I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 14 The Battle of the Extraordinary
"UH3, avoid the obstacle ahead!"

"UH3, avoid the obstacle ahead—Fuck!"

The surveillance screen lit up briefly before plunging into darkness. At the Yokosuka military base, the American lieutenant general in command couldn't help but swear, a cold sweat forming on his hoarse face.

The surveillance footage in front of him was half black; the rest was frozen in a scene of blood and flames.

"Lieutenant General, the target area is shrouded in dense fog."

"The swarm of drones suffered an unknown attack, resulting in the loss of 2425 and 26 drones!"

"Airborne squad"

The last violently shaking image, after the screams abruptly stopped, spun around and then came to a standstill.

A blood-stained recurve hind leg flashed across the screen, splattering blood onto the camera and forming clumps of brown spots.

Total destruction!

Snapped,

He slumped back into the chair, his dark face turning pale.

It's over,

Such heavy casualties,
Not only his political career, but also the Black community in America and the military's influence will suffer a huge blow.

Although many people like to talk about "Black Lives Matter," in reality, when faced with "classic skin color," American police almost always empty their magazines immediately; at the same time, in all walks of life, whites still hold an absolute advantage in power: it is unimaginably difficult for blacks to break through the glass ceiling.

So-called 'political correctness' is more often a tactic used by white people to deliberately disgust others.

After confirming the presence of 'extraordinary' phenomena in the island nation, the black lieutenant general immediately took drastic measures in an attempt to obtain firsthand samples.

It's all because he's too eager to improve!
However, it turned out that he had underestimated the power and wisdom of the 'extraordinary'.

The enemy is not a beast that only howls and charges in the movies, but an extraordinary human who can use tactics, knows how to avoid gunfire, uses soldiers as shields, and can even 'call for backup'!

Yes, in the Black Lieutenant General's view, the extraordinary beings that appeared this time were not a single person: that 'werewolf' clearly did not have the ability to create clouds and mist.

How could such important intelligence not be passed on?
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

In this matter, the black lieutenant general wrongly accused the island nation's high-ranking officials whom they had bribed.

Not to mention the high-ranking officials hiding in the secure conference room, even 'Iori Kazuka' who was on the front line was completely dumbfounded.

This fog.
Tired, let's destroy it.

Hiding behind the engine of a car, Iori Kazuka, holding a pistol, peeked out cautiously, observing what lay ahead.

In the dense fog where visibility was less than two meters, the gunfire and roars had ceased, proving that the American soldiers had been wiped out.

As for the situation of 'Tanimura Watari' being killed.
While it's not impossible, as an island nation, Iori Kazuka would prefer to see America suffer a setback.

"Tsk, besides transforming itself into a monster, can it also turn a dog into a human?"

His gaze fell on a Shiba Inu not far away, wrapped in metal mesh and with more than a dozen tranquilizer darts stuck in its body. Yi Hua's eyes flashed.

Given the current situation, it's highly unlikely that Tanimura Watari will be caught. But if they could capture this Shiba Inu—no, it should be called a 'dog demon'—that would be a great achievement!
To avoid being criticized for being "immovable as a mountain" on the battlefield.

"Can you hear me, Director? Please respond—"

"Yihua, what's the matter?"

The dejected voice of her immediate supervisor came through the earpiece. Iori Kazuka didn't rush to report, but instead quietly confirmed.

"Director, is it safe over there?"

Safety?

Takeya Haru, far away at the Metropolitan Police Department headquarters,

Since personal safety is not an issue, the only remaining question, according to Ichika, is whether there is a traitor among them!
The fact that the American soldiers arrived so quickly is obvious; there must be a traitor within their ranks.

"Speak,"

After a few seconds,

Director Zhuya's voice rang out again, indicating that other receivers had been disconnected and one-to-one communication had been maintained.

"Director, the mission has failed."

"Most of the American soldiers are also doomed."

"However, Tanimura Watari's dog was left at the scene. I guess this Shiba Inu was also corrupted or assimilated by 'extraordinary' forces. Look."

“You did a great job!”

The sound in the headset suddenly increased by more than ten decibels. Just by listening to the sound, Iori Kazuka could imagine her boss's jubilant expression.

"Quickly, get that Shiba Inu—no, that supernatural creature—out here!"

"Director, there's such a thick fog."

"I believe in you, Yihua!"

The superintendent, far away in the Metropolitan Police Department, threw a heavy punch.

This is a huge victory!

"Tsk, they really know how to order people around."

After hanging up the headset, Iori Kazuka crouched down and moved to the Shiba Inu wrapped in layers of metal mesh, then grabbed the mesh and dragged it aside.

As a frontline police officer who frequently "handles cases" in Adachi Ward, she knows this area very well. Even when shrouded in thick fog, she can still easily and silently retreat with this "extraordinary Shiba Inu".

As for Tanimura Watari, and this inexplicable fog?
Ha, let whoever has the ability do what they want!
She was just a 'delicate woman' and wouldn't get involved in the battles between these extraordinary beings.

---

"Whoohoo~~"

Dozens of meters away from the ground littered with dismembered limbs and corpses, in front of a clothing store.

Maintaining his 'werewolf' stance, Wataru Tanimura was panting heavily while 'licking the bag'.

"AN/PVS-14 night vision goggles,"

"Laser rangefinder, stun grenades, M16A4, Interceptor Level IV body armor"

It must be said that the American soldiers were well-equipped; their gear alone cost well over $100,000, which is almost 20 million yen. If they had another chance to fight at a distance, Wataru Tanimura would never have been able to wipe them out so easily.

Regardless, he is the victor now!
We need to leave quickly.
call out--

Pfft

Amidst the soft sound,

A line of blood suddenly spurted out from his arm.

Could there be other enemies?

Instinctively, it rolled to the side, and a series of 'plop' sounds landed on the spot where Tanimura Wataru had just been leaning, shooting out finger-sized holes in the glass!

gun?
wrong
While rolling and dodging,
Tanimura Wataru could clearly feel that there was only a hole half a finger deep in his arm where he had just been shot.

No warhead!

As the battle intensified, Wataru Tanimura's mastery of the 'demon power' within his body became increasingly proficient. He could clearly sense the bullets that had penetrated deep into his body, and naturally, he could also perceive that the attack just now was not a physical bullet.

"Who's over there?!"

Sniffed and turned to look at the mist.

"terribly sorry,"

A distorted voice came from the mist, as if it had passed through something before reaching his ears.

"I'm going to take the 'Killing Stone' from you."

? !
Could it be that it was sent by some 'higher-ranking official'?

No, it's only been two days. Since that 'master' has bestowed power upon me, there's no reason for him to take it back so quickly!
"Whose man are you?" Although his vision was obscured by the thick fog, Tanimura Wataru was still able to locate the other party with his excellent sense of smell: at the 11 o'clock position, about 20 meters away!
"I?"

The person in the mist seemed to be thinking about how to answer, but Tanimura Watari had already kicked his legs!
brush,

He landed on all fours and pounced out like a wild beast.

The little 'demon power' within his body was squeezed out, and like burning his life force, he launched a desperate attack!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh

The fog was disturbed, leaving long trails as finger-thick 'bullets' shot towards Tanimura Watari. If it weren't for the fog, these 'bullets' would be so fast and well-hidden that they would be difficult to detect.

brush,

Leaping left and right while speeding, charging in a standard 'Z' pattern.

A bullet grazed Tanimura Wataru's face, leaving a scar and causing his pupils to shrink.

It's water!

The opponent used water as 'bullets' to launch an attack.

Sure enough, the fog was also the other party's doing: although Tanimura Wataru was very grateful to the other party, if it weren't for this fog, he might have been turned into mincemeat by the helicopter overhead.

But if the other party wants to kill him, then it's up to each of them to rely on their own abilities!
brush--

With Tanimura Watari's speed, he quickly closed the distance to within a few meters of the other party, and could barely make out a figure holding an umbrella.

And the other person's other hand was raised, with the index finger making a shooting gesture.

D-rank Water Release: Water Gun Technique
call out,

A bullet made of water was fired at Tanimura Watari.

He suddenly tilted his head, dodging the attack.

The other party wasn't idle either; with a push of their feet, they floated backward, their blurry figure instantly disappearing into the thick fog.

"Don't try to escape!"

The opponent possesses the ability to create mist and use water as bullets; it should be some kind of water-type monster.

As a 'wolf demon', Tanimura Watari naturally had to close the distance and engage in hand-to-hand combat.

Otherwise, they'll be shot to death!

The two chased and fled, speeding through the thick fog.

There's no escape!

The figure holding an umbrella continuously attacks with water droplets as bullets.

However, for the thick-skinned and tough Tanimura Wataru, the opponent's attack was not fatal; and his speed was obviously faster than the opponent's, so he would catch up with him very soon.

The distance between the two continued to close, and they could already see each other's school uniforms under their umbrellas.
Immediately—

splash,

The sound of water gushing out underfoot made Tanimura Watari's face change color abruptly.

Could it be? !
"You've fallen for their trap,"

"Water Snake Bind".

The water beneath their feet seemed to come alive, coiling around them like a python and firmly binding Tanimura Ferry to the spot.

?

Looking down, Tanimura Watari realized that he had actually chased after the river.

Meanwhile, the mysterious person holding an umbrella was standing on the river!

I was careless.
The water climbs and winds its way upwards.

No matter how hard Tanimura Watari struggled, he was completely powerless.

In the blink of an eye, it spread to his chest, and it looked like it was about to fill his mouth and nose—

"Hehehe~~"

Just as the outcome was about to be decided, a string of silvery laughter rang out from the side, causing the figure holding the umbrella to pause in mid-air.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh

Several paper cranes flew by, their wings like sharp knives, seemingly cutting through the water that bound the Tanimura Ferry.

? !
Take this opportunity,

Tanimura Watari suddenly exerted his strength and leaped backward.
Covered in mud and water, they tumbled out of the enemy's main battlefield in a sorry state.

"who are you?"

Jun Kishida, who was covering his face with an umbrella, turned his head with a grim expression: In the air beside him, a girl was floating.

Do not,
This doesn't look human at all.

This 'girl' has charming features, wears a 'kosode' from the Heian period, and has bare legs, yet she doesn't give off any ambiguous feeling.

Because her entire body is made of paper!

A face drawn on paper, clothes cut from paper, and legs folded from paper.
“You can call me 'Paper Dance',”

Floating in the air, swaying in the gentle breeze, the 'girl' monster with graceful dance moves smiled sweetly.

Paper Dance?

As a top student, Jun Kishida's eyes flashed as he held an umbrella.

"I see,"

Without a sound, he sank down and disappeared into the river.

Paper Dance

Thin paper is inherently emotionless, but once its sharp edge is revealed, it becomes like a blade; paper folded into a heart, once depicted in all things in the world. Kishida Jun, who is well-versed in classical texts, knows that this kind of monster hates two things the most.

Ruthless flames, tender tears.

And he,

This is precisely what Paper Dance despises.

Since the hunt has failed, there's no point in saying more; let's find another opportunity to strike.

Jun Kishida, who had sunk into the river, left without hesitation.

"Phew, I'm saved."

Tanimura Wataru, who had nearly drowned, glanced at the river in front of him with lingering fear: without realizing it, he had been lured to the banks of the 'Arakawa River'.

"Thank you so much, Miss Paper Dance?"

"Hehe~~ Don't get it wrong, dog demon."

"I just hate water sprites, I'm not helping you."

With those words, a gentle breeze blew, and the being called 'Paper Dance' drifted away.

"Thank you anyway."

Facing the empty fog, Tanimura Watari thanked him again.

as well as--

Am I a dog demon, not a wolf demon?

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

P.S.: Two Robins in fifty draws, awesome!
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