Zongman I fight weirdness in everyday world

Upon hearing this, Rio Futaba sighed helplessly and rubbed her forehead.

"Still pretending… you really can't change this habit…"

"A little pretense is harmless."

Ye Xing first chuckled and replied, then looked at the hooded figures standing there, still unreacting. The smile in his eyes disappeared, and he spoke softly.

"Capture them."

The instant he spoke, a headless monster nearly twenty meters tall appeared behind Ye Xing, only its upper body visible. Its massive body even overshadowed the setting sun, leaving only a suffocating black shadow, like a dark cloud pressing down on the hooded figures.

This extreme sense of oppression left them unable to move even an inch. Even the blood in their veins seemed to have completely solidified.

"Domain Expansion, Bone Prison."

Rio Futaba simply waved her hand, and instantly, several bone-formed prisons rose from the ground, trapping the hooded figures within.

"'Masked'…"

Seeing Kyoto City's mysterious hero suddenly appear before her, Ruka Shitsuhara was so shocked she couldn't speak. Her pupils dilated, completely unable to believe what she was seeing.

The mysterious figures who had been so arrogant just moments before, summoning terrifying monsters like the Dog God, were now like ants before "Masked" and his allies, unable to even fight back, let alone retaliate.

"Wait… wait!"

Seeing "Masked" suddenly appear before him, the spiritual ability user who had summoned the Dog God revealed panic in his eyes beneath his mask. He grabbed the bars of the bone prison with both hands, his voice trembling.

"Don't… don't be rash, let's talk…"

"I'll 'talk' to your mother."

Ye Xing didn't hesitate at all. He simply raised his hand and waved it. The black and white headless monster, as if eating snacks, devoured the bone prison and the trapped figures within, ignoring their cries for mercy.

"These memories…"

After devouring the souls of these people, Ye Xing canceled the summoning of the Black and White Demon Hand's true form and looked at Rio Futaba.

"Their target isn't just here, but also Oda Noto, Mother God, and Master Miyamoto."

"I understand."

Rio Futaba nodded slightly, glanced at Ruka Shitsuhara standing there, and instead of contacting her through the earpiece, she took out her phone and sent a text message to her half-sister, Minami Hizuru Ofutaba, asking her to protect Oda Noto and Mother God with Suzuha Amane.

Then, she walked up to Ye Xing and spoke in a low voice that Ruka Shitsuhara, standing in the distance, could not possibly hear.

"Master Miyamoto should already be on the train back to Amagasaki City. Except for you, none of the rest of us are fast enough."

"Looks like it has to be me after all."

Hearing Ye Xing's chuckling words, Rio Futaba rolled her eyes and said grumpily.

"Alright, stop showing off, go quickly. We can discuss the information we got from searching their memories when we get back."

"OK."

Ye Xing responded with a smile, not forgetting to reach out and stroke the top of Rio Futaba's head before summoning the Pale Demon Hand, standing on it, and flying away at an extremely fast speed, disappearing from sight.

"That guy… really, he has to tease me even during missions…"

Rio Futaba sighed and complained, adjusted her long gray curly hair, and then looked at Ruka Shitsuhara standing there, looking dazed.

Her relationship with her could be described with the most indirect word.

Unfamiliar.

Rio Futaba had never met Ruka Shitsuhara. She only knew from Mitsuha Miyamizu and others that there was a girl of the same age as the Overload Society members who had inherited her family's shrine and encountered strange incidents that needed to be resolved.

"Wait a moment."

Seeing Rio Futaba turn to leave, Ruka Shitsuhara subconsciously called out to her, covering her chest with her hands, and said softly and cautiously.

"Will these people… come again in the future?"

Rio Futaba glanced at Ruka Shitsuhara, thinking that this girl really is…

She's very cute, and has a dignified air of a Yamato Nadeshiko, coupled with her small, pitiful movements like a frightened rabbit, no wonder that guy would take the initiative to help her solve the shrine's difficulties.

What a pervert.

"I don't know, we can only draw conclusions after investigating."

"I see…"

Ruka Shitsuhara pursed her lips, mustered her courage to raise her head, and stared directly into Rio Futaba's eyes beneath her mask.

"Who… exactly are you people?"

"Who are we?"

A hint of a smile appeared in Rio Futaba's eyes. She turned and walked away, simply raising her hand and waving it, saying that classic line that Ye Xing had said many times.

"I'm just a passing Kamen Rider."

…

On the other side, inside a Shinkansen train car.

Master Miyamoto, who had been bragging all day, looked very tired. He rested his head on his hand on the windowsill, his eyes already closed, not knowing if he was resting or had really fallen asleep.

Because it was very late, there were not many passengers in the Shinkansen car. Master Miyamoto had specially chosen a car with no one sitting in it to ensure that he could sleep quietly.

Just then, several hooded figures suddenly appeared at the connecting points between the front and rear sections of the car.

They looked at each other, then all looked at Master Miyamoto sitting in the middle of the car, seemingly completely unaware of the danger that had come, and walked forward slowly, without even making a sound.

As one of them approached the seat of Grandmaster Miyamoto, they saw the old monk, who had seemed to be lost in slumber, suddenly open his eyes. Though still appearing frail and elderly, his eyes gleamed with an uncharacteristic, sharp light.

"Esteemed benefactor, does thou seek this old monk for something?"

"Miyamoto..."

Seeing that Grandmaster Miyamoto had awakened, the cloaked, masked figures didn't panic. Their eyes revealed a hint of murderous intent. One of them spoke in a deep voice.

"You falsely claim to be an enlightened monk, seeking fame and reputation. You deserve to die."

"Heh heh."

Grandmaster Miyamoto first put his hands together in a Buddhist salute. Just when the mysterious figures thought he was about to defend himself, they heard a coarse and vulgar phrase.

"Go nima de, I AM an enlightened monk."

The next second, before the mysterious figures could react, Grandmaster Miyamoto suddenly clapped his hands together again, narrowed his eyes slightly, and spoke in a deep voice.

"Saving all from suffering, Ksitigarbha!"

As Grandmaster Miyamoto's words fell, a towering Buddha statue, shimmering with golden light so bright it was almost blinding, appeared behind him. But the next second, the originally benevolent and kind face of the Buddha statue suddenly turned murderous, and it unhesitatingly raised its palms, striking the chests of two of the mysterious figures.

"Bang!"

"This guy is also a psionic!"

Only after the two were slammed into the train car by the Buddha statue, producing a muffled thud, did the others realize that this old monk, the head of Hon興-ji Temple in Amagasaki, was actually a psionic!

"Heh heh."

Grandmaster Miyamoto smiled slightly, looking at the remaining cloaked, masked figures who wore expressions of grave apprehension. He then directly pulled out a... nail gun from the wide sleeves of his cassock.

"Today, I, this old monk, will let you see what a tmd enlightened monk is!"

"WTF..."

The remaining mysterious figures were completely dumbfounded when they saw Grandmaster Miyamoto pull out a nail gun.

Wait... how did you get that thing on the train?

Besides, you're a monk, and a psionic at that. Isn't using something like that just pure cheating!?

"Bang bang bang bang..."

After Grandmaster Miyamoto's special modifications, the firing rate of the nail gun was incomparable to that of ordinary nail guns. It was almost as fast as a submachine gun.

Naturally, regardless of whether the remaining mysterious figures were psionics or not, even if they were, they had absolutely no chance to use their Soul Manifestation abilities. Their bodies were directly riddled with holes, and each of them had a silver nail hammered into their foreheads. They died with lingering resentment, collapsing onto the floor of the train car.

Looking at the splattered blood on the walls of the train car, and smelling the pungent scent of blood in the air, Grandmaster Miyamoto put his hands together in a Buddhist salute. After murmuring a few inaudible words, he finally canceled the summoning of his Soul Avatar. As if his body had been emptied, he leaned back directly into the train car seat, without even the strength to speak.

At this moment, a chuckling voice came.

"Yo, you're pretty good. You solved these guys so easily."

Hearing the familiar voice, Grandmaster Miyamoto's breathing became somewhat labored. He waved his hand, and said in annoyance.

"Easily, my ass. I'm exhausted... ah, no, this old monk is exhausted."

"Your manners are so bad, Master."

"Bullshit, do you think I'm as strong as you?"

Looking at Nightstar dressed in his "Mask" attire, Grandmaster Miyamoto was seeing this appearance of Nightstar for the first time, but he had already guessed the other party's true identity, and wasn't particularly surprised. He just covered his chest, gasping for breath.

"I'm so old, and I awakened that whatchamacallit... right, what you guys call Soul Manifestation, only half a month ago. I haven't even used it a second time. I really can't take it."

Seeing Grandmaster Miyamoto's panting appearance, Nightstar chuckled and said.

"How about I rewind time for you? Just pretend nothing happened, and I'll take action earlier?"

"Hey, that won't do."

Grandmaster Miyamoto quickly waved his hands upon hearing this, saying righteously.

"This old monk finally had a good time, no rewinding."

"Heh heh, then next time you die, I won't rewind either."

Grandmaster Miyamoto quickly changed his tone upon hearing this.

"Hey, that's not the same thing. One thing is one thing."

Following that, Grandmaster Miyamoto looked at the corpses on the ground and adjusted his breathing.

"What should we do with these?"

"Simple."

Nightstar raised his hand and snapped his fingers. Black flames instantly covered the corpses, as well as the bloodstains on the walls. After only a few breaths, the train car became as clean as new.

Upon seeing this, Grandmaster Miyamoto couldn't help but exclaim with the most simple and unadorned amazement.

"Holy crap, awesome."

"Other traces will be taken care of by other assistants. Anyway, I pretty much know who sent these people."

"Who is it?"

"Atsuta Shrine."

"Them?"

Hearing the name Atsuta Shrine, Grandmaster Miyamoto, who had just been weak and listless, instantly became as energetic as a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"When are we going to deal with them? Let this old monk participate too!"

Nightstar rolled his eyes, and said with some helplessness.

"Participate my ass. You're already like this after using your psionic ability for just a dozen seconds. Don't you die in the middle of the battle."

"That's true too."

Grandmaster Miyamoto obviously didn't have the habit of being stubborn. Considering his physical condition and age, he really couldn't participate in the battle, so he had to wave his hand.

"Forget it, this old monk still wants to live a few more years. Just make sure Atsuta Shrine goes before me."

"You're really vengeful."

"What do you know? This is called true temperament, the highest state of Buddhism."

"I have some doubts."

"Doubts are good. This old monk just made it up."

"Aren't monks not supposed to lie?"

"Oh, that was made up too, of course."

"You truly have a natural gigolo's holy body."