Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

When Masami Kawazu showed signs of arguing, the waiter turned his eyes away. Light food restaurants like their cafes and tea shops want a quiet atmosphere, although he will not drive the guests out rudely. That would be very troublesome for him and others, but he was ready to go up and persuade them to leave when they quarreled.

But it looks like it won't be noisy.

When the two stood up and were about to leave, the waiter breathed a sigh of relief. If they wanted to quarrel, it would be better to go outside, and it would be okay to fight.

But just when he was about to send the two away respectfully, a scene with a sense of separation from reality appeared.

The woman with heavy makeup suddenly spun into the sky and flew into the wall, flesh and bones were all embedded in the wall, and the smell of coffee all over the room was instantly washed into an indescribable smell by the smell of blood.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The waiter screamed and stepped back quickly, swinging his arms and knocking down the coffee machine on the table. The hot coffee carried a strong aroma, making the smell in the room "colorful".

"ah!!!"

"Killed, run away!!"

"quick!"

There were screams that pierced the eardrums in the cafe, and customers rushed out in horror.

The front entrance of the small cafe turned into a damp cockroach nest. When the drawer full of cockroaches was opened, black masses poured out, and all disappeared after a few seconds.

The waiter fell to the ground and hid under the cashier in horror. The boss who was still grinding coffee just now had a very good mentality.

He gritted his teeth, and pressed the emergency hotline with great dedication. This is a device that has never been pressed in their shop. If he could, he would never want to press this button for the rest of his life.

Takeo Moribe stood where he was. He rearranged the cuff of his right hand with his left hand. He used too much force just now and accidentally broke the button of the cuff.

Killed a human and messed up the cuff of his right hand.

The screams of all kinds of people merged into a torrent, and the screams passed by his ears ferociously, but all of them were deaf to the guards.

"call."

Takeo Moribe gently picked up the coffee cup on the table with his right hand, and blew away the hot air from the coffee with his mouth that never speaks well.

In fact, considering his physique, this temperature is not considered hot, but although his body has changed, some habits still persist.

After slowly drinking a cup of coffee, Takeo Moribe closed his eyes, savoring the last remaining fragrance with his tongue and mouth.

The people in the cafe had already run away, and part of Manami Kawazu's body on the wall slowly fell to the ground. The street outside was in chaos, and the escaped people caused a chain reaction of panic.

"How much is this?"

The cashier hiding under the cashier counter was startled by the sudden sound. He recognized that it was the voice of a murderer. It was low and slow, and he would never forget this voice in his life.

The cashier trembled and did not dare to make a sound.

"How much is this?"

The voice repeated itself.

Seeing that the other party did not leave, the cashier said weakly: "Free...free."

"It's not good, I'll pay for it."

"Then, then two thousand and two hundred, no, today's half price discount, and I'll give you a fraction, you two... a total of 1,000 yen."

It's better not to give change, just give the money and leave, this great god!

The cashier stretched out a finger from under the table and poked out his head weakly.

"Okay." Takeo Moribe took out a 1,000-yen note with Natsume Soseki from his wallet, and placed it gently and neatly on the counter.

"Thank you for the hospitality."

"You... walk slowly."

The waiter didn't dare to take a closer look at the man in front of him, but from the first glance, the man seemed to be no different from a normal person, but in the dimness, he seemed to be able to see the phantom of some animal behind him.

On the street outside the Central District, two patrol policemen walked side by side.

"I heard that you went on a blind date recently?" The older police officer held his baton in his hand.

"Ah, this...is it inevitable? The family members are anxious to force me to go."

"Indeed, you are twenty-six, it's time to get married."

"Senior, isn't twenty-six too old?"

While the two patrolling policemen were chatting and laughing, loud screams suddenly sounded from the street ahead.

"What happened in front?"

The two patrol police trotted forward while touching the wooden sticks at their waists.

After running a few steps, the communicator suddenly rang.

"Zobo, Zobo." The policeman on duty in Jiaofan shouted anxiously through the communicator.

"exist."

"There is an emergency alarm at the Blue Echo Café in 4-chome, please go and see what's going on."

"We're already going."

The two of Saeki are now at 4-chome, and the Blue Echo Cafe is the sign in front of it.

The emergency call hotline can only tell the traffic station (police | station) that there is a situation in the store, but as to whether there is a robbery or other incidents, there is no clear feedback, but it can be concluded that it is definitely not such a trivial matter as a customer dispute.

"Killed!"

Amidst the uproar on the street, the two patrolling policemen heard the words that shocked them, murder?

Murder in the streets of Osaka, which is full of people and bustling on weekends, is an extremely vicious public security case! Is this a repeat of the indiscriminate killings in Akihabara in Osaka?

Although the Akihabara Indiscriminate Incident ten years ago had few deaths, the impact was very bad. It caused a great sensation at the time. Special ethnic groups equal criminal reservists.

Two police officers with batons saw Takeo Moribe standing in front of the cafe.

When everyone was running away in panic, the calm Takeo Moribe looked very eye-catching. Isn't this declaring himself a criminal?

Even though there was no murder weapon in the guard's hands, the two patrol policemen stopped cautiously, holding batons, and approached cautiously.

It is unlikely that the prisoner would draw out a gun. They did not hear the gunshot when they were patrolling. What they were afraid of was that the man had a murder weapon in his clothes, such as a fruit knife and a small axe. With the wooden sticks in their hands, they might not be able to deal with them. The two of them are not masters of swordsmanship. They have only learned a little bit of swordsmanship in normal times, but they are better than ordinary people.

The police system of the island country attaches great importance to the kendo level of the members. In addition to the historical legacy, one of the practical reasons is that ordinary police officers only wear batons when they are on duty, and batons are similar to wooden swords and plain vibrating sticks. It is also versatile in action. In the case of not being able to use guns at will, it is necessary to practice swordsmanship (stick technique).

Standing in front of the store, Takeo Moribe looked down at the time on his phone. It was still early and the sun was just right.

He turned and walked towards the two patrolmen.

"!"

Seeing the suspected suspect walking towards the two of them, the patrol policeman clenched his wooden stick and shouted: "Squat down where you are, and raise your hands!"

Illusion activated!

"Nothing happened." Takeo Moribe walked forward steadily, with chakra gushing out from his body, "The sun is just right today, everything is as usual."