I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 77 Belongs to the Extraordinary Circle

"Hurry up!"

"Manager, this dish isn't cooked yet."

"Stop dawdling, send it to room 42—"

Royal Beef Garden is a high-end restaurant specializing in grilled Wagyu beef; generally, guests grill their own meat and decide how well-done they want it. However, this doesn't mean they don't offer cooked food; after all, even wealthy people order takeout.

Urged by the manager, the waiters delivered bowl after bowl—yes, bowls—of grilled Wagyu beef to room 42 in a continuous stream.

Inside the room, a woman dressed in sportswear was engrossed in eating!

She tossed a palm-sized piece of roasted meat into her mouth and swallowed it without even chewing it.

???

"Manager, is this some kind of hungry ghost?"

Hungry ghost is a term from the Buddhist scripture "Mahayana Meaning Chapter".

Because of the sins committed in his previous life, he was reborn in the realm of hungry ghosts. He eats all day long but can never get enough to eat and always feels hungry, which is quite pitiful.

"You're the hungry ghost! Your whole family are hungry ghosts!"

With her leather jacket draped loose, looking every bit the part of a gangster boss, Iori Kazuka slammed her hand on the table and stood up.

The waiters behind them were so frightened that they took out their phones and whispered to others to "call the police" or "call 110".

"I'm the police!"

He pulled out his police ID and slapped it in front of the store manager.
With a snarling grin, Iori Ichika exuded a menacing aura.

"Look closely, I'm the head of the Extraordinary Countermeasures Section!"

"Yihua, calm down, calm down."

On the contrary, it was the real 'yakuza' kimono-clad beauty that Miyako Kana quickly stepped forward to dissuade her.

"Excuse me, this officer is handling a case involving supernatural beings. Could you please bring the food over as soon as possible?"

After saying that, she took out her wallet and pulled out a wad of banknotes.

"money is not a problem."

"Ah, okay, please wait a moment!"

It's another police officer's ID from the 'Extraordinary Countermeasures Division,' and another stack of banknotes. Even if that's not the case, the person sitting in the room is a hungry ghost.

But what does it matter? Does it matter who the customers are, as long as they pay? Even a hungry ghost will greet you with a smile—provided they don't eat you.

He picked up a bowl of beef and poured it into his mouth with gusto; he grabbed a bottle of beer, cracked it open with a snap, and drank the liquid down. In the messy room filled with empty bowls, Tianma patted his stomach.

"Eat until you're 70% full"

"You bastard!"

Iori grabbed her friend's shoulders with both hands and spat directly onto the other's face.

"I haven't finished speaking yet!"

"Besides strong willpower, this process consumes a lot of energy."

It's fortunate that this is a restaurant that it can fill the gap in this way; otherwise, it would have turned into a scene of 'Tokyo eating people'.

"Waaaaah~ My wallet~~"

The kimono-clad beauty next to her, Hana, was on the verge of tears. She had originally planned to get a free meal, but ended up bleeding her wallet dry.

"Stop crying, let's move to another room and continue eating."

"Hana, it's your treat—"

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"awesome!"

In another room,

Pegasus Hope threw a few jabs, leaving a trail of afterimages, his excitement evident in his eyes.

"I feel like I could beat ten of my past selves now!"

Strength, speed, reaction time, even with her eye condition.
"Wait, hope for your eyes?"

"Well, what happened?"

Ichika looked at her friend in surprise, while Hana had already taken out her makeup box.

"Look for yourself—"

Pegasus looked into the mirror in the makeup box. The woman in the mirror had a radiant expression, and the aura of a former fighter had returned to her!
What's most striking is that her pupils, originally jet black, have faded, gradually leaving only gray-white, which, combined with the white irises, gives her an indifferent and ethereal feeling.

"Oh, is this the price?"

Faced with such nonchalant words of hope, Yihua was speechless.

"No, normal 'artificial superhumans' don't exhibit any mutations, if I'm not mistaken."

According to the speculations of Nobel laureates in the laboratory, demonic power contains unimaginably complex 'genetic information'; there is a certain probability that artificially created superhumans will mutate. Of course, this probability only exists in experimental conjecture, but now:

"I hope you've won the lottery!"

"Try it, see what's so special about these eyes?"

Urged on by Yi Hua, Tian Ma hoped his eyes would dart left and right before finally settling on the beef on the table.

Snapped,

He slapped the plate of beef.

Inside, high-grade Wagyu beef with snowflake-like marbling is scattered like a shower of flowers.

"Why--?!"

Amid Hana's exclamation, Tenma Nozomi grabbed the steak tongs from the table and swung them, creating a blur of motions.

Brush, brush, brush, brush, brush, brush

In the blink of an eye, she neatly arranged the scattered beef pieces into a row in mid-air, even adjusting their size and angle.

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"Stunning dynamic visuals!"

Even Iori Kazuka, who is a 'manufactured superhuman', couldn't help but be surprised.

"What kind of ability is this? I'll go back and ask—no, don't let anyone else know about this."

With a serious expression, Iori Ichika gave her two friends some instructions.

"I can still handle ordinary artificial superhumans."

"But what if people knew you were a mutant?"

One private seat in the underground laboratory!
"I see,"

Tenma nodded in agreement, while Hana, standing beside him, thoughtfully offered him a pair of brown sunglasses.

"Thanks, Yihua."

"No need to thank me, we're best friends!"

Patting Hope on the shoulder, Yihua, a childhood friend, was also happy to see her cheer up. As for the other one:
"Hana, when you get back, find a few trustworthy people and prepare some nutritional IV drips before you take them."

"Your shady dealings, while having no connection with ordinary people, would be best suited for a career change."

During this period, the Tokyo underworld was in a state of high alert.

Many extraordinary beings who gained power immediately turned their attention to the underworld!

"What should I do then?!"

The woman in the kimono spread her hands. She had lived with her mother since she was a child. According to her mother, her father died young in childbirth.

She graduated from school as an ordinary person, originally planning to become a hostess with an easy life, but a group of men in black suits came knocking on her door: her biological father had died, and the loyal second-in-command helped her take over the 'Jinguji Group'.

They operate regular bars, KTVs, and milk tea shops.

She was the richest of the three sisters, but also the most overworked: being a gang leader is not an easy job for a woman.

"I neither use drugs nor force anyone, and I haven't even used violence except when dealing with other underworld organizations."

How could such a conscientious gangster not survive?
"Let's open a gym."

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Upon hearing this, both Nozomi Tenma and Kana Miya were taken aback.

"Don't look at me like that. I can tell you that a fitness craze is about to sweep the world."

"Remember? I said there are two things that make you extraordinary: a strong physique and an unyielding will."

"I see,"

Regardless of whether the quantity of the extraordinary drug will spread to ordinary people, the wealthy will definitely start exercising: driven by this 'celebrity effect,' the entire island nation will be swept up in a fitness craze.

Entering the industry at this time can indeed make you a fortune!
and:

"In that case, I'll finally have a chance to prove myself."

Wearing brown sunglasses, Pegasus Hope stretched his arms and legs.

"Be careful, Pegasus."

Don't kill someone with one punch.

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.

Adachi Ward,
In an ordinary detached house,
"Tell me, what's the matter?"

Qiong glanced at Nao, the class president, sitting in her living room, then her gaze fell on her older brother across from her.

"this--"

Opening the futuristic-looking box on the table revealed two vials of medicine.

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"Extraordinary potion,"

"Drink it, and you will become extraordinary beings."

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"You got this from Minister Hongo?"

Qiong immediately realized that she and You ate and slept together, and were almost always together except when they were going to school; if there was anything unusual, it was that she had been inexplicably getting close to her department head recently.

"right,"

"It's just a transaction."

He pushed the medicine forward and raised his hand to signal.

"bring it on,"

"I specially prepared this flavor to your liking, please feel free to help yourself~~"

???

"Yu-kun, become extraordinary."

Is this such a child's play?

Class representative Nao couldn't help but push up her round-framed glasses, especially something like this:
"It must be very precious, right?"

This is extraordinary!
Although news stories like "XXX found a hundred ghosts and soared to the heavens" appear daily on the internet, television, and newspapers, and people become guests of important figures or join local police headquarters as high-ranking officials, their numbers still seem incredibly rare compared to the hundreds of millions of people in this island nation.

"Rare. Not really."

You smiled slightly.
"Besides, I'm a rather selfish person: as the saying goes, 'When one person attains enlightenment, even his chickens and dogs ascend to heaven.'"

"When you have something good, of course you should share it with the people around you first. Believe me, other extraordinary beings do the same."

These words were tantamount to Yu admitting to the two that she was also 'extraordinary,' which warmed Nao's heart.

Qiong, standing to the side, snorted coldly, picked up a potion, and drank it down in one gulp.

There's a bad woman involved too! I'm so angry!
Glug,

After taking the medicine, a warm current spread throughout my body, and then:

"Gone?"

"Otherwise, do you want to be in excruciating pain, or have your muscles bulge out and your clothes rip off?"

She rolled her eyes at her sister. The so-called 'drinking the potion' was just a formality. To make the two of them extraordinary was just a matter of a single thought from You.

After Nao, the class president, also drank the 'supernatural potion', Yu clapped his hands.

"it is good,"

"Next, I will teach you how to control your strength."

After saying that, Yu reached out and took Nao's wrist to begin explaining:
"Extraordinary power will form a cycle within your body; if it cannot be controlled, then—"

click,

On the other side, Qiong unconsciously exerted force with her slender fingers on the table, breaking the half-finger-thick table into cracks.

The air in the living room cooled down.
This situation has occurred.

"Yu-kun, why don't you teach Xiao Qiong first?"

"Withdraw your hand," Nao, the class president, suggested.

"I'll just observe."

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.

Bunkyo District,
Not all large companies like to crowd into the port area or the central area.

Bunkyo Ward, renowned for its education, also has the headquarters of large corporations: a brightly lit, modern building stands here, and in the president's office on its top floor:
Bang!
A middle-aged man with well-defined muscles, wearing a floral shirt and athletic shorts, twisted his waist and threw a punch, which slammed heavily onto the pork hanging in front of him.

The half-pig hanging on the iron hook suddenly trembled and flew high backward, while a piece of flesh flew out.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The man kept punching out with both fists, which, under the light, seemed to transform into countless arms.

The pork hanging on the iron hook trembled constantly, and chunks of flesh were thrown out as it was struck!
After a round of consecutive shots, the man let out a long sigh of relief.

The pork in front of him could only be described as 'riddled with holes'!

Snap, snap, snap,

Cheerful applause rang out, and the man turned around to see Hina Hongo stretching her arms and legs.

"Mr. Toyota, I never knew you were a fighter too."

"Would you like to have a spar with me?"

"No need,"

Raising his hand to stop several bodyguards who instinctively stepped forward, the man known as 'Mr. Toyota' glanced at the pork he had beaten so badly, sighed, and shook his head.

"That's about all I'm capable of."

"I'm more suited to being a capitalist than a fighter."

The gazes of several bodyguards in black suits and sunglasses couldn't help but drift over and land on the pork that looked as if it had been pierced by the fangs of a giant beast.

Boss, you're being too modest. A punch like that would still pierce through a person!

The man's name is Izumitsu Toyoda. Just by hearing this surname, you can tell that he is a true 'capitalist': the annual income of his company has reached a terrifying 45 trillion yen. Although there are other shareholders, he is undoubtedly still a top-tier conglomerate.

"So, regarding our cooperation..."

"No problem, I can arrange the government, the venue, and everything else."

As a top conglomerate in the island nation, Toyota's power would have been even greater had it not been repeatedly split up and dismantled by the United States.

Even though the Toyota family seems to have declined today, they still have many marriage alliances with powerful families such as Sumitomo and Mitsui. It can be said that they are the real power behind the scenes in the island nation.

"readily,"

"Then I will be responsible for manpower and security."

With an innocent and romantic air, Hongo Hime walked over and extended her right hand to the muscular middle-aged man.

I wish our cooperation a complete success.

"boss,"

After the girl dressed as a high school student left, the secretary stepped forward and spoke softly.

"I'm fine,"

Looking at his trembling hands, the man named Idemitsu Toyota sighed.

"As expected, I'm only suited to be a capitalist."

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.: Since some readers have commented that changing the surname feels disjointed, I will try to avoid using the surname. From now on, the main character will be 'Yu', and the younger sister will be 'Qiong'.

(End of this chapter)