Kami-Jutsu: The Yakuza's Son is Aware-Chapter 31: You Need a Psychiatrist, not this “Ojou” Person
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In the netherworld, there has to be order.
And I, Abbadon, have been given a section of this realm to manage—the part that holds the souls of the dead.
With my skeleton polished to a perfect sheen and my high-quality dark robe resting neatly over my frame, I keep everything in check here like a proper boss. The pay is good. And honestly, it’s the kind of job most people would call ideal.
Except, I don’t like it very much. Yes, it’s not exactly my favorite thing to do, mainly because every so often I end up dealing with psychopaths and downright terrifying human souls.
A while back, that bastard mage Hulin Kenvernd came to me, begging that I take him to the Familiar Maker.
I mean, bro... seriously, what is wrong with you?
Just rot in hell like normal dead people do!
That’s like asking the police for directions to the guy who sells meth.
And yet, even though, deep down, I knew I shouldn’t, I did show Kenvernd where the Familiar Maker was. Mostly so he wouldn’t drive me insane by pestering me any longer.
But normally, that’s not something that’s ever done!
And lately, it’s been worse. A lot of people have been dying, as always, but instead of coming down here like they’re supposed to, they just wander the world of the living as vengeful spirits.
Inconceivable!
I need to tighten my grip, show everyone that my authority here isn’t something to mess with.
Humans can’t control me. If another soul tries to run off or misbehave, I’ll deal with them myself.
There WILL be order in the netherworld... or, at the very least, the chaos shouldn’t start from my side of it!
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Hehehe! Not too long ago, there was this godman ritual that failed miserably.
Pupupu! I swear, it was hilarious. I couldn’t stop laughing.
This naked human was clinging with everything she had to the material world, trying to keep her soul tethered there, until the threads finally snapped and she dropped straight into hell—RIGHT WHERE SHE BELONGED. Like any dead person should.
Why do they all try to avoid this?
Hell’s not that bad, I swear!
Sure, the demons aren’t exactly friendly, but that’s only if they find you. Honestly, you could even end up with a better life down here than in the material world, I promise.
Anyway, this one was a purple-haired beauty who, just like so many other stupid humans, instantly started looking for a way out.
She was wandering around shouting "Ojou!" loud enough to disturb the entire realm.
I already didn’t like her.
But knowing how many of their kind turn out to be wild, I figured I should probably keep my distance.
Still, she seemed to be tracking the scent of a living person, because she was moving through the realm far too easily... So easily, in fact, that I actually felt a little ashamed of myself.
Naturally, I started sending demonic beasts and some of my subordinates to slow her down.
But the way she glared at them... I didn’t like it one bit.
Humans are supposed to feel fear for monsters, not stare them down like it’s nuisance.
She was literally treating the whole thing like an obstacle course! Which, okay, technically it was, but that’s beside the point.
Unfortunately, this purple-haired human had pretty much—or maybe even fully—completed her ascension to becoming a godman. So of course, she tore through my goons without mercy.
"No one will stand in the way of me and Ojou!" she’d yell as she wrecked them.
Lady, you need a psychiatrist, not this "Ojou" person.
I even tried being polite about it. I sent two of my most handsome incubi.
They’re low-level demons, sure, but still terrifying if they manage to get a hold of a human. A normal human, though.
"Ojou-sama, it is time to go to be—" they started, but before they could even finish the sentence, she was already knocking them unconscious.
She accused them of trying to seduce her, and that only Ojou was worthy of her.
The worst part was that she didn’t even bother snapping their necks when she was done beating them; so now they come to me whining about damages and emotional trauma, asking for compensation.
SIGH.
I’m having a skullache...
If I just let this go on, this human might actually make it out of here, and that would be a direct insult to my authority.
So I decided to deal with her... myself.
The moment I floated down behind her, she caught a glimpse of my skeletal face and immediately knew I wasn’t like the others she’d run into over the last few days.
She took off running.
It was actually kind of fun at first, since she was headed completely in the wrong direction, and it’s been ages since I’ve played tag.
But the fun ended the moment she stopped running and started fighting back.
Godmen really were no joke after all.
But why? Why did it have to turn into this?
Just seconds ago we were having fun playing cat and mouse, darting around the realm and trying to outmaneuver each other.
Still, it’s me we’re talking about here. I’ve been in this business for millions of years, and I’ve learned more than a few tricks.
Eventually, I managed to overpower her, all while pretending that the arm she broke didn’t hurt in the slightest.
Now she was on the ground, battered, bruised, chained, and completely silent.
We had been fighting for about a whole week straight. What a ridiculously tenacious brat.
I figured I should probably call in the crew to haul her off to the deepest, darkest parts of hell.
This one was too dangerous to keep around anywhere else. Down there, even the demons wouldn’t dare lay a finger on her.
"Jo..."
Hm? She was muttering something under her breath.
I stepped closer, leaning in with one hand pressed against the side of my skeletal, non-existent ear so I could catch her words.
"OJOU ASKED ME TO RETURN BACK TO LIFE!"
Her eyes suddenly burned a deep, unnatural purple. And h-her face... Yikes.
