Zongman I fight weirdness in everyday world

Wearing a crimson Great Tengu mask and elaborate white attire, Yagami Tsuki observed below with binoculars, softly speaking.

"10… 20… Just around the museum, there are probably close to a hundred members of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. If we enter inside, we'll encounter even more obstacles."

Hearing Yagami Tsuki use the word 'obstacles' instead of 'enemies,' Yozora said nonchalantly.

"Why not just kill them all?"

"Kill them all? That won't do."

Yagami Tsuki's brow furrowed beneath the mask, his tone uncharacteristically firm, no longer with a smiling demeanor.

"The members of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, while obstacles to our operation, are not evil people and cannot be killed."

"Oh, then I won't kill them, ba."

Hearing Yozora's indifferent tone, Yagami Tsuki was first taken aback, then shook his head with a wry smile.

"Yozora-kun, when will your testing of me end? Haven't I said, I punish the guilty, but only the guilty. This is the justice in my heart."

"I see."

Yozora nodded noncommittally.

The current Yagami Tsuki, although possessing the ability of soul manifestation, is completely unlike the Yagami Tsuki from the original storyline who possessed the Death Note and aspired to become the god of the new world in personality.

Or rather.

This is Yagami Tsuki's original personality.

The Death Note, a weapon of causality that doesn't require any personal cost, where one only needs to write a name and recall the target's face to take their life, is simply too terrifying.

The most terrifying thing is not the Death Note itself.

But rather, in using this ability and writing name after name, the user's attitude towards life gradually becomes indifferent.

Killing becomes devoid of any feeling, like eating and drinking.

Imperceptibly, it changes the user's attitude towards the lives of others.

Therefore, Yagami Tsuki became the way he was in the original storyline.

But now it's different.

Yagami Tsuki's Soul Incarnation, Emperor Sutoku, represents his hatred and disgust for this corrupt world, and his desire to punish the evil with violence, bloodshed, and cruelty.

Emperor Sutoku himself is a part of his heart.

The will of soul manifestation awakened when facing his true self will not be easily changed.

Yagami Tsuki would naturally not agree to killing innocent members of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.

Of course, he could also sense it.

Whether in Kyoto or Tokyo, during the operation, Yozora had been testing him.

"Speaking of…"

Yagami Tsuki turned to look behind him, sighing helplessly as he gazed at the black railings beside Sakurajima Mai and the others.

"I remember the last time I rode this Pale Ghost Hand, there didn't seem to be any railings, right?"

Yozora replied matter-of-factly.

"Yeah, newly developed feature."

"I believe you, my foot."

At this moment, Futaba Rio looked at the continuous torrential rain, her eyes beneath the bone-white mask revealing a thoughtful expression.

"However, judging from the intensity of the rain, traffic conditions will definitely be greatly affected. Perhaps many sections of the road are blocked."

"Even if the alarm inside the National Museum is triggered and the Metropolitan Police Department sends reinforcements, it will take a lot of time to get here."

"In other words, we only need to consider the members of the Metropolitan Police Department in this area."

"Next, we need to consider how to break through the defense line of the Metropolitan Police Department and enter the National Museum…"

Just as Futaba Rio was saying this, Yozora slowly stood up from his original position on the edge of the Pale Ghost Hand, stretched languidly, and smiled.

"Where to enter from? Naturally, it's most logical to enter from a direction with no defense."

"No defense?"

Futaba Rio frowned slightly.

"How is that possible? Yagami-kun just observed, and there are members of the Metropolitan Police Department patrolling in all directions…"

Halfway through her sentence, Futaba Rio froze.

She thought of a direction where the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department had not set up any defense…

That is…

"A hero appears!"

Amidst the shocked gazes of Sakurajima Mai, Yotsuya Miko, and Futaba Rio, Yozora, wearing a black coat and a pure black mask, said with a chuckle.

The next second, he jumped straight off the edge of the Pale Ghost Hand, leaving behind only a trail of black afterimages.

That's dozens of meters in the air!

Yagami Tsuki was also stunned by the sight, followed by a strange fanaticism and excitement in his scarlet eyes.

"As expected, it's still the most…"

Saying this, he also jumped off the floating Pale Ghost Hand.

"Interesting when acting with Yozora-kun!"

Futaba Rio, Yotsuya Miko, and Sakurajima Mai looked at each other, all with only one thought in their minds.

These two people…

Are both crazy, right?

Sakurajima Mai shook her head helplessly, squatted down, patted the palm of the Pale Ghost Hand, and said softly.

"Follow their trajectory and descend slowly."

The middle finger of the Pale Ghost Hand tapped, meaning the same as a human nod, and then slowly descended towards the ground.

At the same time, below the ground.

"Boom!!!"

Feeling the ground trembling and hearing this sudden loud noise, the expressions of the members of the Metropolitan Police Department changed.

"What happened?"

"Alert, alert!"

"An intruder?"

…

The members of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department immediately drew their pistols from their waists, turned around, and looked in the direction of the sound.

When they saw the scene in front of them clearly, they were all dumbfounded.

Above the Tokyo National Museum, a cloud of dust had been stirred up.

The roof of the originally solemn building even had scattered rubble remaining.

"This is…"

The on-site commander of the Metropolitan Police Department was stunned, muttering to himself.

"An… airstrike?"

On the other side, below the large hole in the center of the museum, fine cracks had appeared on the marble floor.

Yozora, wearing a black coat, knelt on one knee on the ground, slowly raising his head, a white smiley face appearing on his black mask.

"Perfect landing."

"Really perfect?"

Yagami Tsuki, wearing a Great Tengu mask and with bird-like wings growing from his back, slowly landed beside him.

Hearing the sharp, piercing alarm in his ear and seeing the surrounding mess, Yagami Tsuki couldn't help but sigh helplessly.

"Your commotion is too big. Aren't we here to steal something?"

"What do you mean steal? What do you mean steal? The Mikazuki Munechika was originally ours."

"Okay, I'll change the word. Aren't we here to return something to its original owner?"

"Of course."

Yozora stood up straight, patted the white dust on his coat, and pointed forward.

"So, we've already found our target this time."

Yagami Tsuki looked in the direction he was pointing and saw a beautifully crafted tachi lying silently in a glass display case.

"That's the famous sword… Mikazuki Munechika…"

Yagami Tsuki stared at the tachi lying in the display case, praising softly.

"As expected, I can feel the powerful spiritual power emanating from it."

Yozora glanced at the wings on Yagami Tsuki's back.

"You've already mastered the ability of soul manifestation fusion. You have a high talent."

Yagami Tsuki replied with a smiling tone.

"I'm still far behind you."

Yagami Tsuki's observational skills were outstanding. Through Yozora's seemingly abstract, chuunibyou-like heroic entrance, he obtained an important piece of information.

The straight-line distance from the high altitude where everyone was standing just now to the Tokyo National Museum was approximately fifty meters.

At such a long distance, Yagami Tsuki could not feel any spiritual power fluctuations.

But Yozora was able to accurately determine which one was the Mikazuki Munechika under the circumstances that so many spiritual objects were placed in the National Museum, and directly landed in front of this famous sword.

Proving that the other party is not just powerful.

His ability to sense spiritual power is also above his own.

"Sigh… really, do you always have to make it so flashy…"

Futaba Rio jumped down from the floating Pale Ghost Hand, made a habitual gesture of pushing up her glasses, and looked at Yozora.

"You should understand that if things get too big and cause fear among the public, it will also cause unpredictable changes in the Reverse Side, right?"

"I naturally understand this."

Yozora nodded, then said meaningfully.

"But unpredictable, that's not necessarily true."

"This is… Mikazuki Munechika…"

Yotsuya Miko walked slowly to the display case, looking at the Mikazuki Munechika lying quietly in the transparent glass, her golden eyes revealing unprecedented anticipation and joy.

Both are professional exorcists who use swords to fight.

To be honest, Yotsuya Miko had long wanted to get a famous sword that could match her current strength after seeing Yozora's Onimaru Kunitsuna.

However, on the one hand, she was unwilling to trouble everyone.

On the other hand, famous swords are not something you can have just because you want them.

But now…

The Mikazuki Munechika, one of the Five Great Swords of Japan… is right in front of her.

"The glass is bulletproof…"

Futaba Rio walked closer, looked at the transparent display case, and said softly.

"Hone-Onna, take action."

"Okay."

As Futaba Rio's voice fell, Hone-Onna, wearing a kimono, appeared behind her, extending several pale bone thorns from her wide robe, continuously stabbing at the same spot on the display case glass.