I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 72 Others

Bang!
The fist slammed heavily against the wall of the presidential suite in the five-star hotel.

A deep fist mark was left behind!

"We're late."

Iori Kazuka was so angry her temples throbbed. They had just arrived after receiving intelligence from their informant, only to find that their target, 'Ichihashi Tatsu,' had vanished. It wasn't that he had sensed the danger; rather, a group of men in black suits had taken him away first!

"Sir, calm down, calm down."

Mai Kawai, with her short bob haircut, stepped forward to dissuade them because:
"The damaged room will eventually be compensated by our Metropolitan Police Department."

"Let's see who dares!"

Enraged, Iori Ichika yelled and shouted like a thug, leaving the hotel staff nearby speechless with anger.

The female head of the 'Extraordinary Countermeasures Section' seems to be in a bad mood.

"Phew~~ Mai, how's the surveillance going?"

Rubbing her temples, Yi Zhi asked.

"Sir,"

“The hotel’s surveillance system was compromised,”

"It was done by professionals; there's no way to fix it."

???

Hearing his subordinate's earnest report, Yi Hua felt his headache worsen.

"So, in other words, the other party brazenly took away the target from the city, and we have no clue whatsoever?"

"We can't say that. At least we can be sure of two things:"

Mai, with her bob haircut, turned her head and looked at the 'prostitutes' who were being questioned.

"Judging from their behavior, the person who took the target must possess some extraordinary ability to influence thinking."

These women all seemed to have amnesia, their memories stuck on useless information like "Ichihashi Tatsumi is so great!" and "So amazing!" However:

"Some of them still have traces of that substance in their bodies."

"The target's golden liquid?"

"Have the forensic department collect the samples immediately—"

"Yes Yes!"

With a flushed face, Kawai Mai jogged away to relay the order.

To think that a girl who doesn't even have a boyfriend would get involved in a case like this makes me really want to quit my job!
After a flurry of activity, it was already past midnight when they returned to the Metropolitan Police Department. Kawai Mai, having submitted her report, found Iori Kazuka, who was resting, and reported:
"Sir, I have good news and bad news."

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"Let me tell you the good news first,"

Iori Kazuka, who was reclining on the bench, spoke.
What just happened must have been done by some big zaibatsu in Tokyo!

The Metropolitan Police Department has nearly 6 officers, but this seems insufficient when spread across Tokyo's tens of millions of residents, especially given the recent surge in supernatural incidents.

Those large conglomerates each maintain a group of "white gloves" (front men); or rather, many so-called "underworld" figures have their backs. The kidnapping of Ichihashi Tatsumi will most likely yield no results.

"The good news is that the R&D department has produced the 'secondary superhuman serum'."

Following closely behind Iori Kazuka and Fuji Seiko, Kawai Mai has recently received a series of promotions and raises, making her an elite member of the "Supernatural Countermeasures Department".

"This 'secondary extraordinary serum' is much weaker, but it can still create extraordinary beings with a little bit of 'demonic power'."

"Soon, there will be more 'super soldiers' to share the work of our superiors and seniors."

"Phew~~ Great!"

Iori Kazuka let out a long sigh of relief. Training, developing combat skills, and going on missions all over the place would take a toll on even the strongest person. Especially when a superhuman appeared, she or Fuji Seiko had to be there to oversee things. Hoshino was busy training with two superhuman dogs, trying to replicate Tanimura Wataru's combat prowess during the Shibuya incident.

"Where's the bad news?"

Upon hearing her question, Kawai Mai, who was holding the documents, hesitated for a moment.

"The raw materials are the blood of our superiors and predecessors."

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"I"

Iori Kazuka wanted to swear!
"According to the R&D department, this situation should improve soon."

"Look, three native transcendents can create six 'artificial transcendents' in a day, and those six 'artificial transcendents' can then create twelve 'secondary transcendents'."

Kawai Mai comforted her superior, saying that if this expansion continued, it would have a bit of a "son begets grandson, grandson begets son, and so on, endlessly" feel to it.

"You know how high the failure rate is for creating superhumans, so never mind!"

With her eyes closed, Iori Ichika lay down on the bench and began to sleep.

Regardless of what the world will be like tomorrow, right now she only wants:
rest!

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.

After gaining superpowers,
Not everyone can live a life of luxury like Ichihashi Tatsumi, relying solely on popularity and good looks.

More often than not, it's about constantly testing one's abilities and using those abilities to fulfill one's desires, for example:

Bang!
A large woven bag was thrown on the cement ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Judging from the wriggling motion, there was a person inside.

This is an abandoned building in Asaka City, Saitama Prefecture, near Wildfire Stop Park.

In the 1990s, this area was originally planned to be developed into a residential area. The more than ten-story buildings had already been topped out, and then the financial bubble burst!

With its funding chain broken, the developer jumped from the rooftop. Since then, this housing development has stood amidst the weeds on the outskirts of the city for over thirty years: even homeless people prefer to sleep in parks rather than visit these massive reinforced concrete 'tombstones'.

and so--

Tear

The crouching figure tore the woven bag open with both hands.

A female junior high school student who looked to be only fourteen or fifteen years old was revealed inside.

"Hey hey hey~~"

Faced with the young man's sinister grin as he reached out to her, the girl, whose wrists, ankles, and mouth were bound with duct tape, instinctively kicked off the ground and retreated. Until:
click,

She bumped into something on her back, which snapped with a crisp sound, and the girl instinctively turned around.

What came into view was a twisted, pitch-black 'humanoid' staring at her, with only four dark holes remaining on its head!

She just broke the other person's arm.

The charred hand fell, resembling charcoal; but from the broken end, traces of bone could still be faintly seen, causing the girl's pupils to shrink and her to instinctively roll away.

This was a purely instinctive biological action; she only realized it belatedly after getting far away from the 'charred black' figures.
It's a corpse!
Human corpses, charred corpses!

Her gaze swept across the other areas, and in the moonlight streaming in through the window, the girl belatedly noticed several twisted, charred figures lying on the ground.

"Hahahaha~~~"

Amidst laughter filled with wickedness and arrogance, the young man who had brought her here opened his arms.

Welcome to my paradise!

"These are your seniors, would you like to say hello to them?"

With a lewd grin, the young man walked over, picked up the charred severed hand from the ground, and waved it at the girl, mimicking a waving gesture.

"My name is not important. What's important is that she played with me for a full three hours."

"How long can you hold on?"

"Waaaaah~~~" The girl shook her head desperately; without a doubt, she had encountered a 'supernatural event'.

But it had nothing to do with the beautiful encounter she had imagined. The other party just wanted to vent his malice. The charred corpses behind him were girls who had suffered the same fate as her!
踏、

"Who?!"

Just then, the young man who was about to commit violence suddenly turned around and looked towards the entrance of the abandoned building:
A young man holding a dagger walked in under the moonlight.

High school student?
brush,

A figure flashed by, and the other party rushed towards them at high speed!
A two-inch-deep footprint was left on the cement ground beneath his feet, from which wisps of smoke rose.

So fast!

but--

The young man's eyes hardened, he puffed out his cheeks, and spat out.

A torrent of flames erupted from his mouth, instantly spreading and covering the entire area in front of him!

He chose this location for his crime because its complex architecture and terrain were ideal for someone like him to escape his pursuers; at the same time, his sorcery was also very suitable for him to perform here.

Burn to ashes—?!

Amidst the raging flames, a hand suddenly burst forth and covered the young man's mouth.

No, that's just a bluff.

He instinctively grabbed the other person's arm, and the sensation he felt told the young man that the other person's skin and muscles had already been burned to charcoal by his 'sorcery'!

There's absolutely nothing to be afraid of.
The next second, the charred boy who had rushed through the flames began to collapse out of thin air!
The charred body continued to shatter and fall; finally, even the hand that had covered the young man's mouth turned into countless fragments that fell down in a flurry.

Hey?
Ha, ha ha ha~~

"I thought it was some extraordinary being, but it turns out it's nothing special."

Perhaps my 'demonic fire' has become stronger?

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The girl on the ground next to him suddenly opened her eyes wide and retreated rapidly in terror, as if she had seen something incredibly terrifying.

"What, you can't wait any longer?!"

The young man, who turned to look at the girl, froze, because he noticed that the shadow on the ground was wriggling!
The moonlight shone in through the window, casting a double-headed shadow.

Two-headed?

Suddenly turning his head, the young man let out a heart-wrenching scream.

"Monster!!!!!"

On his shoulder, a head was swelling up and soon took the shape of the boy from before.

"You enjoy toying with others?"

Amid the questioning, the boy's head became increasingly clear, even taking the dominant position and 'squeezing' the young man's head aside.

Is this the other person's superpower?

The young man, realizing what was happening, instinctively wanted to 'breath fire' at his opponent, but his hands moved first.

Snapped,

Two hands covered his mouth, silencing his struggles.

"What do you value life for?!"

"Woooooo~~"

This time, it was the young man's turn to sob and beg for mercy.

However, Saito gave him no chance to speak, unleashing his full power of 'sorcery' to continuously erode and devour his cells.

In the abandoned building, a two-headed, four-armed 'monster' struggles under the moonlight, creating a terrifying and eerie scene!
It's as if, no, such power is the true evil!
Parasitic Ghost Destruction Technique
This is the power that "Mr. San" bestowed upon him: evil, cruel, and terrifying. Yet in Saito's hands, it becomes a weapon to destroy evil!
Not long after,

The fire-breathing youth's body was completely corrupted, and he transformed into the boy who stepped into the building.

Picking up the dagger from the ground, the boy walked toward the girl who had collapsed in fear.

puff,

Cut the tape binding the other person's hands and feet.
The boy peeled off the tape stuck to the other person's mouth and picked them up.

"I'll take you to the police station."

"If you are scared, close your eyes."

"Wow wow wow~~~"

The girl he held in his arms burst into tears like a child.

This made the boy lower his eyes, the extraordinary evil...
We must hunt!

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.

"Cough cough,"

Money, women, power.

The elderly man, limp on the ground, struggled to beg for mercy.

"Is there nothing else worth pursuing besides these three?"

A middle-aged man carrying a steel pipe stepped over the corpses scattered on the ground, holding an open scripture in his other hand:
"God so loved the world,"

"He even gave his one and only Son to them, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life."

"Since you call yourself the 'Child of God,' do you love the world?"

"Have you fulfilled any promises you made to the believers?"

"me."

The old man wanted to say yes, but he knew that the person before him was not one of those weak, brainwashed 'believers,' but someone who deeply abhorred cults.

"Sir, from the mountain, cough cough cough,"

"I don't have any contact with your family."

There is no contact whatsoever!

"Yes,"

Wearing glasses, Yamagami Toru, who looked like an ordinary middle-aged office worker, nodded.

“Your ‘Church of Ragnarok’ has nothing to do with me.”

"But—don't those families who were destroyed by you cease to exist?"

“They have neither the power nor the courage to take revenge on you; therefore, I have come. You may curse me in hell, wait for me, and then I will—”

He raised the steel pipe in his hand and pointed it at the cult's 'leader'.

"I'll kill you again!"

Zizzi~
A flash of lightning, and the old man's body fell to the ground.

In the end, his proclaimed status as a 'divine child' was still completely devoid of any divine power.

Unlike a certain guy who just lay down and did nothing, Saito and Yamagami Toru immediately threw themselves into their respective 'careers' after leaving Tokyo, and their diligence was incomparable.

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.

PS: The Parasitic Demon Destruction Technique is a Bloodline Limit. If developed to a certain level, it would roughly equal Kaguya's immortal regenerative abilities. Incidentally, the Senju and Uzumaki races do not possess Bloodline Limits; they are simply individuals with unique physical constitutions.

(End of this chapter)