tokyo.
The shrewd Shinto priests and Onmyoji have already figured this out, hence the exceptionally loud pleas.
“Uh…”
Shiroma Shotaro was stunned for a moment by their unified voices before nodding and saying,
“I will apply to the Cabinet about this matter. Please wait a moment.”
Saying so, Shiroma Shotaro went outside the conference room, dialed the Prime Minister’s phone, and hung up with a heavy heart after a short while.
Things were worse than he thought.
The Meteorological Agency had already issued a red alert.
Affected by some unknown force, Mount Fuji was on the verge of erupting at any moment.
In other words, Tokyo could be wiped out at any moment.
Therefore, the Emperor and the Cabinet had already evacuated Tokyo, leaving only the unlucky Kumagai Hiroshi to manage the situation.
“Those damn politicians!!”
After cursing them out in his heart, Shiroma Shotaro returned to the conference room with a grim expression and told the Shinto priests and Onmyoji that His Majesty the Emperor had agreed to their plan.
“Swoosh-swoosh——”
More than half the people in the conference room immediately left.
Sitting in the conference room, Shiroma Shotaro watched these guys hurriedly leave, sighing in his heart.
“Ochiai-kun, the safety of all the citizens of Tokyo now rests on your shoulders.”
…
Rumble——
A pale lightning bolt tore through the night sky. Ochiai’s current situation wasn’t good.
To be precise, his body was being controlled.
The abundant crimson energy filled his body, making him incredibly powerful, but also taking away his control over his own body.
“Four hundred years, I finally waited for this day.”
The nearly insane laughter of Shuten-doji in his mind made Ochiai’s heart sink little by little.
He could only watch helplessly as his blood-fog-shrouded self, looking more like a demon than a human, holding the demon blade Oni-giri, charged towards the Yamata no Orochi.
Boom!!
Crimson sword energy, tens of meters long, surged into the sky, tearing apart the night sky and leaving deep, invisible ravines on the ground.
His body, controlled by Shuten-doji, displayed unprecedented power.
“Roar roar!!”
The Yamata no Orochi on the other side seemed to recognize this ‘acquaintance’. Its eight heads roared, spewing energy flows mixed with thunder and flames.
“Yamata, you’ve been dead for ages, why bother staying in the human world with this little bit of obsession left?”
With Shuten-doji’s laughter, Ochiai’s body, tireless, swung its sword. Any wounds healed instantly.
Finally.
After another blast of crimson sword energy, tens of meters long, one head of the Yamata no Orochi was severed.
Then, the second, the third.
“No, I need to stop this!!”
Ochiai vaguely guessed what Shuten-doji wanted to do at this point.
His face changed drastically as he tried to stop it, but he was utterly powerless.
Boom!!
Another head was severed.
The Yamata no Orochi, with only four heads left, stared ferociously at the human in front of it with golden pupils. Its white serpentine tail behind it, like a divine sword, slashed down, leaving a brilliant white light in the night sky.
Clang!!
The piercing sound of metal clashing echoed through the misty night.
A notch appeared on the surface of the indestructible Oni-giri blade.
“Yes, that’s it.”
Shuten-doji’s laughter became more unrestrained. Controlling Ochiai’s body, he continued to swing his sword. The sharp sword shadows and the Yamata no Orochi’s tail constantly collided, producing violent sparks in the air.
“No, stop, stop!”
Ochiai’s mind was stretched to its limit.
He could only watch helplessly as the notch on the demon blade Oni-giri became more and more numerous, finally shattering into pieces in a violent collision.
“Haha——”
This time, Shuten-doji’s laughter didn’t appear in Ochiai’s mind.
The rolling blood mist surged out from where the demon blade Oni-giri had broken. Soon, the entire sky over Tama River was stained red.
“What is this?!”
From a tall building in the distance, Kuroda Heibei, who was constantly monitoring the situation, gasped and looked rigidly at the red-haired youth who was stretching his body in the rolling blood mist.
“Sir, it’s… it’s Shuten-doji!!”
The police officer next to Kuroda Heibei stammered, his face full of bewilderment.
He didn’t know what else the Metropolitan Police Department could do to save Tokyo in this situation.
Ms. Mouri Ran, Officer Sato, were both unconscious, and now this had happened to Ochiai-san.
Was today the end of Tokyo?
“I know.”
Kuroda Heibei’s heart was also incredibly heavy.
He called the Metropolitan Police Department headquarters and said, “Director Shiroma, our operation has completely failed.”
“…I know.”
After a long silence, Director Shiroma’s low voice came from the phone. He hung up and stood up from the conference room of the Metropolitan Police Department headquarters, walking outside and shouting loudly,
“Inform all police officers to start evacuating the citizens of Tokyo.”
“…”
Hearing this, the high-ranking officials of the Metropolitan Police Department, all with the rank of superintendent at least, looked at each other.
Someone hesitated and asked, “Director Shiroma, is it really this serious? Doing so will cause large-scale panic among the citizens of Tokyo.”
“What do you think?”
Shiroma Shotaro, with a grim expression, was about to tell the superintendent about the seriousness of the situation when Kuroda Heibei called again.
“Kuroda, what else is it?” Shiroma Shotaro’s tone wasn’t good.
“Director Shiroma, Ran-chan woke up.”
Kuroda Heibei’s voice was clearly filled with excitement. “She said that the Sacred Tree just told her there’s still a way to save Tokyo.”
“What way?”
Shiroma Shotaro perked up.
“It’s Abe no Seimei.”
Kuroda Heibei shouted, “As long as we summon this great Onmyoji, we can save Tokyo.”
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