I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 101 Research on Immortal Arts (Potions)
"Overnight,"

"That added more than a dozen chakra sources."

After washing up, You touched her chin as she prepared to leave for school.

The little octopus's efficiency in America has reached unprecedented levels.

Moreover, these chakra sources are mixed with a trace of 'natural energy,' accumulating the 'Sage Technique' experience that Yu values ​​highly.

The so-called Sage Techniques are a special kind of 'technique' in the Naruto world.

Ordinary chakra is formed by the fusion and condensation of physical energy and mental energy in a balanced way. Ninjas can release ninjutsu, taijutsu, and genjutsu by consuming a certain amount of chakra.

Sage Chakra (Sage Power) is the power created by absorbing the natural energy around us and combining it with our own physical and mental energy. The ninjutsu, taijutsu, and genjutsu performed using this power are called Sage Techniques.

Sage Mode is not only more powerful, but it can also cause irreparable damage to the Ten-Tails Jinchuriki, and most importantly, it can extend lifespan!

The three sacred lands of the Naruto world include a group of old men who have lived for hundreds of years, and the three sages who have been around for thousands of years.

The reason why the old man of the Six Paths was able to resist Kaguya was because he possessed Sage Mode.

Both being children of Kaguya, Hagoromo Otsutsuki died and his clan was wiped out countless years ago; while the old man of the Six Paths, 'Hagoromo Otsutsuki', is in a 'Schrödinger's' state of death, able to remotely transmit his power to the Crown Prince and Sasuke. The strength between the two is completely different, and the power of Sage Mode plays a significant role in this.

Even during Boruto's time, the genuine 'Otsutsuki' who came to the Naruto world were very interested in the power of Sage Mode.

This is a power no weaker than chakra, and the two can coexist.

"Let's go, Qiong."

While inviting Sora to go to school together, Yu thought of her previous experiments.

The Longchang Trio.

These three were implanted with the 'Earth Curse Mark' by You, and theoretically, they all possessed a trace of 'inferior version of immortal arts' abilities.

The problem is that none of the three of them have ever truly encountered a formidable enemy: let alone 'transform' into Cursed Seal II, they have never even used the 'Cursed Seal I' state.

The laziest one, Tatsumi Ichihashi, was given to Hina Hongo by Yu as the source of the 'supernatural potion';

Saito is hunting down evil superhumans everywhere, and in theory he should be the most dangerous, but at this time, the 'wild superhumans' have almost zero combat experience.

They're invincible when bullying ordinary people, but when they encounter Saito, who possesses the ability to combine assassination techniques, they die faster than pigs.

As for Yamagami Tetsu, who works day and night to eliminate cults, his opponents are all ordinary people. In addition, his 'Lightning Release' suppresses modern technology, making it even less of a challenge.

This resulted in no feedback of experience related to 'immortal arts' at all.

"Tsk, the government's supernatural abilities are still too weak."

When faced with extraordinary beings, even those equivalent to ninja academies or 'artificial extraordinary beings' created by ordinary students, ordinary police officers and soldiers have little chance of making a difference: in the complex environment of the city, the high mobility of extraordinary beings is amplified to an extreme degree.

With the arrival of the 'Extraordinary Era' that Yu himself has spearheaded, the island nation's government is struggling to cope with the endless stream of extraordinary beings.

They adopted a "turn a blind eye" attitude towards the two serious criminals, 'Saito Suke' and 'Yamagami Toru'; it wasn't that they didn't want to bring them back, but that they were simply too short-handed to carry out the arrest!
Moreover, when you think about it, neither of these two people poses much of a threat to 'society'.

As for those politicians who colluded with cults, they have all distanced themselves from them at lightning speed during this period, and are now giving righteous speeches on television every day, denouncing cults.

"Balancing the strength of all sides is also a troublesome matter. Forget it, let's not worry about it."

After thinking about it for a while, Yu put it out of her mind.

He's not anyone's babysitter. If the island nation's government is incompetent, whether it gets assassinated or overthrown, what does it have to do with him?

Meanwhile, in America, the uninhibited little octopus produced more than a dozen test subjects with 'inferior versions of magic' in just one night.

If things continue to develop this way, it might give him a 'surprise'.

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.

"Gululu~~"

In the sturdy underground laboratory,
A group of strange creatures with arms like octopus tentacles, mouths full of fangs and sharp teeth, and bodies that constantly change color are wandering aimlessly around the empty room.

The laboratory is located in Danbury, a suburb of New York State, north of New York City.

During the Cold War, wealthy Americans, well aware of the dangers of nuclear weapons, frantically dug a number of underground shelters. Although many were abandoned after the fall of the Soviet Union, some were maintained, renovated, and continued to be used.

As members of New York's "old money" class, these sturdy underground structures were also among their "collections."

It has now become a 'nurturing room' for secret churches.

"All of them failed?"

Through the glass curtain, the white tycoon, old Edgar, frowned.

"Failure is the mother of success, and my experiment did not fail."

Dr. Ramley looked at the 'failed product' behind the glass and answered slowly.

"I have successfully proven that the transformation ritual bestowed by our 'Father' can indeed create powerful and extraordinary beings; it is just that the weak human heart cannot bear such a gift."

The 'monsters' in the room look dull-witted, but this is just their 'standby' state; once they enter combat:
"Each of them can lift 500 kilograms and run at a top speed of 26 meters per second,"

"Its incredibly resilient skin can withstand 5.56mm bullets, and its bite force reaches an astonishing 1000 pounds."

It could be said that these slow-moving creatures in the room are equivalent to possessing the strength of a bear, the speed of a leopard, the skin of a rhinoceros, and the bite of a tiger—a combination of humanoid killing machines.

If an attack occurs in a confined area, even seven or eight armed men would be easy prey.

"This is just data from their 'normal' situation,"

Dr. Ramley waved the test data in his hand, his excitement evident.

"When 'magic runes' appear on their bodies, their strength will be greatly enhanced again—unfortunately, in that state, they are just simple 'beasts'."

So ferocious it can't distinguish friend from foe!
"I don't care about your experiments; I only care when this power can be used by the church?"

Old Edgar, a wealthy white businessman, waved his hand, interrupting the doctor's speech.

“These failures are indeed good ‘henchmen,’ but they are also creations that cannot see the light of day: the Christian faith still holds sway in this land.”

Besides, these brainless idiots need him to command them: old Edgar doesn't want to go to the battlefield himself.

Indeed, these failed creations, transformed from humans using his blood and the magic array bestowed by their 'father,' seem to possess an innate 'submission' to him and obey his commands. However, in Edgar's view, these failed creations are more subservient to the aura of that sage.

Tap tap tap,

As footsteps approached, the failed experiments that had been wandering in the room all turned around and knelt down in the direction of the footsteps.

Dr. Ramley and the wealthy businessman Edgar turned around and bowed to the newcomers.

"Your Majesty,"

"Miss."

"How is the experiment going?"

The newcomer was none other than the octopus girl 'Kishira,' who was holding a book and reading intently as she walked.

His diligence in learning knowledge put even Dr. Ramley to shame.

"I'm already quite certain of what's going on; the next step is to verify it."

Compared to the island nation researchers who had to start from scratch, the American doctors in Yokosuka obtained first-hand information directly from the island nation, and the octopus girl Kishira, who had 'escaped,' told Dr. Ramley all the research results she knew about the extraordinary serum.

This saved Dr. Ramley a lot of trouble.

Moreover, being a leading figure in biology and mysticism, he quickly developed his own ingenious ideas. ————

"Please,"

"I'll do anything if you let me go!"

When the young white man was dragged back to the lab by two men in black suits, he was too weak to even walk.

He had only organized a few 'playful' prayers, who would have thought that he would encounter real 'cultists'? They had all of them tied up here: the others had been turned into monsters in front of him one by one, and he tried everything—threats, begging, intimidation—but nothing worked.

The other party had no desire to communicate at all; they were just using them as guinea pigs!

"Sir, this is your last chance."

Dr. Ramley pointed to another room next door:
That room has been cleaned.
Several sturdy tripods were placed close to the wall, and a copper brazier was placed on the shelf, burning with blue-green phosphorescent light.

Ten meters above your head, there is a glass skylight.

Through the window, one can see a serene, full moon, casting its dim light upon the underground room.

The moonlight and phosphorescence together create a cool, eerie, yet incredibly wondrous interplay of light and shadow, and illusions.

The floor of the room was covered with intricate arrays of sun, moon, and stars, concealing the true 'transformation array'; candlesticks of varying lengths on the floor formed a magnificent spectacle resembling a projection of celestial phenomena.
At the far end of the room stood a statue.

The towering statue is draped in a human robe, yet has a chin resembling octopus tentacles;

A pair of tattered wings fluttered behind it, and its outstretched arms seemed to be waiting for believers to come forward to pay homage, or as if it was preparing to embrace the pitiful souls.

"Cthulhu?"

How could a young white man, a 'enthusiast,' not recognize this form?

"Yes, sir."

Dr. Ramley patted him on the shoulder and explained in a friendly manner.

"Cheer up, you will receive the 'Father's' baptism here and become a noble 'Star Clan'."

Just like everyone else?
The white youth was devastated; all the 'enthusiasts' he had organized had been turned into humanoid monsters under the other party's experiments.

The young man believed that the other party was a follower of 'Cthulhu,' as an ordinary person couldn't conjure up such a scenario.

But to make him adopt that attitude—

"Relax,"

"They turned into monsters because they lacked faith."

Before the experiment, Dr. Ramley once again explained his 'discovery' to the white youth.

"Remember, you must not faint or lose consciousness during the experiment: recite the name of the Father of the Sea, and he will protect your soul."

After speaking, the doctor gestured towards the meticulously prepared 'transformation room'.

"Good luck."

"I--"

Before the young white man could say anything more, two men in black suits dragged him into the room and tied him to a huge metal 'X' frame.

A doctor with a numb expression stepped forward, skillfully administered various intravenous nutrients, and then inserted a syringe into his arm.

“Woo~~!!”

The needle pierced his arm, and a burning sensation, like magma, began to surge into his arm and then forcefully traveled upwards.

Before the young white man could react, the molten heat spread throughout his body, circling his abdomen before rushing up his spine to his brain!

In an instant, all sorts of chaotic information flooded his mind. Countless noises rang in his ears, as if hundreds of people were roaring, or like the cries of various animals. Countless colors floated, distorted, and melted before his eyes. The world was like an oil painting by an abstract master, making him wish he could faint immediately.

Do not faint!

The white youth remembered clearly that many of his 'comrades' turned into monsters after suddenly fainting.

And that bastard doctor just said that we must stay alert!
"us."

The voice, distorted by the erratic movements of his facial muscles, came from the white youth's open mouth.

"Father in the sea"

He stared intently at the statue before him;
"May your name be glorified, may your kingdom come!"

Just let me live, let me live, I'll do anything!

"Aaaaaahhhhhhh!! May Your will be done in America."

Amidst screams, the white youth's body also began to undergo abnormal changes, but not as violently as those of the previous test subjects. His skin became tighter, and the outline of his muscles was quickly outlined.

collapse,

Bang! Bang!
A series of snapping metal sounds rang out as the metal shackles binding the young white man were suddenly torn off.

"Just like in R'lyeh!"

As he roared to the sky, the noise and colors in the young man's mind quickly faded away, and the world became clear again.

as well as--

I feel

With his mouth full of fangs, the young man revealed his arrogance.

"I am invincible!"

brush,

He suddenly turned his head and looked at the people outside the room.

Wealthy businessman, PhD, black suit
The time for revenge has come!
"Hahahaha, I'm going to kill you all—"

Pfft

Just took a step,
A sudden numbness shot through his chest, and the young white man was sent flying backward.

With a loud bang, it slammed hard against the wall behind it.

???

"me."

The white youth looked down at the tentacle that had pierced through his chest, then looked up in surprise.

What came into view was a blonde beauty who was still engrossed in reading a book and didn't even glance at him.

Beneath the other person's skirt, a tentacle stretched across the entire room, pinning him to the wall.

The heart, pierced by the tentacles, was shattered into pieces; even this 'monster's' body could not withstand such an injury.

puff,
The white youth spat out a mouthful of blood, and his pupils dimmed.

Damn it, from beginning to end, I was just someone else's guinea pig!

Whether it's success or failure.
(End of this chapter)