Zongman I fight weirdness in everyday world

In a mere two seconds, the bulletproof glass display case was struck dozens of times at the exact same spot by the bone spikes.

“Crack.”

Accompanied by a crisp sound, cracks began to spread across the glass display case.

Then, with a bang, it shattered into countless fragments on the ground.

Futaba Rio didn't show any joy, only sighed and muttered to herself.

“Should I find a book about the structure of electric drills and study it thoroughly...?”

Futaba Rio had a premonition that although this was only the second time returning an item to its rightful owner,

it definitely wouldn't be the last.

“Mikazuki Munechika…”

Looking at the famous sword within reach, Yotsuya Miko's eyes revealed a hint of nervousness. She took a deep breath, calmed the agitation in her chest, and slowly reached out her right hand to grasp the hilt of Mikazuki Munechika.

In that instant, Yotsuya Miko saw the faint golden spiritual energy particles in the air freeze in place.

The next second.

“Boom!”

Like a roar, only those with spiritual power could hear the sound. The faint golden spiritual energy originally floating in the air, like a surging tide, all converged into the scabbard of Mikazuki Munechika.

“Clang!”

Accompanied by the sound of metal clashing, Yotsuya Miko drew Mikazuki Munechika from its scabbard.

The originally dull and lusterless iron blade, at that moment, emitted a joyful cry as if breaking free from its restraints.

Yotsuya Miko's golden eyes radiated a faint golden light.

The iron blade gradually changed, transforming from its original iron color to a pale gold color, mirroring Yotsuya Miko's eyes, within a few short seconds.

“This is my… Mikazuki Munechika.”

Listening to Yotsuya Miko's soft murmur, Futaba Rio pursed her lips, looking hesitant.

Judging by a single glance, the assessment is complete.

Yotsuya Miko has been infected by Yozora.

What a line, 'my Mikazuki Munechika.'

How could she say such an outrageous thing with such a matter-of-course tone?

But looking at the change in the blade color of Mikazuki Munechika, it's the same as with Onimaru Kunitsuna back then.

Spiritual objects should belong to those with spiritual powers.

By their very nature, they are blades meant to slay evil spirits.

Only in the hands of Overload Society members can Onimaru Kunitsuna and Mikazuki Munechika unleash their true value.

Just then, the police officers from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department rushed in from the entrance, holding firearms.

“Don't move!”

Nearly a hundred dark gun muzzles were aimed at Yozora and his group standing there.

“That's… 'Mask'?”

Seeing Yozora standing there, wearing a black coat and a pure black mask, the members of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department stiffened, then revealed an apprehensive and vigilant expression.

The name "Mask" wasn't just well-known in Kyoto; it resounded throughout the entire Sakura Province.

The live broadcast recording from the television station had spread extremely widely, causing a sensation in Sakura Province and even making headlines in the newspapers.

《Hero who Punishes Serial Killers? Or a Criminal Who Does Whatever He Wants?》

The on-site commander of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, seeing the notorious criminal "Mask" actually appearing here, couldn't help but clench his teeth, his heart heavy.

Why… why would he come here?

Wait a minute.

If he remembered correctly, a few months ago, when the Kyoto Municipal Museum was exhibiting the famous sword Onimaru Kunitsuna, it was also invaded by someone with an unknown identity.

Could it be that the so-called person with an unknown identity at that time was referring to "Mask"!?

Why didn't the Kyoto Metropolitan Police Department warn them in advance, even though they knew that the Tokyo National Museum was exhibiting the famous sword Mikazuki Munechika this time, and that it was highly likely to become "Mask's" target?

It's no wonder that this on-site commander of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department didn't understand.

After multiple incidents, in the eyes of the citizens, Criminal Affairs Bureau Chief Yagami Soichiro, who had repeatedly turned the tide and held real power within the police department, was one of "Mask's" collaborators.

Notify the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department in advance to be careful of "Mask" targeting the famous sword Mikazuki Munechika?

What a joke.

It would be good enough if Yagami Soichiro didn't use his position to pass on confidential information such as the police force situation and shift schedule at the Tokyo National Museum to "Mask."

Warn the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department in advance?

Don't be ridiculous.

“Oh my, don't be like that.”

Faced with the gun muzzles of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department officers, Yozora simply said with a chuckle, raising his hands.

Then, he suddenly made a move that no one present, including the Overload Society members, had expected.

Yozora pointed to Yagami Light standing there, wearing a crimson Tengu mask, and said with a slight smile.

“Seeing that you don't know, I'll give you a heads up.”

“He is 'Kira'.”

Chapter 184: The Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's Full Pursuit, the Haunted Hotel Where Hiratsuka Shizuka Lives

“'Kira'!?”

Hearing this name, the ordinary police officers didn't react much, but the on-site commander of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's expression changed.

Due to the fear of causing panic among the public and bearing the pressure from public opinion, the investigation into the serial death cases during this period was conducted secretly.

And the name “Kira” was the top priority of the investigation.

For this, the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department even invited the world's number one detective.

But he didn't expect to see "Kira" himself here.

As the person involved, Yagami Light was also stunned for a moment when Yozora revealed his true identity.

Then, when he noticed the smiling gaze of the other party, he realized what was happening, turned his gaze back to the police officers, and his scarlet eyes revealed a hint of excitement and madness.

“That's right, I am 'Kira'!”

“Release your resentment, Emperor Sutoku!”

At the moment Yagami Light called out the True Name of his soul, because it was raining and the sky was dark, the police officers holding flashlights saw a huge, terrifying phantom reflected on the wall.

“Whoosh…”

A chilling sigh, completely unlike anything a human could produce, echoed within the Tokyo National Museum.

When the police officers suppressed the fear in their hearts and turned their gazes forward again, they found that "Mask" and "Kira" had disappeared without a trace.

Only Yagami Light's voice, filled with murderous intent, surrounded them, hidden in the darkness and rain.

“Today, all of you will die here.”

Hearing this, the on-site commander's expression changed. Without thinking, he immediately took out the police department's dedicated communication device, pressed the button, and shouted.

“The National Museum has been invaded! An unidentified person suspected to be 'Kira' has appeared. Immediately mobilize all available reinforcements!”

“I repeat, 'Kira' has appeared!”

…

At the same time, in an internal conference room in the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.

L, wearing a white long-sleeved shirt and squatting on the seat, straightened his back when he heard the communication coming from the police department's dedicated channel.

“'Kira'... has appeared in person?”

The high-ranking police officer behind him also heard the message coming from the channel and hesitated.

“This… what should we do?”

L turned his head to look at the other party, took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket and nibbled on it, his expression calm.

“What else can we do? Are we going to watch the people on-site die? Send reinforcements.”

“Even if they die, they must collect some intelligence about 'Kira's' abilities before they die.”

“That would be valuable.”

Hearing this, the high-ranking police officer's expression changed. He clenched his teeth and nodded heavily.

“Okay, I understand.”

After spending this time together, he realized something.

This famous detective, who looked like a homebody, was not a normal person at all.

He was simply a crazy person with strange methods.

But…

Perhaps only a madman can deal with "Kira," a elusive serial killer who has completely baffled the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.

After the high-ranking police officer left the room, L's assistant, an old man wearing a coat and hat, walked up to him and said calmly.

“If you use such rhetoric, the people on the police department's side will probably have objections.”

“I don't have the mind to worry about that.”

L squatted on the chair, looking at the words "Kira" formed by blood on the large screen, and said lightly.

“In the process of playing chess, if you worry about the safety of every piece, you can't win.”

At the same time, Yagami Light, hidden in the darkness within the National Museum, seemed to sense something in the dark, raised his head to look at the dark clouds in the sky, and muttered to himself.

“L, what choice will you make? Don't disappoint me.”

Yagami Light's True Self, Emperor Sutoku, shuttled back and forth like a ghost, hidden in the darkness and rain.

The members of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department held firearms, but dared not pull the triggers.

The environment was simply too unfavorable.

Not to mention that rashly firing a gun could hit a comrade.

There were still so many cultural relics around. The display cases were made of bulletproof glass, that's right, but if there was any damage, who could bear the responsibility?

Looking at the helpless police officers who didn't know how to deal with Emperor Sutoku, Yagami Light's figure completely merged with the darkness, leaving only his pair of scarlet eyes shining brightly.

“Next, it's 'Mask's' performance time.”

…

On the other side, the members riding the Overload Society's exclusive mount, Pale Ghost Hand, reacted differently.

Yotsuya Miko was lovingly stroking her Mikazuki Munechika, and the famous sword, which had turned pale gold, responded to her touch with the sound of metal clashing.

For some reason, seeing this scene, a very strange idea popped up in the minds of Sakurajima Mai and Futaba Rio.

This Mikazuki Munechika felt…

very gentle?

Like a Yamato Nadeshiko-like woman?

Just thinking about it carefully, swords, even famous swords like Mikazuki Munechika, shouldn't have genders, right?

Hard to say.

Sakurajima Mai looked at Yozora, who was sitting on the edge of the Pale Ghost Hand, one leg bent and the other dangling in the air, and originally wanted to say something, but suddenly paused.

“So handsome…”

This thought couldn't help but float in her mind, and she even forgot what she originally wanted to say.