Kami-Jutsu: The Yakuza's Son is Aware-Chapter 34: Yamada has a Sister Complex

Father had been smiling more often lately.

I had never been one to wear a wide smile myself, so seeing his genuine joy filled me with a warmth I could not quite describe.

Of course, there was one problem—Father had made it clear that he intended to eliminate the Shinigami Ō on sight. He would cut the vigilante down without hesitation if their paths crossed.

I couldn’t help but wonder... would he still follow through if I told him that the Shinigami Ō was me?

*

I entered my room with Ferry close behind and made sure to lock the door.

"Phew, it’s been a while since I got scolded," Ferry said, scratching the back of his head with an awkward blush. Then, grinning, he added, "But... your mom’s really hot, you know. Ehehe."

I ignored him, walking over to the seat he had brought into my room some time ago. I sat down, closed my eyes, and willed it into being.

[Valhalla]

Thick, black smoke poured into the room, swallowing everything in its opaque embrace.

Ferry had taught me how to use my [Possessed God Technique], and I had been practicing it for the eleven months since I first obtained it.

To conserve my energy, I usually summoned only a small fraction of the hundreds of souls I possessed.

Even Ferry didn’t know exactly how I had managed to summon them all the first time.

His only explanation was, "Since you’re a Chosen One, it’d be kinda stupid to brood over it too much. You know, making the impossible possible is kind of your superpower."

There were certain familiar faces I could call upon consistently—those with exceptionally high spiritual energy, the kind who could be considered at a Superior Spirit level.

Yet with constant practice, I had begun to see more and more people I recognized... as well as some I no longer remembered at all.

Before me now were twenty-four figures kneeling in a cramped formation, their presence completely filling my room.

"You summoned us, Ō," Yamada said from the forefront, his posture rigid yet attentive.

"Hey, Yamada," I asked casually, "don’t you think you started sucking up to me rather quickly?"

"Huh? I’m just trying to be a good servant here!"

"Sorry, sorry," I waved him off. "Have you eaten something today? You look slim."

"Stop, you’re embarrassing me!" he muttered.

I let my gaze sweep over everyone present. "You can all go play around for a while—maybe three hours or so—before I end the summon."

This had become a routine of mine, and as a result, rumors of wandering ghosts and specters had been steadily spreading.

Not my problem, though. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

They all accepted my instructions without protest, though Yamada and his sister chose to remain by my side.

Did I impress Yamada that much when I killed him that day? What was behind this sudden loyalty?

And didn’t I crush his sister’s skull?

I decided to jab at him for a moment.

"Hey, Yamada."

"Yes, Ō?"

"You can call me Ken, though," I said, my eyes settling on his silver-haired sister, who was dressed neatly in a suit. "You know, she was the first human being whose skull I ever crushed."

"..." His eyebrows twitched in silent irritation.

I continued, "Sorry, but it honestly felt kind of like popping bubble wrap: wonderful to the feel."

"And your point is, my Lord?" he asked, his voice tight and his teeth clenched hard.

His sister let out a laugh, then tried to calm him. "It wasn’t his fault," she said lightly. "And to be honest, I’m actually glad I was killed. I had already been looking for a way out of all that."

"Don’t say that," Yamada snapped, his tone sharp. "If not for that arrogant brat’s mercy, I might never have seen you again."

"Ah, so Yamada has a sister complex?" I said, genuinely surprised. "I also have a sister with a brother complex. I’ll introduce you two later."

I had been trying to be friendly, but the thick vein bulging on Yamada’s forehead made it clear I was only making him angrier.

He was stealing nervous glances at his sister before she embraced him.

"Onee-chan loves you too!"

What a wonderful family.

Besides him and his sister, there were two others who normally refused to roam at night but preferred to stay close to me.

One was Anastasia, the Russian Onee-san Yamada had killed to spite me when we first crossed paths. The other was Mio, apparently the only daughter of the Sabertooth’s boss.

Mio was even more loyal to me than Yamada was, to the point where it was starting to border on creepy—and suspicious.

I mean, didn’t I burned her father down to nothing, every single cell of him?

And she supported it completely. His soul hadn’t been reformed yet, so I couldn’t summon him, but Mio claimed he was there in Valhalla with the others.

She also told me she became captivated by me back when I heroically smashed through the gates of that hotel and cut her in half with a divine wolf at my side.

Uh... okay?

Mio was undeniably pretty, and looked a bit older than me, but she might be just as eccentric as Najimi when it came to relationships.

She was also annoyingly persistent.

"Master, should I massage your back?" Her soft voice rang out.

"No, thank you."

"...Then, should I massage your feet?"

"That won’t be necessary. Thanks though."

"...Ja, should I massage..." she leaned in, her breath heavy, her eyes fixed on my groin, "should I massage your pen—"

Anastasia suddenly covered her mouth, laughing in that strange way of hers, and began frantically whispering into Mio’s ear.

At least they could mess around like that without a care.

For me, letting them roam was a kind of training. The longer they stayed outside Valhalla, the more it strained me and my spiritual energy.

The kimono-wearing woman with red hair, whose hand I had crushed in the penthouse... she clearly held a grudge.

She rarely responded when I summoned her, and when she did, she was always the first one out the window and the last to return.

By now, all of them had become aware of Kami particles, which meant they could wield them like a godman.

From the information I’d gathered—