Demon City Shinjuku: The Complete Edition by Hideyuki Kikuchi Page A
Authors: Hideyuki Kikuchi
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worldwide scale.
As a result, top-grade espers were required to register with the World Federation. Some insisted on freedom and rights and refused, and an âillegal esperâ movement began. Obtaining their own equipment through back channels, they amped up their abilities to frightening levels and began to pull off daring and dastardly crimes.
Shinjuku, a den of thieves the law couldnât reach, was perfectly suited for their purposes.
In due course, law enforcement organizations around the world united for the purposes of imposing law and order on Shinjuku. Except that when they attempted to reconstitute the regular police force from before the Devil Quake, the nightmarish incidents slowed activities to a crawl.
By this point, garrisons had been located on the borders between Shinjuku and the outside wards, staffed by a small number of regular police and commando units.
Demon City had already transformed into a city of super-criminals beyond their ability to manage.
Confronting cyborgs equipped with ultrasonic weapons that could reduce ferroconcrete structures to dust in secondsâdegenerate espers who could turn an opponentâs brain to mush through thought aloneâyakuza wearing the World Federation Armyâs prized multi-functional fighting suitsâagainst the likes of them, the ordinary beat cop armed with 9 mm semiautomatics with ten-round magazines and high-voltage nightsticks could accomplish next to nothing.
And so, with the scars of the disaster clearly in view, Shinjuku detached itself from civilization, practically from time itself. Now in 2030, in the center of the huge megalopolis of Tokyo, this strange and terrifying crime-ridden city continued to exist in its own twilight world.
The pale moonlight shone down on the road snaking through the reeking ruins. The shadow of a slight figure made its way from the old JR Yotsuya station to Yotsuya Sanchome. The outlines of her body glimmering faintly in the darkness, there was enough light to make out a young and pretty woman. Sayaka.
A look of worry and unease passed across her determined face. Her last hopeâKyoyaâhad turned her down. After a moment of anguish, sheâd bolted from the Information Bureau.
To what end? To confront the sorcerer and defeat him. All she had in order to accomplish that goal was a laser ring on her right hand. Out of concern for the activities of anti-Federation factions, she wore it in self-defense. From the outside, it looked like a BB-sized ruby set into a gold mount. Inside was a tiny nuclear reactor and energy converter. Together they could spit out a laser beam powerful enough to melt glass.
Sayaka never liked the idea of having on her person a weapon that could kill people. She had it retrofitted with a paralyzing mode and usually kept it on that setting.
No matter how powerful, defeating the sorcerer Raâof whom it was said there was but one in the world his equalâwould prove well-nigh impossible. Knowing that full well, Sayaka felt she had no choice, both for her fatherâs sake and the sake of the world.
When sheâd met with Kyoya at the Information Bureau, saving her father was the only thing on her mind. But as the Master explained the sorcererâs true motives, it kindled in her a renewed responsibility toward the world as a whole.
She couldnât say if this was because she was the daughter of the president. When she was younger, sheâd been on a relief mission to a refugee camp with her mother when looters shot her dead without a second thought. The blood her mother spilled for the good of others undoubtedly spurred her on now.
But however heroic and high-minded her resolve, she hadnât given any consideration to tracking down her target. Sheâd sallied forth on the spur of the moment. For a well-bred young lady like herself, this was a bridge too far. She hadnât acted in haste so much as without thinking. The state of her dress and high
As a result, top-grade espers were required to register with the World Federation. Some insisted on freedom and rights and refused, and an âillegal esperâ movement began. Obtaining their own equipment through back channels, they amped up their abilities to frightening levels and began to pull off daring and dastardly crimes.
Shinjuku, a den of thieves the law couldnât reach, was perfectly suited for their purposes.
In due course, law enforcement organizations around the world united for the purposes of imposing law and order on Shinjuku. Except that when they attempted to reconstitute the regular police force from before the Devil Quake, the nightmarish incidents slowed activities to a crawl.
By this point, garrisons had been located on the borders between Shinjuku and the outside wards, staffed by a small number of regular police and commando units.
Demon City had already transformed into a city of super-criminals beyond their ability to manage.
Confronting cyborgs equipped with ultrasonic weapons that could reduce ferroconcrete structures to dust in secondsâdegenerate espers who could turn an opponentâs brain to mush through thought aloneâyakuza wearing the World Federation Armyâs prized multi-functional fighting suitsâagainst the likes of them, the ordinary beat cop armed with 9 mm semiautomatics with ten-round magazines and high-voltage nightsticks could accomplish next to nothing.
And so, with the scars of the disaster clearly in view, Shinjuku detached itself from civilization, practically from time itself. Now in 2030, in the center of the huge megalopolis of Tokyo, this strange and terrifying crime-ridden city continued to exist in its own twilight world.
The pale moonlight shone down on the road snaking through the reeking ruins. The shadow of a slight figure made its way from the old JR Yotsuya station to Yotsuya Sanchome. The outlines of her body glimmering faintly in the darkness, there was enough light to make out a young and pretty woman. Sayaka.
A look of worry and unease passed across her determined face. Her last hopeâKyoyaâhad turned her down. After a moment of anguish, sheâd bolted from the Information Bureau.
To what end? To confront the sorcerer and defeat him. All she had in order to accomplish that goal was a laser ring on her right hand. Out of concern for the activities of anti-Federation factions, she wore it in self-defense. From the outside, it looked like a BB-sized ruby set into a gold mount. Inside was a tiny nuclear reactor and energy converter. Together they could spit out a laser beam powerful enough to melt glass.
Sayaka never liked the idea of having on her person a weapon that could kill people. She had it retrofitted with a paralyzing mode and usually kept it on that setting.
No matter how powerful, defeating the sorcerer Raâof whom it was said there was but one in the world his equalâwould prove well-nigh impossible. Knowing that full well, Sayaka felt she had no choice, both for her fatherâs sake and the sake of the world.
When sheâd met with Kyoya at the Information Bureau, saving her father was the only thing on her mind. But as the Master explained the sorcererâs true motives, it kindled in her a renewed responsibility toward the world as a whole.
She couldnât say if this was because she was the daughter of the president. When she was younger, sheâd been on a relief mission to a refugee camp with her mother when looters shot her dead without a second thought. The blood her mother spilled for the good of others undoubtedly spurred her on now.
But however heroic and high-minded her resolve, she hadnât given any consideration to tracking down her target. Sheâd sallied forth on the spur of the moment. For a well-bred young lady like herself, this was a bridge too far. She hadnât acted in haste so much as without thinking. The state of her dress and high
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