I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 15 Intermission
"Hey?"

"Due to a sudden dense fog in Kita-Senju Town, a Black Hawk helicopter crashed in 1-chome. Fortunately, there were no casualties."

While eating breakfast and scrolling through her phone, Qiu Riqiong paused, her fingers pausing.

"It crashed in the city center."

"After the Osprey, is the Black Hawk also unreliable?"

Plane crashes in America are nothing new to the island nation: with so many planes taking off and landing every day, it's perfectly normal for some to malfunction.

"One aircraft? No casualties?"

Sitting opposite her, Akihi Yu rolled her eyes.

There are clearly five!
Putting aside passersby and residents, aren't American soldiers human beings?
"How dare they report such utterly ridiculous news?"

Akihi Yu is absolutely qualified to say this, after all, he was truly 'on the scene and saw it with his own eyes'.

If he hadn't taken down those five Black Hawk helicopters, it's questionable whether the two "off-line" workers he created could have escaped unscathed.

"How could we possibly be shown the truth when it concerns America?"

"Let's not talk about that, brother. Do you really want to go to school with that bad woman?"

Putting down her phone, Qiu Riqiong asked a question with a serious expression.

"Nao isn't a 'bad woman,' you used to be very clingy to her."

Akihi Yu was rather speechless at her younger sister's sulking.

"Let's go, let's go to school happily."

"I wonder how long these peaceful days can last."

"Humph,"

With a soft hum, Qiu Riqiong said nothing more.

Two days ago, my brother killed four scumbags; although it was called 'self-defense,' murder is murder.

Of course, Akihi Sora didn't want to see her brother go to jail, not even for a day! She accepted Akihi Yu's act of destroying the evidence, but that didn't mean the matter was over. Maybe tomorrow, maybe the next second, the police would come knocking on the door.

In the face of such a crisis, the things that have happened in the past seem to become acceptable.
"I will never forgive that wicked woman!"

As Akihi Sora stepped out of her house, she reiterated her stance, prompting Akihi Yu to nod helplessly.

"Yes Yes Yes,"

"Yu-kun, little Akihi-kun."

At the intersection not far away, the class monitor, who was nervously adjusting his glasses, raised his hand to greet the two of them.

"Nao, let's go together."

"Ah okay."

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Bunkyo District,
"I'm going out,"

Wearing her school uniform, Jun Kishida left her apartment building, carrying a backpack and a folded umbrella.

However, instead of heading directly to Koishikawa Junior High School, he turned a corner and walked towards the residential area next door.

Knock knock knock,

"Oh, it's Xiaochun. Thank you for your help again."

The person who opened the door was a middle-aged woman with a haggard face. Seeing the breakfast in the boy's hand, she mustered her spirits to greet him.

"Want to come in and sit down?"

"No, I have to go to school."

Jun Kishida hesitated for a moment as he handed the woman the breakfast he had bought on the way.

"Aunt Meihui, please take care of yourself."

"Give me some time, and I will help you completely get over your grief, I swear."

"I'm such a failure as an adult, having to rely on Xiao Chun to comfort me."

The haggard-looking woman tried to smile, but her face was full of bitterness: her name was Miyashita Mie, Miyashita Ryoko's mother.

Since her daughter died in a car accident six months ago, the woman has been devastated, both mentally and physically. She makes frequent mistakes at work and her husband orders her to stay home and rest. However, she is mostly in a daze, forcing Jun Kishida to bring her breakfast every few days.

"Aunt Meihui, please wait patiently."

After saying goodbye, Jun Kishida heard a soft sobbing coming from behind the closed door and gripped his umbrella tightly.

If the boy was only 'skeptical' about his previous experience of waiting for rain at school, then...

What Kishida witnessed last night has convinced him.

There really are extraordinary beings in this world!
Werewolves, paper dancers, police, and even the American army were mobilized.

Although they failed to obtain the 'Killing Stone' from the werewolf's forehead, these extraordinary beings signify:

Gui Shi Bai did not lie to him.

Revive Ryoko

This is not a fantasy!

What people fear most is not seeing hope. As long as there is a possibility, even if the chance is only one in ten thousand, it is enough to make countless people risk their lives for it!

To revive Ryoko, he would not hesitate to hunt down superhumans, or even target the military.

Having gained 'extraordinary power' for only two days, Kishida Jun's mindset has already undergone a drastic change. Possessing a deadly weapon, his killing intent has naturally arisen!
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.

Another 'participant' last night,
It is in:
"Sigh~~"

The metal tweezers were pulled out with a pop, bringing with them a trail of blood.

叮、

The deformed bullet landed on the ground, causing cold sweat to appear on Tanimura Watari's ferocious face.

Damn America!

He muttered curses under his breath as he took out a medical spray and applied it to the wound to stop the bleeding and disinfect it.

The tactical flashlight hanging overhead emitted a bright light, illuminating the surrounding walls covered in a layer of mud.

Two backpacks lay on the ground, haphazardly stuffed with various firearms, night vision goggles, grenades, and medkits—all 'high-end goods' contributed by American soldiers, including military energy bars. It was unclear which black soldier had been on a mission, but he had brought his own rations.

"Although 'demon power' can heal injuries, it also consumes a lot of energy."

After treating his wounds, Tanimura Wataru, whose body was wrapped in bandages, stood up and stretched.

Any novice ninja could use the 'Transformation Technique' to turn into a dog; however, the Inuzuka family's 'Four-Legged Technique' was naturally not an ordinary transformation technique.

Upon transforming into a dog, one gains additional physique, strength, and speed boosts, as well as sharp claws and teeth, and a keen sense of smell: although this overly acute sense of smell can lead to the embarrassing situation of being knocked over by a fart, its enhancement to combat power is definitely among the best for a beginner ninja.

"I'm so hungry, I need to eat a lot of meat."

Taking a big bite of the energy bar, Wataru Tanimura, hiding in the sewers, began to plan his next move.

Having wiped out so many American soldiers, they must be searching for him frantically outside.

Plainclothes police officers, surveillance cameras, and drones should be watched out for in the future.

The fact that I was found out so quickly shows that simply disguising myself wasn't enough. My ability to transform into an 'animal' has already been exposed, so if I maintain a 'semi-transformed' state, as long as my face, hands, and feet don't give me away, could I disguise myself as someone else?

With this plan flashing through his mind, Tanimura Watari began practicing his 'transformation' in the sewers.

A transmigrator leisurely goes to school, experiencing the transformation technique that is becoming increasingly proficient.

That's really hardworking.

Sitting in the classroom, Qiu Riyou looked out the window.
Not only his subordinates, but Akihi Yu himself was also controlling the crows in the sky, constantly patrolling the city.

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.

Kita Senju Town, 1-chome.

This place feels like a war zone; there isn't a single pedestrian on the street, and police officers in uniform are everywhere, all heavily armed.

There are also helicopters patrolling in the sky. It's just that mobilizing the Self-Defense Forces is too sensitive, coupled with the issue of the quality of the Self-Defense Forces. Otherwise, this place should be guarded by soldiers.

Police cars lined up to block all intersections, completely sealing off the area.

All residents were relocated to hotels in other areas, ostensibly to deal with the plane crash in America. This left the displaced residents wondering if the plane from the United States had carried radioactive materials, viral weapons, or something similar.

Otherwise, why make such a big fuss?
Faced with the fully functioning state apparatus, thousands of people living in this region left without complaint.

Even online, apart from a lukewarm accident report, there was no further buzz, as it was instantly drowned out by a flood of celebrity gossip.

"Absolutely impossible!"

"No unauthorized personnel are allowed to pass—"

Outside the cordoned-off area, with bloodshot eyes and an American soldier's gun pressed against his forehead, the middle-aged police inspector in charge of sealing off the area roared that he would not budge an inch.

"Don't try to scare me with this 'military operation' nonsense. I haven't received any orders from you. Go ahead and shoot if you dare!"

“This gentleman,”

The captain leading the American team looked grim. He was a high-ranking official in the country, and everyone in the island nation treated him with utmost respect. Now, however, he was being spat on. How could he not be furious?
However, no matter how angry he was, he couldn't just order the man to be shot: besides, this bald Japanese police officer in front of him was clearly not afraid of death!

"Please move aside, we are under orders."

"No one is allowed to go over without an order from the Ministry of Defense!"

Drawing his pistol from his waist, the bald police inspector's eyes were bloodshot as he ignored the gun barrels aimed at him from all around.

"Anyone who dares to cross the cordon, I have the right to shoot and kill them according to the law!"

The bald inspector, with a "go ahead and kill me" attitude, glared at Captain America with a murderous look in his eyes.

"My son is dead,"

"Just last night, right here!"

"He died from a 5.56mm rifle bullet. Do you know who did it?"

"You want to get past? Come on, step over my dead body—"

"Oh, shit!!"

Captain America cursed angrily, veins throbbing on his forehead.

How could he, in full view of everyone, order the shooting of the Japanese police officer?

Don't be ridiculous. It's true that America is the father of the island nation, but he's just a lowly lieutenant. No matter how the conflict ends, he'll definitely have to face a military court.

The politicians on Capitol Hill would never hesitate to use him to quell the anger of the island nation.

"Contact the lieutenant general and ask him to put pressure on the other side."

In the end, the captain could only say, "If there's a problem, go find your superior."

If a real fight breaks out, you'll take all the credit, and I'll go to jail? A few thousand dollars a month, why risk my life?

(End of this chapter)