I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 9 Shock
"morning,"

"Ichikawa, morning~~"

Students from all over gathered at Suijian High School, greeting each other.

Although it's a third-rate public high school where students just coast along, not everyone is vicious. Most people are simply going with the flow; only a few scumbags find pleasure in bullying others.

A very small percentage of them study hard and try to change their fate.

And these people, on the contrary, will be bullied and harassed by scum.

Everyone else is just giving up, so why are you working hard?!

Akihi Yuu used to be one of those who were bullied, but now it's completely different.

As he stepped into the classroom, everyone's eyes were drawn to him, then quickly looked away as if nothing had happened.

Apart from:

"Yu, are you alright?"

Class representative Nao got up and walked over.

After carefully examining Qiu Riyou from head to toe and finding no injuries, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you for your concern. What could possibly be wrong?"

Qiu Riyou shrugged and walked to her seat.

"That's good,"

Patting her impressively large chest, class president Nao's gaze swept over an empty seat.

山 本
Based on her understanding of that person, how come he didn't cause trouble for Youjun?
"Yu, be careful on your way home from school."

If possible, Iai Nao would love to go to and from school with Akihi Yuu.

However, her relationship with Yu's sister is strained, and Nao doesn't want to go home early.

"Um,"

Qiu Riyou nodded in response to the class monitor's concern.

As the teacher walked into the classroom, another leisurely day of high school life began.

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Ayase Town, 3-chome.

"Hehehe, just as I expected."

Inside a restaurant with a food sign, Iori Kazuka, the deputy head of the 4th Division, dressed as a biker gang member, squats on the ground and extends her palm.

He spread his five fingers and gestured above the mangled corpse:

"These scratch marks can only be left by human fingers."

The corpse lying on the ground was burly, clutching a pistol in its hand, its scarred face seemingly witnessing something unbelievable. Four deep, bone-chilling gashes had been ripped into its chest by what appeared to be a tiger—no, something far more terrifying!

"The wound spanned the entire chest, reaching a depth of approximately six centimeters, tearing through muscles and ribs without any obstruction."

"Tsk tsk tsk, what a mad beast!"

Click, click, click.
At that moment, several forensic officers were taking pictures of the scratches left on the walls and chairs, but the more they took pictures, the more uneasy they felt.

"Section Chief Iori, even wild beasts don't have claws and teeth this long."

Looking at the deep trenches carved into the wall, the hearts of the police officers who had been called to preserve the scene pounded wildly.

"Do your jobs well,"

Standing up, having already made her judgment, Iori Kazuka waved her hand impatiently.

"Don't think about, don't ask about, and don't say anything else!"

"This is for your own good, understand?"

"understand!"

Turning away from the restaurant, she stepped outside and found the area already cordoned off. Iori Kazuka took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag.

That surveillance footage wasn't fake; the Extraordinary Realm actually exists!
This is so exciting!
"Ok?"

The walkie-talkie on his body crackled to life.

"Yihua, come to the Metropolitan Police Department."

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.

Chiyoda Ward,

Kasumigaseki-cho, Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.

If Tokyo is the heart of the island nation, then Chiyoda Ward, where politicians congregate, is the heart of that heart.

Kasumigaseki, located in front of the Imperial Palace, is the heart of the three-layered structure, known as the 'central government area'.

Government agencies such as the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, the Ministry of Finance, the Ministry of Justice, the Metropolitan Police Department, and the Public Security Bureau are all concentrated here. In a true sense, if you throw a brick here, the person who gets hit is either rich or powerful: even if you are just a small driver, you are a big shot that people in other regions need to curry favor with.

Places like the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department are usually places where people outside the system never come and go, and today the atmosphere was extremely serious.

In the Metropolitan Police Department's parking lot, a row of black cars silently testified to the distinguished status of the visitors.

Even the receptionist, responsible for greeting guests, felt the heavy atmosphere. Meanwhile, in the Metropolitan Police Department's conference room sat a series of incredibly high-ranking officials.

Chairman of the National Public Safety Commission, head of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department: Director General Takemasa, Director General of the Public Safety Investigation Agency of the Ministry of Justice. The most prestigious position is held by the Chief Cabinet Secretary, who sits at the head of the table—in special circumstances, the Chief Cabinet Secretary can act as Prime Minister.

"call,"

She changed into a women's suit and tugged at the tie that made her feel uncomfortable.

In this conference room, Iori Kazuka, the 4th section chief of the 'Countermeasures Against Violent Organizations' section, held a position so low it was almost heartbreaking.

If she hadn't just returned from the scene in Ayase Town, she wouldn't even be qualified to be here.

"cough,"

Under the cough and stern gaze of her immediate superior, Director Takeya, Iori Kazuka, who had just been reinstated, stepped forward unhappily to act as the explainer.

"Please look at this footage, which we obtained from the internal surveillance cameras of the Residual Tooth Building."

As she spoke, she inserted a disposable USB drive into the device that was physically disconnected from the internet.

The USB flash drive will be destroyed after being unplugged, and will then be physically shattered. In addition, all devices and mobile phones in this room will be unable to connect to the outside world.

On the screen in the conference room, the projector projected images. Although there was no sound, it did not affect the overall viewing experience.

“Last night, a murder occurred in the hideout of the Defective Group.”

The footage has been edited, spliced, and repaired.

On the screen, a priest? An Onmyoji? suddenly appeared out of nowhere in the lobby of the Remnant Tooth Group building.

He or she, dressed in a simple, loose hunting robe, their gender indiscernible. They wore a tall, imposing black crown, adorned with a magatama pendant at their waist, and wooden clogs. Excluding the hat, they appeared to be only about 1.4 meters tall. A white cloth hanging down in front of the hat obscured their face, on which the jet-black character '叁' was strikingly prominent.

cosplay?

Like a mysterious figure stepping out of history, he immediately attracted the attention of several members of the disabled teeth group.

These yakuza members surrounded him from all sides, and their impatient movements showed that they were ready to drive away this inexplicable guy.

The next second, as the 'mysterious man' raised his hand and waved it lightly, one after another dark shadows flew out from his sleeves, transforming into women with long hair covering their faces, tattered clothes, and thin limbs?!

These women floated out, extending their withered arms. The moment they touched any of the yakuza members, they froze in place! In the silent scene, only the terrified faces of the Remnant Tooth Group members were visible.

Immediately afterwards, the mysterious man took out a stone.

The yakuza members, who had been standing frozen in place, immediately began to convulse, their eyes wide open as if they had witnessed an unspeakable horror!
finally--

One after another, illusory shadows
The stones flew out of the bodies of these yakuza members and landed in the hands of the mysterious man.

Those members of the Yakuza were like... no, they were like their souls had been extracted, leaving only their empty shells as they silently collapsed to the ground.

And so, the mysterious figure released 'female' shadowy figures that scattered in all directions. Anyone touched by these 'women' immediately froze, their eyes trembling with fear. The mysterious figure, meanwhile, strolled past leisurely, calmly reaping lives one by one.

There was resistance, but bullets could only futilely pass through the 'female' shadows. Daggers and baseball bats could tear the shadows apart, but those torn female shadows would grow back from the broken points, splitting in two!
Faced with these shadowy figures that were ineffective against any attacks, the members of the Crippled Tooth Group were all 'possessed' by them, and then one by one, after the phantoms left their bodies, they collapsed and lay motionless.

The video is quite long; it took about an hour from the appearance of the mysterious person to their arrival at the office of the head of the disabled teeth group on the eighth floor.

Normally, the important figures in the conference room wouldn't have the time or inclination for this.
But today they were all staring at the screen, afraid of missing any important information.

Until the mysterious man arrived on the eighth floor, in the office of the leader of the Crippled Tooth Group, killed the leader and three members, and then 'talked' a few words to a young man who was kneeling and begging for mercy, tapped the young man's forehead, the mysterious man and those 'female' shadowy figures all disappeared into thin air.

After the video finished playing, Section Chief Yizhi projected the photos onto the screen one by one.

Compared to the somewhat blurry surveillance footage, the on-site photos taken with expensive cameras are much clearer, clearly showing the terror on the faces of those yakuza members.

"A total of 53 people were found dead at the scene, all of whom were members of the Adachi Ward violent group, the Disabled Persons Group."

After speaking, Iori Kazuka discreetly observed the expressions of everyone present.

Apart from their immediate supervisor and Director Zhu Ya, who had been to the scene, everyone else's expressions were indescribable, a mixture of doubt, absurdity, and bewilderment. These usually composed and unassuming big shots were practically wearing question marks on their faces.

"Director Zhuya,"

The Chief Cabinet Secretary thought for a long time before speaking.

"Are you sure this is real and not some kind of CG animation?"

Only the Chief Cabinet Secretary was able to ask this question openly, since he was there on behalf of the Prime Minister.

"It is true, Minister Suzuki."

The Superintendent General of the Metropolitan Police Department stood up and bowed slightly.
"The fifty-three bodies have now been collected by a nearby facility, the scene remains preserved, and there is one survivor among us; we are working diligently to locate him."

"So, can I assume this is it?"

The Chief Cabinet Secretary thought for a moment. He felt he had a lot to say, but in the end, he didn't know what to say.

Finally, the spokesperson, who is equivalent to the secretary-general of the island nation's government and represents the government's "face," spoke with difficulty.

"Extraordinary events?"

He's been able to get to this position, so you can't say he hasn't seen all sorts of storms.
However, this surveillance video is truly challenging to one's moral compass.

spirits
Are you sure it's not April Fool's Day?
"Yes,"

Director Zhu Ya replied with a serious expression.
"Although it may sound unbelievable, after repeated confirmation, this is indeed an extraordinary event!"

His words were firm, but to the bigwigs present, they sounded like a fantasy. Many looked around, wondering if they were hallucinating.

For a moment, silence filled the conference room.

(End of this chapter)