I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 62 The Extraordinary Era

Hell?

The White Ghost Messenger? The White Impermanence.
This sudden appearance of a mysterious supernatural being caused the important figures who were paying attention to the battlefield to widen their eyes in anger; almost everyone rushed in front of the monitor, wishing they could stick their heads inside and be there in person!
Island nations also have the concept of hell; otherwise, how would those temples that sell cemetery plots make a living? Wouldn't they rely on chanting sutras to help people be reborn in the Pure Land and attain Buddhahood? Then the so-called underworld is not hard to understand: the place where the soul goes after death.

If there is an underworld, doesn't that mean the cycle of reincarnation also exists?
Which of these important figures wouldn't want to live forever and enjoy wealth and glory forever?

Even if there is no way to achieve immortality, I will still pray for such glory and wealth in the next life, and be a superior person in every lifetime!

Famous temples receive millions or even tens of millions of yuan in incense money from 'believers' every day! What is it all for? Isn't it to pray for a good 'reincarnation'?
Even if they know it's fake, as long as there's even a one in a billion chance, big shots are willing to buy peace of mind: after all, money is just a number to them.

Now, a supernatural being representing the 'underworld' has appeared:

A pair of burning eyes fell on 'Ghost Messenger White' through the screen, as if they wanted to remember every single hair on his head.

The reason why emperors and generals in ancient times popularized "living people being buried with them" was precisely because they wanted to be able to wield power and influence in the "underworld".
No matter how powerful you are in the human world, you will die empty-handed; if you can befriend this 'Ghost Messenger Bai'...
They'd do anything for us!
"The form of address is not important."

The ghostly white figure, who was confronting the paper dance, spoke leisurely.
“You great demons, who have been wantonly killing people in the human world, will be punished by the gods.”

"But they've gone too far, using souls as sacrifices and manipulating them at will, completely disregarding our 'underworld'?"

"Ha~~"

In response to Gui Shi Bai's questioning,

Paper Dance was not to be outdone and retorted sharply.

"If my master weren't still unconscious, would you even dare to spout such nonsense here?"

After she finished speaking, her gaze fell on the 'Rain Woman' who was holding an umbrella.

"Little one, does the underworld promise to resurrect your lover?"

? !
Amidst the rapidly racing hearts of countless powerful figures watching, Paper Dance continued leisurely.

"Don't be fooled. Even in the underworld, the process of resurrecting a person is extremely complicated—besides, do you think he would set a 'tool' like you free?"

A useful tool should be used until you die!
"You didn't deny that they have the ability to resurrect people."

Under the umbrella,
A sound, disturbed by the water flow, came through.

"This is enough!"

For most people, the most despairing thing is not seeing any hope.

As long as there is hope, even if the probability is only one in ten thousand, it is enough to fight with all one's might!
Kishida Jun trembled slightly under the umbrella. Even this 'Paper Dancer' did not deny that the underworld had the ability to resurrect people, proving that Ghost Messenger Shiro had not lied to him.

"I really don't understand you humans."

Splash,

Starting from the feet, the paper that makes up the 'paper dance' begins to scatter.

"The demons have been unleashed, I can't be bothered to waste my time with you. Goodbye, I don't want to see you again~~"

As the paper continued to decompose upwards, until even the exquisite head turned into scattered white paper, the extraordinary being known as 'Paper Dance' departed just like that.

"Good job,"

He nodded slightly to Jun Kishida, who was holding an umbrella.
Gui Shi Bai glanced at the drone in the sky, leaving a meaningful look in the eyes of countless dignitaries.

Then, as if time were reversed, the colors on his body began to fade, and finally even the lines that outlined his figure disappeared, vanishing in the blink of an eye.

Holding an umbrella, Jun Kishida naturally didn't linger. He enveloped himself in the water and headed towards the sewers. As he entered the sewers, the once bustling battlefield suddenly became deserted.

Is this over?

It seems, it appears, that it is indeed over.

"Well, it seems that today's live stream is coming to an end."

Holding his tools, Ichihashi Tatsumi shrugged, then pushed off with his feet, and the gust of wind carried him away first.

"Then, goodbye."

Brush, X2
the other side,
Saito, who looked like a high school student, and Yamagami Tetsuya, who had put away the steel pipe, slipped away.

Their 'leader' Paper Dance is gone, what's he still doing here?
Should we continue the major battle with the Self-Defense Forces?
"Catch them—"

In the Metropolitan Police Department command center,
Some Self-Defense Force officials reacted and shouted, but the radio crackled to life:
"Get out! Go by yourself!"

"Do you think fighting superhuman beings is some kind of tokusatsu drama?"

"￥#@%! During the exam, we were never told to deal with this kind of thing! I'm going to quit! I'm going to sue you all!!"

A chorus of angry curses erupted over the walkie-talkie. Their usual humility and politeness were built on mutual flattery. Now, facing monsters that could unleash explosions, lightning, and raging winds with a wave of their hand, the soldiers on the front lines were already showing the utmost restraint by not cursing their superiors' ancestors.

The island nation's Self-Defense Forces are not military forces, but rather civil servants!
Although the salary is not bad, it's only 20 yen a month. Why work so hard?
Even if there is an extra commuting allowance, you might receive it but not live to spend it!
"You have absolutely no military honor."

"Can glory put food on the table? If you're so capable, come to the front lines!"

The rear commander was so frustrated he almost fainted, but sending him to the front lines was a joke. His father was a member of parliament, and his father's father held a position in the cabinet. He was no different from these ordinary soldiers; he was a pillar of the island nation.

Yes, he wasn't afraid of death, but he was afraid that the island nation would suffer significant losses.

The thought flashed through his mind, and the commander, now emboldened, roared again.

"This is an order: intercept the escaping superhuman immediately!"

Beep beep beep

Judging from the lack of response on the walkie-talkies, the people on the front lines have already given up.

red deer!

The army is full of idiots!

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Da da da,

Soon, the island nation's helicopters arrived at the scene.

"cross!"

Before the plane had even come to a complete stop, a young girl jumped off and stumbled towards the battlefield.

"Hoshino, I'm sorry."

Lying in Iori Kazuka's arms, Tanimura Wataru, his face covered in blood, his hair turned silver-white, and his breath faint, opened his eyes, his lips twitching as he tried to make a 'smile' expression.

"Let me show you this pathetic state."

"No, you're handsome. Nobody's more handsome than you!"

Holding the young man's hand, his cold, iron-like palm brought tears to the girl's eyes. "Watari, you are my hero!"

So... so please, you must...

"I can't go on,"

However, Wataru Tanimura no longer had the strength to shake his head; his ability to hold on until now was merely his last shred of determination.

“Mocha. Mai, come here.”

At Tanimura Wataru's soft call, two wounded ninja dogs approached.

Besides the Shiba Inu that lost an eye, the newly joined military dog ​​also lost a leg.

"Feel sorry,"

"Following me has caused you suffering."

"Woof woof~~"

The two dogs licked their owner, trying to comfort him.

Their intelligence is not low, and with training, it is not impossible for them to speak human language.

"after."

Turning his gaze to the girl who was crying her eyes out, Tanimura Watari gave his final order.

"Protect her!"

"Don't cry, Hoshino."

"I never had any grand ambitions to begin with; I just stumbled upon extraordinary powers."

They spent most of their time in the sewers, and their battles were always unsuccessful; thinking about it carefully, their lives were truly a failure.

"In the end, I am already content to have you all see me off."

He was held in Iori's arms, with Hoshino holding his hand beside him, and Fuji Seiko standing to the side.

Don't be sad for me, I'm going—

Snapped,
His hand fell limply.
His smiling face tilted to one side.

A beautiful woman sheds tears, and a loyal dog sees her off—isn't this a good ending?
Akemi, your brother is here.
"Watari!!"

"Woooooo~~~"

The girl threw herself onto the young man's body, who had closed his eyes forever, and wept bitterly. The two wounded dogs whimpered softly, their grief overflowing. The doctors who had rushed over stopped in their tracks, and a group of people stood in silence, heads bowed, bidding farewell to their 'hero'.

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.

"Hahaha!!!"

"Rashomon, and the true spirits of a hundred demons."

"My opportunity has arrived—"

In the chaotic classroom, some boys excitedly put away their phones and rushed out.

"what are you doing?"

Faced with the teacher's angry rebuke from the podium, the boy rushed out of the classroom without looking back.

"I must go and find the true spirit of the hundred demons!"

?

Yes indeed,

The others also realized what was happening.

According to the 'paper spirit' in the live stream, although the hundred demons haven't descended, their 'true spirits' are scattered throughout the island nation. If one could find them—and forge bonds with them when they were weak—wouldn't that be the legendary...?

Onmyoji!
As a traditional profession in island nations, they observe celestial phenomena, understand calendars, perform divination, and manipulate shikigami (spirits).
Putting everything else aside, if one could subdue even one of the 'Hundred Demons,' one could immediately become a superior person!
Thump,

Thinking of this,

Amidst the commotion, many excited boys rushed out of the classroom.

A hundred ghosts roam, and the extraordinary arrives, all in the face of the tides of the times:

This book is better left unread!
Anyway, they won't be able to get into university.

"you--?"

"Damn it, do you even know how to subdue a hundred demons? Charms, Poké Balls!"

As soon as Professor Yuanzhu opened his mouth on the podium, he also revealed that he was an anime fan.

"Classmates, don't act rashly."

Unable to stop those who were already howling and wailing about skipping school, Teacher Yuanzhu had no choice but to turn to the students who remained and patiently persuade them.

"The extraordinary. Although its existence has been proven, you have all seen how dangerous it is."

The live stream just now was extremely bloody and violent!
In any country, that would be at least 20; beneath the dazzling supernatural power lie countless corpses, ruined buildings, burning battlefields, and even more:

"Even government personnel suffered heavy casualties."

The three men, including Tanimura Watari, were wearing specially made police uniforms, making it clear at a glance that they were government personnel.

Its final burst of power even pierced through the 'Rashomon' gate, shattering the 'Hundred Demons' form that was about to break free and saving the island nation.

However, even such a powerful figure fell.
At this point, the teacher couldn't help but press his temples.

What's going on here? I'm way past the age of being a teenager, and suddenly some kind of 'ghost or god' appears.
"Nao, what's wrong?"

Upon hearing Qiu Riyou's voice, the class monitor, who was covering his forehead, waved his hand.

My mind is a bit muddled.

"Yu-kun, this world is about to change."

"Well, you're right."

Sitting down opposite the class monitor, Qiu Riyou nodded calmly, as if it were none of her business.

"An extraordinary era is about to begin."

(End of this chapter)