The heavy gates surrounded Megumi, forming an impenetrable barrier.
The three women leaped to the tops of the Rashomon, vigilant against attacks.
Whenever bullets or missiles fell, Utaha and the others used high-powered Ninjutsu like Fire Release and Lightning Release to intercept them.
Flames from Fire Release exploded in the air, detonating missiles prematurely.
Electricity from Lightning Release formed nets, intercepting volleys of fire.
The shockwaves from explosions raged outside the Rashomon but couldn't shake the three demon-faced gates.
While impressive, to be honest, the visual impact wasn't as striking as the two Weapon Humans before.
Because the real killing move was never on the surface.
Inside the Rashomon, where cameras couldn't see—
Yui and Yumiko stood on either side, their hands on Megumi's shoulders.
"Megumi, take all our Chakra."
The next second, a white light glowed from Megumi's body.
This white light gradually took on Megumi's form, a semi-transparent soul separating from her body.
Spirit Transformation Technique!
The next instant, Megumi's spirit shot into the air… no machine gun, missile, or artillery could touch her. Like Obito's Kamui, everything simply passed through her.
Bullets passed through her body, missiles passed through her body, explosion shockwaves passed through her body… she was like a visitor from another dimension, unimpeded by the physical laws of this world.
Megumi passed through the defensive armor of those fighters and warships, entering their cockpits.
When they saw this ghostly girl, the Americans gripping their controls nearly died of fright.
"Wh, what do you want?"
Their pupils dilated with terror.
Faced with their questions, Megumi said nothing, simply entering their minds.
"Aaaaaah!"
Instantly, numerous pilots convulsed, their eyes rolling back as they lost consciousness.
Their bodies trembled violently in their cockpits, foaming at the mouth, eyes rolled back.
Some fell from their seats, others frantically beat their temples, trying to expel the ghost that had invaded their minds.
And the fighters and warships they commanded crashed or went dead.
Fighters lost control, nosediving into the sea, exploding on impact.
Warships, unmanned, spun in port, colliding with adjacent vessels.
That ghost girl drifted from one fighter to another, from one cockpit to the next. Each place she visited echoed with desperate screams, then fell silent as death.
The world was stunned.
They watched that semi-transparent soul on their screens, watching those war machines worth hundreds of millions of dollars lose control, crash, and go dead, one after another.
This was war, yet not like war.
This was slaughter, yet more chilling than any slaughter.
Although they had witnessed similar scenes months ago,
the problem was… this time Makoto himself hadn't even acted. It was only his subordinates, and they had already routed America. What would happen if he himself acted?!
This thought poured over every viewer like ice water.
That man, who months ago had almost single-handedly pulled the United States from its position as world hegemon… now didn't even need to act personally.
His subordinates alone were enough to crush the most powerful military force on the planet.
How strong was Nishikawa Makoto himself now?
No one dared to imagine.
No one dared to ask.
Hundreds of millions of viewers in the stream fell into deathly silence.
They watched those burning bases, falling fighters, fallen soldiers, that land stained red with blood and fire, their minds blank.
This was the Nishikawa Family.
This was the power that man had built.
An entity that, without its head needing to act, could reduce the world's strongest nation to rubble in minutes.
"Hey! Makoto, it's past nine! I want to eat!"
At the new Statue of Liberty, Nayuta, held in Makoto's arms, looked up and shouted.
She pouted, tugging at Makoto's collar in dissatisfaction.
As if everything that had just happened, like the burning bases, the falling fighters, the tens of thousands of dead soldiers, were all trivial matters.
In fact, to her, they were.
"Three minutes was too ambitious, huh?"
Makoto clicked his tongue.
He glanced at the time on his phone and stood up. "Let's go back and have breakfast first."
Nayuta made a peace sign. "Yay!"
…
9:10 a.m.
Tokyo, Japan, Totsuki Culinary Academy, Moon Banquet Festival.
Tens of thousands of people at the scene were silent, simply watching Makoto and Nayuta, who had returned from across the Atlantic, devour various kinds of gourmet food with great relish.
"U-Um, Makoto-kun, is it really okay to leave Ran and the others over there?" Sonoko couldn't help but ask.
"What? In danger?" Makoto asked.
Among all the participants, the only ones with an absolute advantage were, after all, Yu and Reze.
That's why Makoto had specifically organized people like Megumi, Utaha, and the Aizono sisters into a single team.
Although none of them possessed the overwhelming power of the first two, they could each play to their strengths and look out for one another, so they shouldn't encounter any major problems.
"N-No, it's not that, I'm mainly worried—"Sonoko handed a juice to Makoto and continued, "It's mainly that Ran is a close-combat type, I'm a bit worried about her facing those modern weapons."
Makoto glanced at the live stream, his gaze focusing on the multi-person team's screen.
It was okay. The ones doing the heavy lifting in Group C were still Kotonoha and Megumi.
Megumi went without saying… as long as her companions protected her physical body, she was invincible.
Kotonoha needed even less introduction… like Yu and Reze, as long as she had blood to replenish herself, she was a small-scale perpetual motion machine.
Just then, Yu in the live stream suddenly reverted from his Gun Fiend form to normal, looking at the camera and saying, "Senpai, I'm done here. Can I go to the next place?"
Everyone looked at Yu's screen… at that moment, the young man who, two months ago, had been withdrawn due to false accusations, was sitting amidst a field of ruins.
The military base he was at, Fort Bragg, the largest in the United States with nearly 300,000 personnel, was completely annihilated!
Hearing this, Makoto took out his phone and called Yu: "As for the other large bases in America..." He paused thoughtfully.
Just then, a voice spoke up nearby. "Joint Base Lewis–McChord in Washington… the largest in the United States, covering 410,000 acres, a multi-service joint base for the Army, Air Force, and Navy, often used as a staging base for deployments to Southeast Asia."
Makoto turned his head and saw a chubby young man wearing black-rimmed glasses speaking with great excitement.
Noticing Makoto's gaze, the chubby young man quickly lowered his head: "I-I'm sorry! I-I got excited and just said it!"
"...It's fine. You heard him, right? Go with what he said." Makoto turned and said to Yu on the other end of the line.
Soon, Yu on screen responded to the camera with a "Got i~t."
Instantly, Yu's feet transformed into machine guns, firing bullets to propel himself into the air… a principle similar to Reze's aerial movement.
However, because his limbs turned into gun barrels when using this technique, they couldn't bend like human limbs, so he could only move in straight lines, making him significantly less agile than Reze.
Makoto and Nayuta continued eating, acting as if everything happening in the United States had nothing to do with them.
"Makoto, how is this live stream set up?" Sonoko remembered another question and asked, "I just checked, and nothing else on the whole YouTube can be watched, only this."
"Oh, that? I just had Nayuta control the boss of YouTube."
Everyone felt a chill run down their spines, especially major capitalists like Suzuki Shiro, Shinomiya Oko, Nakano Maruo, and Tokugawa Mitsunari.
'That little girl actually had that kind of ability?'
'If she could control the YouTube boss today, didn't that mean she could control us tomorrow?'
Sonoko, seeing the fear in her father and these uncles' eyes, couldn't help but pout, 'If they wanted to seize your assets, would they need to go through so many twists and turns?'