"The Self-Defense Forces aren't all useless drunks after all. Their firepower is fierce, and they can really fight!"
"No, the monsters in the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons just look impressive. They're nothing but small fry. I could chase off a whole bunch with my bare hands."
"Where are they firing now? This is practically a battlefield!"
Exclamations rose one after another in countless homes across Japan.
Around the Obon Festival, Japan had roughly a week of statutory holidays for people to honor their deceased relatives, as well as reunite with their living ones.
Every year at this time, major cities like Tokyo saw a sizable wave of people returning to their hometowns, something like a smaller Japanese version of China's Spring Festival travel rush.
The Government of Japan had let word of Kyoto's Night Parade of a Hundred Demons get out, naturally leaving countless people at home itching to see it. But ordinary people would not go so crazy as to disregard their lives and run to Kyoto to watch in person.
Fortunately, quite a few outrageously bold content creators who valued money over their lives had gone to Kyoto, allowing them a glimpse of the spectacle of the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons to satisfy their cravings.
The Self-Defense Forces battling the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons might sound like some terrible B-movie, but the scene of demons running wild and the fierce bombardment surpassed even Hollywood blockbusters with tens of millions spent on special effects.
It felt like downing an entire bottle of ice-cold soda on a sweltering summer day, a chill shooting straight to the crowns of their heads and making their scalps tingle.
The Government of Japan soon noticed the live broadcasts appearing on various foreign platforms.
Even if they wanted to