I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 84 Hai Ming
woohoo~~
The strong wind outside the window made the trees rustle loudly.

The air rushing through the building left a long echo, reminding the tiny humans hiding inside of the immense power of nature.

"The wind has indeed picked up."

In the living room, Qiong, who was browsing on her laptop, paused.

"Brother, something terrible has happened again."

"The minister sent some photos: This typhoon is not a normal phenomenon, but an extraordinary intrusion!"

"Oh? Let me see~~"

Yu, who was in a daze on the other side, came over and saw a large number of 'shrimp soldiers and crab generals' swimming in the sea in the blurry photo, as well as three extraordinary leaders: Kani Hime, Kyūjīra, and Umi-nin.

"So many extraordinary beings are launching a massive invasion?"

"right,"

Qiong replied while sending messages to her minister.

"Currently, over five hundred low-level extraordinary beings, three high-level extraordinary beings, and—"

Typhoon Aere!

If there were no extraordinary phenomena in the world, then typhoons changing course would simply be a 'natural phenomenon'.

But at the time of this extraordinary manifestation, Typhoon Aere was definitely not a natural phenomenon: how could it be natural when so many extraordinary beings followed the typhoon?

I just don't know what the real identity of this 'typhoon' is.
"I see~~"

Yu had an expression that said, "Wow, that's amazing!"

"But those are the big shots' problems; we just need to take refuge."

While watching the play: although on stage, it's just 'myself' enjoying the show.

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.

Yokosuka Base
"watt?!"

Upon suddenly hearing that the typhoon was turning towards him, the white lieutenant general, who had been leisurely 'watching the show,' abruptly stood up.

"That extraordinary typhoon, why?"

Faced with this question, Brigadier General Thomas in the room simply shrugged.

"General, the problem we face now is not why the typhoon is heading our way. It's that—"

How to deal with it?
"Issue the highest alert!"

"All warships, put on combat readiness!"

"Target."

The white lieutenant general hesitated for a moment, but gritted his teeth and gave the order.

Typhoon Aere!

Fuck

I never imagined that one day I would have to lead troops to face 'gods'.
Those Christian idiots in China can't even bend a spoon, let alone rebuke the devil!
"Dispatch the Seventh Fleet to intercept them at sea!"

Although fighting a 'typhoon' sounds ridiculous, we have no choice but to bite the bullet and go for it now.

Unfortunately, the invincible aircraft carrier could not participate in the battle, and small ships were too risky, so only the 'Blue Ridge' could lead a few cruisers to attack.

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.

As the typhoon approaches

The waves outside Tokyo Bay are getting bigger and bigger.

The sea rises and falls in layers like mountains, and just looking at its surging momentum, one can feel an irresistible and majestic power between heaven and earth.

The small yacht was like a leaf in the wind and waves, bobbing and swaying in the vast ocean, seemingly on the verge of capsizing at any moment!

"No, we can't go any further!"

"It can flip over"

Clinging tightly to the cabin door, the female college student poked her head out of the cabin and shouted towards the deck:
"Kani-hime, this is the last place we can take you."

Forget the platitudes; in this situation, just surviving is a miracle.

"Um,"

Standing on the deck, the little girl, who remained motionless as the yacht rose and fell with the waves, turned around and walked towards the cabin.

"Thank you so much, big sisters, for giving me a ride. Well then..."

As soon as the little girl raised her hand, a group of college students immediately tensed up.

They were terrified that the other party would say "You're useless now" and then pull out a giant hammer to hit each of them.

"Give,"

The little girl didn't conjure up a giant conch shell hammer; instead, in her outstretched palm was a pearl?

?

"This is 'mermaid tears,' it's a very beautiful piece of jewelry."

"This is for you, consider it payment for the boat fare."

? !
"Ah, pearls?"

After hesitating for a moment, the female college student in the lead reached out and took the pearl.

After all, no woman can resist something so shiny.

"It's not just good-looking,"

"If you eat it, you can also become a 'mermaid'."

"Since I can freely transform between human and mermaid, I'm off then~~"

With a wave of her delicate white hand and a giant crab claw in her other hand, Crab Princess leaped into the air and gracefully flew off the yacht, heading towards the sea.

"This"

"Could it be..."

"Able to become extraordinary"

As Crab Princess left, everyone in the cabin turned their eager gazes to the female college student's palm.

treasure!

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.

Unlike yachts, which can't even get close to the outer edges of a typhoon,

The 8200-ton, Maya-class destroyer 'Kuroba', carrying more than 200 people, is cutting through the waves within the typhoon zone.

The triangular bow crashed through the waves, and numerous towering radars carved white trails in the gale-force winds. Those were the rains that accompanied the typhoon; even the most advanced destroyers seemed somewhat inadequate in the face of the overwhelming power of nature.

"Lord Hai Ren, continue forward."

The bearded captain, who had lost an arm and had simply bandaged it to stop the bleeding, forced himself to speak despite the pain.

"Then we'll be subjected to artillery fire, right?"

A woman dressed as an ancient ninja gazes with one eye at the gray sky overseas.

"The people of this era are incredibly weak." "Yet, in the realm of mechanics, they have developed to an astonishing degree. But—"

Looking up at the sky, the female ninja uttered a single sentence:

"My elders have arrived."

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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.

"Damn it, fighting in this weather."

On the amphibious command ship USS Blue Ridge, Captain McCormack, who is almost 60 years old, chewed his pipe loudly.

The 'Blue Ridge' beneath his feet has a full-load displacement of 18372 tons and is only equipped with two eight-cell MK25 'Sea Sparrow' ship-to-air missile systems, two MK33 twin-mounted 76mm naval guns, and two Mxl5 'Phalanx' close-in weapon systems. Its combat capability is simply appalling.

However, it is essentially a command ship with a crew of 821 and a command staff of 190.

Its nearly 20,000-ton displacement allows it to withstand severe weather conditions and possesses strong anti-jamming and communication capabilities, but—

"This is not a reason for us to fight the 'typhoon'!"

"Isn't that guy afraid of becoming the next 'Halsey'?"

In the 1940s, when the United States was still at war with the island nation, it dispatched Task Force 38, consisting of 7 large aircraft carriers, 6 escort carriers, 8 battleships, 13 cruisers, and 56 destroyers, to aggressively attack the Iberian Peninsula, intending to wipe out the island nation's air and naval forces.

As a result, this then-world's most powerful fleet collided head-on with Super Typhoon Cobra, a Category 17 storm. Faced with towering waves, the tens of thousands of tons of aircraft carrier were like toys in the hands of the waves, swaying left and right and tumbling up and down.
After the typhoon, Task Force 38 lost three destroyers, 13 aircraft carriers and numerous warships, including the battleship USS Iowa, 146 carrier-based aircraft, and approximately 800 officers and men were killed or missing.

The American Navy suffered a huge loss during Typhoon!
Compared to such devastating losses, the Bermuda Triangle is nothing.

Now, facing a super typhoon of level 15, the command center was filled with solemnity, and many veteran naval personnel were uncertain about the situation.

Ultimately, warships are built to deal with other countries' fleets, not to deal with 'Typhoons': the thought of the objectives of these operations gave Colonel McCormack a headache.

He was confident he could put up a fight against those 'extraordinary beings'.

"Colonel,"

"The typhoon has entered our firing range. Please provide instructions."

What are the instructions?
First, fire ten basic missiles into the sky, and then fire ten basic missiles into the sea?

Even the experienced colonel was somewhat at a loss regarding the current situation.

Fortunately, while they hesitated, the other party came knocking on their door.

click,

Suddenly, a huge flash of light appeared in the sky above!
A blinding flash of lightning tore through the sky, bathing the entire American fleet in a shimmering light. At the same time, a sharp-eyed sailor shouted:

"above!"

"There are extraordinary beings—"

???

Modern fleets rely on radar/optical fire control to lock onto targets, which has rendered the profession of 'lookout' obsolete, but still requires eyesight of at least 4.8.

So soon people noticed the figure floating in the sky:
That was an old man, no, no, an elderly extraordinary man.

He wore a sky-blue robe, the wide sleeves revealing a deep, dark depth, as if the sea were churning within it. His aged features still exuded a menacing aura, his white beard and eyebrows fluttering in the wind. He hovered in the sky in front of the American flagship, radiating an imposing presence without anger.

"Human, I am the elder of the Suzuka Mountain family—"

"Sea Echo".

As the old man's voice boomed like thunder, resounding throughout the entire fleet, the sea below suddenly surged and boiled, as if to annotate His name:
The ocean is roaring and howling!

"Mr. Haiming, may I ask what brings you here?"

A few seconds later, the sound from the loudspeaker came through the flagship 'Blue Ridge', but it was intermittent in the strong wind.

It's no wonder America was slow to react; what era are we living in? Flag signals and traffic lights are outdated; radio waves are the best way to communicate. This kind of loud communication, especially amidst howling winds, is a once-in-a-century event.

“A member of my Hai Kingdom has gone missing in this sea area.”

"Hand them over, or else—"

???

Inside the cabin,
A group of American naval officers looked at each other, completely bewildered.

What a joke! It's always us Americans who get lost. Anyway, shouldn't this kind of 'nitpicking' excuse be their usual tactic?
Not to mention them, even the Yokosuka base, the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, and other important figures who were paying attention to this battlefield through various channels were taken aback.

America,

When have you ever been bullied to the point of being near your home?

"Mr. Haiming, we don't know anything about the Hai Kingdom people. Please leave!"

As a voice of refusal came from the flagship, there was also:
Puff puff puff puff puff,

The 'Sea Roar' floating in mid-air instantly tore open countless huge gaps, which was the attack of the 'Phalanx' close-in weapon system.

Using it against humanoids really feels like 'using a cannon to kill a mosquito'.

Unfortunately, America wasn't facing mosquitoes:
"Humanity,"

The tattered 'Sea Echo' suddenly turned into liquid.
"Is this your challenge? This old man has received it—"

These black liquids suddenly shot into the sky, disappeared into the clouds, and then:
Boom! ! !
The clouds suddenly 'torn apart' as they writhed, and a colossal creature emerged from behind them: its white beard and eyebrows billowed with the typhoon, and its aged features exuded a menacing aura.

"Let this old man see what progress you humans have made in a thousand years!"

???

"emission!"

Now that the pretense of civility had been broken, America naturally did not hesitate any longer. Missiles of various signals roared out of their silos and hurtled toward the giant 'face' in the sky.

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!
Huge fireballs swelled in the sky, turning the entire sky a fiery red.

While the power of various missiles created by humankind is astonishing, they are no match for the extraordinary:
"Such a singular attack is truly disappointing to this old man."

After the explosion, the colossal "Sea Roar" that blotted out the sky was completely unharmed?
"How can it be?!"

"It's all fake, an illusion—"

On the amphibious command ship USS Blue Ridge, some officers, unable to accept the situation, cried out in despair; little did they know that their self-destructive words touched upon the truth.

The 'sea roar' in the sky is not a physical entity, but an illusion called 'mirage'.

However, this illusion was realistic enough, and hidden within it were shadow clones.

He continuously used various ninjutsu techniques to bring this 'illusion' to life.

"Let me show you the wrath of the Sea Kingdom!"

The massive sea roared backward, its entire body merging with the typhoon hurtling towards it from behind.

The upper body is an old man in a long robe that blots out the sky, and the lower body is a tornado that is visible to the naked eye!
Such a posture is simply like that of a god or a demon.

"This person is hardly human."

"Are you kidding me?! They actually want us to fight against something like that?!"

At the Metropolitan Police Department, the extraordinary individuals summoned from other police headquarters were in an uproar:
I'll hit Haiming?

Really?

(End of this chapter)