Chapter 50: Divine Power Like Prison
[Supernatural Countermeasures Bureau-Analysis Department]
The images on the huge screen began to flash continuously, and finally stopped at a white dragon carrying mist into the bay.
Crunch.
Minister Miki put down the remote control in his hand and turned off the video on the screen. Then he crossed his hands under his chin, leaned his arms on the table, and made the classic move of Commander Ikari.
The generous voice echoed in the house.
"Everyone should have signed a confidentiality agreement before entering. The image on this screen shows a creature that we recently discovered that looks like a dragon."
"The purpose of inviting everyone here is to analyze the true identity of this white dragon with the information we have collected this time!"
"Thank you for your hard work!"
Then Minister Miki smiled kindly, extended his hand to everyone present, and made a gesture of "please talk freely".
The priests and monks in the audience looked at each other.
Each of them found the other's face to be plain and simple.
The priest looked calm on the surface, but in fact he was in turmoil.
He had begun to fall into deep self-doubt, considering that he was the heir to some of the oldest shrines in Tokyo.
How could he not know? There are actually dragons in this world?
My ancestors didn’t tell me!
Although he really wanted to say that he was just an ordinary person and could not join your high-end game.
But when he saw the expression of the old monk next to him, the priest suddenly felt something was wrong. After all, the other party's indifferent expression did not seem like a sign of ignorance.
It's decided! At least I have to save my image! So I'll try to cover it up by avoiding direct answers!
The old monk on the other side saw the smiling face of the priest, and his heart was also in turmoil. He kept rolling the Buddhist beads in his arms to calm himself.
At this moment, the two people's inner thoughts miraculously reached the same agreement.
Could it be that his Shinto (Buddhist) heritage has declined to this extent?
In fact, the priest wanted to question loudly at this moment, isn’t this a composite video?
But considering that the authorities would not call me here in such a high-profile manner just to make me watch a fake video.
If the video is not fake, then there is only one possibility, that is, the power of gods and Buddhas may really exist in the world.
The priest covered his face with his sleeves, then coughed softly, preparing to rack his brains to empty the stock in his stomach.
He wanted to answer with certainty that it must be the river god, but then he thought it was too strange that the river god did not use water as a power. If he was wrong, it would really affect the authoritative image of Shintoism.
If this gets to the top and starts to cause doubts about the authority of Shintoism, it would be a waste of time.
After thinking for a moment, the priest decided to use ambiguous words to avoid exposing himself as much as possible.
"Let me start with an introduction. Regarding the image of the white dragon, this kind of dragon is usually a river god or water god in mythology. Generally speaking, they use wind or water as their magical powers. However, this white dragon does not have any ability to use wind or water at all. I suspect there must be some special reason behind this."
The old monk was stunned when he heard the priest's words. What's the difference between this and not saying anything? Wouldn't anyone with a little common sense know that the Dragon God can control Feng Shui?
Do I need you to introduce me?
The priest maintained his composure, then made a polite gesture, indicating that the next topic should be passed to the monk.
The monk's scalp began to tingle when he saw the priest's actions and the gazes of the crowd.
The speed of the Buddhist beads in the robe increased.
But he still responded calmly like an old monk in meditation.
"I don't have a deep understanding of Shinto. I need to think about it for a while! Amitabha!"
…
“Boom boom boom!”
"Come in."
Although Minister Miki felt a little dissatisfied with the sudden interruption of the meeting, he immediately thought that there must be urgent news at this time.
The assistant opened the door and respectfully handed a document to Minister Miki, then said, "Just now a document was sent over from the Warning Office, which is said to contain relevant information about the white dragon."
Minister Miki's eyes lit up when he heard this.
After all, at this point, a little new information can help them analyze better.
"It is said that a homeless man accidentally discovered our target in the park, and had a conversation with the boy who was the incarnation of the white dragon, and successfully learned the boy's name!"
"What's your name?"
"Amber River!"
After the assistant blurted out the name without hesitation, Minister Miki looked at the expressions of everyone present.
But when they heard this divine name, everyone remained calm and waited for others to step forward.
The third minister frowned. After all, he had never heard of any god named Amber River.
The priest looked at the puzzled expressions around him and felt delighted.
I can do this!
"Amber River is most likely the name of a river."
"In fact, the name of the water god in mythology is not necessarily related to the background of the myth. Another possibility is that it is directly named after the river."
"In this case, symbolic words such as 'water', 'river' or 'stream' are usually added after the river name to reflect the attributes and functions of the river god!"
Everyone present was stunned for a moment, and the space was silent for a second.
Minister Miki was the first to react and greeted the assistant next to him with excitement.
"Check it out quickly!"
The assistant also suddenly became alert, reacted, and started searching continuously on the computer.
Finally, the assistant looked at the data constantly flashing on the computer, his eyes widened.
Then he nodded excitedly to Minister Miki.
Minister Miki saw the other party's expression and realized that he had found an important clue, and his frown relaxed slightly.
The contents of the computer are projected onto the screen.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the screen, afraid of missing any information.
What caught my eye was the news that a river called Amber was buried more than ten years ago.
Snap!
The old monk put his hands together and quickly stole the show, his rich voice echoing in the conference room.
"Amitabha! If I'm not mistaken, Bailong should be the god of this river named Amber in the past."
"Perhaps because it could not be seen at the time or for some other reason, the river was buried, and therefore the source of power or the power to use water was lost!"
The priest's eyes lit up and he quickly added.
"So it's not that Bai Long doesn't have the ability to use water, but that he can't use it! He had no choice but to use mist as his ability!"
"According to the footage, the white dragon did not cause any harm to anyone. It was simply capturing the purple-skinned weasel. Its actions were indeed the style of a benevolent god."
When Minister Miki heard the two people's analysis, he applauded repeatedly and a look of relief gradually appeared on his face.
He never expected that he could guess Bai Long's whereabouts so easily this time!
"So what do you two think of the White Dragon's strength? Can modern weapons fight against it?"
The two looked at each other and cursed secretly in their hearts.
How should we answer this?
Did I tell you that you can hit me as you like?
Then the priest reacted faster and answered quickly.
"Amber River was born from a small river. After losing its core power, it can create such a powerful force just by using mist! Not to mention its terrifying size!"
"See the big picture from the small! God's might is like a prison!!!"
(End of this chapter)
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