Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

Shiga Prefecture, Lake Biwa.

A group of surrounding residents surrounded the priests of the shrine and walked towards Lake Biwa. The team of thousands of people dragged on the road like a long dragon.

A few people in front held up the painted boards with dragons, and the team beat drums and sang. Before the supernatural manifestation, there were not many such grand folk activities in small towns.

But the priest in the center of the team had a bitter look on his face, and the Suzuki in his hand was listless.

"Gibbon, you will still do the work of offering sacrifices to the Dragon King."

"What can I do? It's not like you don't know me."

The middle-aged priest called Yoshimoto shook his head anxiously. He is the priest of the shrine in the town next to Lake Biwa. It has been passed down from generation to generation, and it is said that it has existed since the Azuchi-Momoyama period.

But as early as the previous generation, the work of this priest was fishing for three days and drying the net for two days. There was no way, being a priest could not support his family.

Not to mention when he arrived in Gibbon, when he was young, he studied hard and was admitted to the medical department of a prestigious university. After returning home, he opened a small private hospital in a well-run town. There are seven or eight doctors and nurses. They earn a lot of money every year and live happily boundless.

Apart from going back to clean up the sanitation of the small shrine every year, Gibbon had to forget that he was still an ancestral priest.

The status of a priest is worthless these days.

The small shrines worship the local gods, the Qianlong in Lake Biwa, and if you walk around the huge Lake Biwa and the coastline, you can find a bunch of the same small shrines, and the competition for homogenization is fierce.

But just a few days ago, many residents suddenly came to visit. He thought that some epidemic had broken out in the town, but it turned out that Gibbon was asked to host some Dragon King's ceremony.

Let's invite someone else, Yoshimoto hasn't even won Suzuki a few times, how can he preside over the Dragon King Festival?

At best, he could only remember how many times his father and grandfather had presided over it.

Besides, running a private hospital honestly and earning so much money every year is not much better than provoking supernatural beings.

But there are some things that can't be avoided if you want to. The company has put pressure on Yoshimoto. They didn't say it clearly, but they hinted that if Yoshimoto didn't preside over the festival, he would have to be careful about his own private hospital.

If the office is really determined to see that he is unhappy, he will conduct a thorough investigation in the private hospital-Gibbon is really afraid of the investigation.

"Then it's all up to you, you must satisfy Lord Dragon King."

"Have you listened to me? I really can't."

Gibbon looked at the old man beside him dejectedly.

"It's all your fault. I had to go fishing without incident, and I even photographed the Dragon King."

The source of the misfortune is the high-spirited retired old men beside them, enjoying the family happiness at home dishonestly, so they have to do this. The short video of the Dragon King circulating in the town is all from these old men handwriting.

"If we don't go to shoot, isn't the Dragon King here?"

An old man suddenly spoke words that were very quantum mechanical.

This makes sense.

If it comes, let it go, no matter how painful it is, you have to go on, Gibbon resigned to his fate and walked forward holding Suzuki.

Seeing this long line along the way, the vehicles are consciously leaning against the side of the road, and ordinary people's awe of the mystery has reached the highest point in the history of the island country.

Lake Biwa is quietly shimmering, birds are flying over the lake, and fresh green leaves are floating on the water.

After a long howl, the team stopped by Lake Biwa, which was the place where the old man was fishing a few days ago.

A tall wooden sign was inserted on the ground, with the words [Xianlongdi] written in Chinese characters on it.

"Just here, just arrange it here."

Gibbon didn't know what to do, so he directed the people to spread mats on the ground, and prepared to put some props that he saw on the video temporarily, no matter what the purpose of those props, as long as they looked as if they were real.

"It's a cure, it's a cure, it's the brain, it's the brain."

With an old face flushed, he held up the Suzuki and took a difficult step to jump to the big god!

"Hey!"

"ha!"

It is indeed a master of jumping. No matter how messy the other priests' steps are, they still have a little bit of tricks, and Gibbon is purely dancing blindly.

Stretch your legs and stare!

He is a majestic doctor in the town. He has treated everyone for decades. Who doesn't boast that his fees are directly proportional to the treatment effect, so why would he do this kind of thing.

Studying medicine can't save the old family!

"Only~wish~please~please, I'm pi~pa~hu..."

Even though the dance was ridiculous, none of the believers in the town laughed out loud, at most they smiled, and the officials of the office bowed their heads sincerely.

"Come on, Grandpa!"

"come on!"

Gibbon's little grandchildren looked at their grandpa with admiration on their faces. They never expected that grandpa would have such abilities.

When I get home, I must ask my grandpa to teach me how to dance.

Gibbon was weeping, and he wanted to tie two bags of cement around his legs, so that the dust raised could cover him.

No matter how cheerful everyone's expressions were, they couldn't hide Gibbon's sadness.

Such quaint sacrifices sprang up all over the country, and the Shinto belief in the island country revived again.

The pictures of the Dragon King captured by several old people have long been collected by the government.

Ordinary people don't understand what this black and white ink dragon means, but in the fifth lesson of the Yuan Dynasty, the professionals in the Supernatural Hall are too familiar with it. Isn't this the trick of the black angel? The difference is that she used it in the Panqian place. It was a tiger, now it is a dragon.

Thinking about the time again, it happened to be the day of the air raid in Kyoto. It would be strange if Takahashi did not do so poorly.

Except for including this incident in the archives, and adding new precautions to Takahashi's poor information by the way, the government did not have much reaction to the dragon king worship in the town.

Can there really be a dragon?

Let this dragon come out if you have the ability!

…………

"Lake Biwa..."

Standing by Lake Biwa, Mizuno stretched his arms and took a breath of fresh air.

Thanks to the combination of Little Q and Raven, Mizuno has the opportunity to experience the Golden Week, but others can relax and experience, Mizuno must make a quick decision.

Now that the government is choosing a candidate for the Demon Sword, he can't be left behind.

With the demon sword, how can it not be a show of slaying demons and eliminating demons.

Both Fire Dungeon and Swordsmanship have the hope of breaking through LV4, and Water Dungeon, which is more lethal in modern society, cannot be left behind.

On the small stone near the lake in the depths of the dense forest, Mizuno did not see any movement, and the undercurrent at the bottom of the lake was surging.

"Crackling!"

Hundreds of fish scrambled and struggled on the surface of the lake, but they were still surrounded by the current and arrived in front of Mizuno.

With such an ability to control the water flow, he can become the king of aquatic products when he goes fishing and lives in the sea.

If his Nian Shui Dun level is high enough, he can directly lift the whale into the air.

"It's just you."

Grabbing the fattest carp among them, Mizuno scratched the head of the carp with his fingers.

What should the carp be called after it gets the water escape, the carp king?

Wei Wei hits the carp on the head with his fist.

"Boom!"

The plump carp's eyes jumped out of their sockets in an instant, and its tail struggled to move for the last time.

The remaining one eyeball was dimmed, and the mouth was opened dumbly, it didn't realize what happened at all!

"..." Shaking off the blood on his hands, Mizuno sighed, and then searched among the fish trapped by the current.

A slender figure caught Mizuno's eyes, and he smiled.

"Loach? Water snake?"