I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 97 Crossing the Ocean
new York,

America's largest city
Located at the mouth of the Hudson River on the northeastern coast of America.

Located on the Atlantic Ocean, Manhattan Island has a total population of over 800 million. Originally inhabited by Native Americans, it was purchased cheaply by the Dutch and developed into a trading post, known as 'New Amsterdam'. Later, it was seized by the British, renamed New York, and expanded to include adjacent land and Long Island.

As for what happened later, the Heavenly Generals were overthrown, the son became the father, and now it is the financial center of America.

Familiar landmarks include Times Square, the Statue of Liberty, Central Park, the Metropolitan Museum of Art, and the renowned Wall Street!
Of course, this prosperity is irrelevant to ordinary people: after all, most people's daily lives revolve around making a living. Ninety-nine percent of the wealth is concentrated in the hands of ten percent of the population—that's a perfect description of this city.

Big capitalists, career politicians, bankers, lawyers—they are the true masters of this city.

This city offers a thousand different and interesting things to do every day.

The prerequisite is that you have money.

"Hi, ma'am, how can I help you?"

As soon as she stepped out of the airport, a taxi pulled up beside the blonde beauty.

The driver grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth; seeing that the blonde beauty seemed interested, he immediately got out of the car and eagerly opened the door for her.

"No matter where you're going, I can get you there as soon as possible."

"Guests call me 'Speedy' – that's me, 'Speedy' Lewis."

The driver spoke with a strong New York accent, carrying the rhythm of hip-hop music, as if he were about to snap his fingers and start singing along to the beat at any moment. In a sense, he was a 'local specialty' of the Bronx.

"Take me to XXX on the Upper East Side,"

An address was given; it was the home of one of Dr. Stephen's friends.

That's right, the blonde beauty is none other than the octopus girl 'Kishira' who escaped from the Yokosuka base.

Although she hasn't been an extraordinary being for long, she has been surrounded by exceptionally intelligent people. Coupled with the predicament of being imprisoned and experimented on, she repeatedly observes, imitates, and memorizes the doctor's every move and word, making her behavior increasingly similar to his.

After escaping the chaotic Yokosuka base, she did not return to the sea:
At that time, 'Hai Ming' and a large number of 'Sea Kingdom Extraordinary Beings' were ravaging the port; in her eyes, these extraordinary beings could also be enemies, and deadly ones at that!
So this octopus girl, who had mastered the ability to change her form, traveled north to Tokyo's Haneda Airport and mingled with a group of American refugees.

Of course, she had neither a passport nor the ability to afford a plane ticket; however, this was no obstacle for a superhuman being, especially one who possessed the ability to transform.

I easily boarded the plane, took a nap in my luggage, and arrived on the other side of the planet.

"Yes, madam."

The Black driver started the taxi and drove the blonde woman away from the airport.

"Texas militias are massing along the border, and the state governor has reiterated his commitment to preventing any illegal immigrants from entering the state."

The cell phone plugged into the driver's seat was broadcasting news about America's daily 'border conflicts'.

"Wow, that's not wise at all."

The Black driver kept talking incessantly while driving.

“We live in a diverse society. Look at this city: white, Black, Latino, Asian.”

People of every skin color make up more than 10% of the population, collectively creating the beautiful, palette-like New York City. Yet some people cling to white supremacy, their ignorance is truly heartbreaking.

As the driver spoke, he observed his passengers through the rearview mirror.

What do you think, madam?

"racism,"

However, the beauty merely pondered the word without offering any response.

"Feel sorry,"

The Black driver raised his hand and swiped, cutting off the serious news and turning it into the Super Bowl game.

Wow, cool~~

Amid the driver's barrage of words, the blonde bombardment looked out the window, chin in hand, feeling somewhat lost about the future.

She was originally just a carefree octopus whose fate was to one day be made into sashimi or tempura.

However, when a massive, all-encompassing hand gently brushed past her, she was instantly jolted out of her dazed and confused state. Her intelligence skyrocketed, and she also gained formidable superhuman strength.

Swimming down the river into the sea, she instinctively began to feed continuously; after discovering that certain 'iron boxes' would constantly spawn food, she prepared to make those places her nest.
Then—she was spotted by the American fleet, and after a battle, she was captured and taken to a laboratory.

There, she met Dr. Stephen.

In a sense, 'Kishira' is very grateful to Dr. Stephen.

She was taught all sorts of knowledge by the other party, and even the name 'Kishira' was given to her by the doctor.

If she were truly given freedom, she would already be a loyal American soldier.

pity--

"It's all a lie,"

?

"Madam, what did you say?"

The Black driver asked in confusion, but his attention was immediately drawn to the unexpected turn of events ahead.

Several pickup trucks were parked on the side of the road. A black man took off his jacket, took a few steps, and jumped up, in a 'three-point layup' pose, to slap the jacket onto the store's security camera.

Another Black man wielding a baseball bat smashed the store window; then, other Black men and women poured out, stuffing items into shopping carts and pushing them out with smiles of triumph, loading them into pickup trucks.

"what are they doing?"

Faced with the question from the blonde beauty in the back seat, the driver scratched his head and finally managed to utter a single word.

".purchase?"

Beep beep beep

After honking the horn a few times, the Black driver rolled down his window and stuck his head out.

"Hey, guys!" "Could you guys move your car? It's blocking the way!"

"Can't you take a detour?"

The man in the vest standing by the car retorted.
However, he still got into the driver's seat, started the pickup truck, and cleared the road.

"Thanks, family!"

"Yay, we're all in the same family~~"

After experiencing the daily life of America, the taxi left Queens and arrived at:

"here."

As various graffiti marks appeared on both sides of the street, and more and more people with black skin appeared, 'Kishira' sitting in the back frowned slightly.

"Not Manhattan?"

Although she had never been here before, she learned from the doctor that there should be mostly white-skinned humans.

"Wow, ma'am, you finally noticed?"

With a sudden turn of the steering wheel, the accelerating taxi drove into an underground parking lot.

Lewis.

"You're here to pick up the goods so early?"

Several black men who were smoking marijuana gathered around and were stunned when they saw the white beauty in the taxi.

"Hey, we at the Evangelical Fellowship don't offer that kind of service!"

"calm down."

The Black driver, who stepped out of the door, explained with a grin,
"This woman isn't from New York. She just came out of the airport, but she has no luggage, no companion, and not even a cell phone. It can only be—"

Illegal immigrants!

The eyes of the old black men lit up.
This is their favorite product!
"Come on, ma'am, let's have some fun."

He whistled, and the driver grinned as he opened the car door.

Although Black men constantly talk about 'skin color discrimination,' if given the chance—no matter what the chance—to sleep with a white woman is a very 'honorable' thing for them.

As she stepped out of the taxi, the blonde beauty raised an eyebrow at the several burly, tattooed black men.

"You...are you planning to mate with me?"

?

"mating."

"Haha, when was the last time I heard this word?"

The group of black men looked at each other, then burst into laughter.

I vaguely remember it being a public school.
brush,

A tentacle suddenly shot out from under the skirt and wrapped up an old black man who was laughing the loudest.

The suction cup instantly silenced him physically, and the blonde beauty's gaze swept over the group of black men who seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand.

"If you want to mate with me, you must be stronger than me."

"And you—"

Brush, brush, brush, brush, brush

Tentacles emerged from under her skirt, binding all the black men who were trying to turn and flee.

"Clearly not qualified."

? !
What did I just poop out?

The driver, who fell to the ground, watched helplessly as a tentacle coiled up towards him, like a child curling his fingers to play marbles. Terrified, he immediately raised his hands.

"I surrender!"

brush--

The howling tentacles suddenly stopped, their cold, sharp edges pressing against the black driver's forehead, making his body go limp.

My pants are wet!

"You want to live?"

As the black driver nodded frantically, a pistol was pulled out by a tentacle and thrown in front of him.

"Kill these people and you will live."

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.

Ok,
A chakra source has traveled to a very far place?

Upon waking up, Yu discovered a chakra source tens of thousands of kilometers away. After a brief moment of sensing, she was able to discern that it belonged to the chakra of the octopus 'Stone Giant'.

This little one was originally intended to join the 'Sea Kingdom', but unexpectedly, she ran away to a place thousands of miles away amidst the chaos.

So be it:

"Let me see what you can do over there."

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.: It's so hot, my mind is completely blank~~ Sorry, I'm totally out of sorts, I need to take a break.

(End of this chapter)