[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo":3,"chapter-becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-chapter-74":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Becoming a Goddess in Tokyo",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2339058,4573,"Chapter 74: Beneath Mount Fuji","becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-chapter-74",74,"\u003Cp>Junko’s phone was unreachable, so Luo Quan did not rush to call the police; instead, she ran to the apartment’s surveillance room to investigate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After explaining the situation, the security guard immediately pulled up the elevator footage from yesterday to today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fast-forwarding from yesterday morning, Luo Quan soon spotted a group of oddly dressed individuals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Four men in white kendo uniforms entered the apartment elevator at noon, each carrying a sword—whether wooden or metal, she could not tell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They exited on the same floor where Luo Quan and the others lived; about fifteen minutes later, they reentered the elevator, their clothing disheveled, as if they had been in a fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of them carried Junko, unconscious, on his back, and as he stepped into the elevator, he glanced regretfully at the surveillance camera.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan pressed pause and pointed to the man’s chest: “Can you zoom in on this area?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course!” The guard quickly typed a few keys; the image refreshed and enlarged, revealing the blurred pattern on the man’s chest clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yagyū…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan suddenly understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Miss Quan, should we call the police?” the guard asked, looking up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, they’re Junko’s family,” Luo Quan shook her head, thanked the guard, then stepped outside with Wen Xia and hailed a taxi—destination: beneath Mount Fuji.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Luo Luo, what’s going on? How do you know they’re Junko’s family?” Wen Xia, still confused and worried, asked in the car.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t you remember Junko said her family runs a kendo dojo? These men’s uniforms bear the characters ‘Yagyū’—they’re definitely disciples sent by her grandfather to fetch her!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then where are we going?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan took a deep breath and said: “Beneath Mount Fuji. The Yagyū Kendo Dojo is Tokyo’s top kendo school, located at the foot of Japan’s holiest mountain.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Xia frowned: “These people sound dangerous. Are you sure just the two of us are enough? Shouldn’t we bring help?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If we’re lucky, just the two of us will suffice.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And if we’re not lucky?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If we’re not lucky, bringing more people won’t help!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Xia fell silent, silently praying their journey would be blessed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tokyo is over a hundred kilometers from Mount Fuji; even with no traffic, the taxi ride took an hour and a half. Japanese taxis are famously expensive, costing at least several ten thousand yen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, for her current wealth, this was pocket change—if she weren’t desperate about Junko’s situation, she wouldn’t have wasted it so carelessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hour-long drive passed quickly; now, through the window, they could see Mount Fuji standing tall between earth and sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Japan’s holiest mountain, Fuji appeared from afar as a flat triangle, its peak perpetually capped with snow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though summer had arrived, the white snow showed no sign of melting, still veiling the summit like a beauty hiding her peerless face beneath a veil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But today, the veil seemed too large—its edges extended beyond the mountain’s body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the taxi drew closer to Mount Fuji, Luo Quan finally realized the veil was merely a massive white cloud, perfectly positioned to obscure Fuji behind it and mimic the snow-capped peak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’re here!” The driver pulled over beside the road at the mountain’s base; the trail up the mountain lay just ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After swiping her card to pay, Luo Quan and Wen Xia stepped out onto the roadside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Which way now?” Wen Xia gazed around; scattered homes were visible, but most structures were resorts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Yagyū Kendo Dojo is right at the foot of Mount Fuji—this place isn’t far,” Luo Quan quickly located the dojo on Google Maps; it was only five hundred meters away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two women walked for ten minutes until they reached the base of a small hill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the trailhead stood a towering torii gate; climbing the green stone steps, they could see black eaves at the path’s end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On either side of the steps, silence and calm reigned; a gentle breeze stirred, and occasionally, clear birdcalls echoed—listen closer, and even the murmur of a stream could be heard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That stream was formed by melted snow from Fuji’s peak, the purest natural water, nearly untouched by human pollution; it was said to taste sweet, though mostly false.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Water tastes sweet because it’s rich in minerals, but this stream flowed from melted ice and snow—no flavor could possibly be sweet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the top of the steps stood a grand complex, its high walls completely blocking outside surveillance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only one gate, one zhang wide, opened in the center; above it hung a plaque bearing the bold, ink-drenched characters “Yagyū Kendo Dojo”—the brushstrokes wild and unrestrained, each stroke merging into the next, clearly written in one swift motion, revealing the calligrapher’s profound mastery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two boys, under a meter and thirty centimeters tall, sat at the dojo’s entrance, clad in kendo uniforms so large they could double as bathrobes—comically absurd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the blazing sun, the two young apprentices napped beneath the eaves, leaning against the wall; one boy dribbled a glistening thread of drool from his lips, smiling peacefully, clearly dreaming of something wonderful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sumimasen!” Luo Quan called out loudly; the boys jolted awake, scrambling to their feet in panic, crying: “Senior brother, don’t hit me! Don’t hit me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan smiled: “Don’t be afraid—we’re friends of Yagyū Junko. We’ve come specially to find her.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Junko’s friend?” The boy on the left stared at Luo Quan, eyes wide, drool forgotten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So beautiful, this foreign sister,” he murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kōta, stop daydreaming!” his companion shouted, scolding him for his impoliteness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kōta blushed, quickly apologizing: “Sorry! Sorry!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan ignored the details and asked: “Is Junko home? Can you call her out?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two boys exchanged glances and whispered: “Junko was brought back yesterday by Senior Ryōsuke and the others. Soon after, she had a huge argument with the Flow Master.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now Junko is under total house arrest. Even if you’re her friend, she can’t come out to see you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Luo Quan’s heart sank—she knew this matter would be difficult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kōta added: “But you can go inside to see Junko—the Flow Master probably won’t refuse.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan nodded: “Then please inform him that a visitor named Luo Quan has come to pay respects.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1029,"2026-06-20T22:54:01.657Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","98c8c40fd288d72f65cb97fbca19473c8e5d4bde97f3b684bc6e1ca1c74241da","becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-chapter-75","becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-chapter-73",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbecoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-cover.jpg"]