I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 106 Lucky Man

Suijian High School

"Natural energy is truly amazing."

Sitting in the back seat by the window, You touched her chin.

If you're just looking at the panel's 'numerical values,' then the raging natural energy is definitely the best choice.

Orochimaru established the Sound Village only five years ago, and the dungeon is full of cursed monsters, each with considerable strength; even the Sound Four, who were defeated early on, were able to defeat two Konoha Special Jonin in a short time.

Of course, natural energy also has significant drawbacks: if one cannot withstand it, it will go out of control and turn into a monster.

The same applies to the higher-level 'Sage Arts'. The pile of stone toads on Mount Myōboku is a trace left by countless practitioners of Sage Arts over thousands of years. Ryūchi Cave is even more direct; those who fail will become food for the snakes of Ryūchi Cave. As for Shikkotsu Forest, those who fail will likely become part of the Slug Sage.

Speaking of which, it should be late at night in America at this time. I wonder how the little octopus's 'church' is doing?

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.

America

It was midnight on the other side of the planet.
Even in a developed region like New York State, the streets become sparsely populated late at night.

Especially with the advent of things like cell phones, even Americans, who are known as "party creatures," are gradually becoming less inclined to go out.

In the bar called 'Oyote,' the hustle and bustle had subsided, leaving only a few scattered drunks. The air was thick with a strange mix of alcohol, sweat, and leaves; on the stage in the center of the bar, several blonde women leaned against the steel pipes, wriggling around like sloths to kill time.

until--

Hey girls!

The door was pushed open, and a middle-aged, bald white man walked onto the dance floor, scattering banknotes in his hand.

"Move, move!"

The middle-aged white man looked like someone in a profession like a doctor or clerk; his appearance was rather ordinary.

But seeing the colorful banknotes, the girls who were previously dawdling suddenly perked up and began to vigorously twist their bodies; the drunken men, their eyes glazed over, were also injected with new energy and gathered around.

So when the old white man was drinking alone in the corner
He opened his mouth without even lifting his eyelids after noticing someone sitting down in front of him.

"Let's go to the dance floor—"

“I’m here to see you, Colonel Anderson.”

Looking up at the other person, the old white man drinking alone deepened the wrinkles on his brow.

"Dr. Ramley?"

"Someone of your status comes here to spend money?"

The older white man, known as 'Anderson,' was wearing a brown shirt with two pockets on the chest. The once-stiff collar was now loose and droopy, and the buttons on his chest were undone, all of which revealed his undeniable destitution.

Sitting opposite him was a refined-looking white man, an academic luminary who had won various medals, including the Nobel Prize.

Why would someone like that come to such a shabby bar?
"Haha~~ Old friend, if you can come, why can't I?"

Faced with Dr. Ramley's hearty laughter, the white old man drinking simply raised the cheap bottle of liquor in his hand.

"Doctor, if I hadn't retired, I might have been able to call myself your 'friend'; but now, look—"

He spread his hands, gesturing for the other person to look at his cheap shirt: this brown shirt was the style of the American summer military uniform, and no one would wear it out unless they were strapped for cash.

Of course, the fact that people can still get drunk here proves that America's 'poverty' is fundamentally different from the 'poverty' of other countries.

"I know I know."

"Your son's business failed, and he lost all your retirement savings."

Dr. Ramley shrugged, feeling only regret for the tragedy that had befallen his 'old friend'.

Since retiring, the other party has no longer been part of their "circle"; moreover, the other party has an unfilial son who has repeatedly failed in the business world, squandering all the "points" accumulated by his father, namely Anderson.

However, things are different now.

"Old friend, I have a job to recommend to you."

"If you can do this job well, you will gain a status and benefits that are incomparable to what you have before.

"I?!"

The older white man put down his wine glass and shook out his shirt.

"Sorry, all I know is how to fight."

"Wait! Ramley, you don't mean for me to—"

Upon receiving a knowing "you guessed right" look from the doctor opposite him, the older white man in the brown shirt was taken aback for a moment, then gave a wry smile.

"Honestly, I want to thank you."

The white man pointed to his chest.
"For a moment just now, my heart started racing."

"You remind me of those days when I was eating sand: back then I had a bunch of great young guys under my command, and now..."

He shook his head. He was over sixty years old. Although he was still quite healthy, he decided against fighting. He wasn't the PhD on the other side who made a living with his brain.

“Old Anderson, come with me.”

Dr. Ramley stood up and extended an invitation to his old friend.

"Come on, come on, don't act like a little girl. Do you think I'm going to eat you?"

"Once you've seen your own 'work environment,' your perspective will change dramatically, believe me."

".All right."

Unable to resist the PhD's enthusiasm, the white man got up and prepared to go with him to see what kind of 'job' it was.

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.

? ?
"Ramley, how could you..."

He raised his hand and pointed to the center of the church, where the huge 'octopus face' statue stood.

The older white man named Anderson hesitated, looking as if he had seen God DJing.

"Put your hand down, old friend."

Dr. Ramley patted the other person on the shoulder and calmly explained.

“I won’t hold your actions against you, but if old Edgar sees this, he’ll definitely accuse you of ‘blasphemy.’”

"Dr. Ramley, you are a Nobel Prize winner."

How could even a scientist like you betray us?
? !
"Could it be——"

Former Colonel Anderson paused, then suddenly a possibility occurred to him:
The extraordinary existence that has been causing a stir in the Far East recently!

Tap tap tap,

Just at this time,
The two of them entered the church under the cover of night.

"Lamley, is this the 'commander' you recruited?"

Old Edgar frowned. He had been eager to win over active-duty military figures, but Ramley said he already had a target in mind. This made Old Edgar wonder if this guy had secretly made such plans before.

Otherwise, why would he be so skilled?!
I've heard that when scientists get old, most of them become theologians. It seems there's some truth to that rumor.

"This is Colonel Anderson,"

While Dr. Ramley introduced himself, Anderson was also sizing up the newcomer.

He vaguely remembered one of the elderly white men; he seemed to be a wealthy capitalist. However, there were many such people in New York, and he couldn't remember them all.

In Wall Street of that city, even a sneeze can cause global financial turmoil. While that may be an exaggeration, it is perfectly normal for a company's IPO to immediately create a group of millionaires or even billionaires.

A net worth of tens of billions of dollars is just that of an 'ordinary' billionaire;
That billionaire possesses a terrifying fortune of two hundred billion US dollars.

Beside the white capitalist was a blonde, blue-eyed, serene beauty.

?

In this scenario, the appearance of a beautiful woman would be even more eerie.

"Is it him?" the other person asked, their voice cold and clear.
He seemed uninterested in anything; it was just a casual question.

"Yes--"

Pfft!

Almost the instant Dr. Ramley finished speaking, former Colonel Anderson's body trembled violently.

? !
Staring blankly at the tentacles that sprang out from under the beauty's skirt.

Anderson looked down at his pierced chest, his mouth opening and closing.

"me."

"Don't get excited, old friend."

Hearing the words of 'comfort' beside him, Anderson turned around and stared at Dr. Ramley with a look of anger mixed with resentment.

I've already been stabbed, and you're telling me not to get agitated?!

Wait, something's wrong.

As a soldier who had actually fought his way up from the battlefield, Colonel Anderson had been stabbed and shot, so he naturally knew what it felt like to be injured.

Anderson glanced down at the tentacle piercing his chest, then closed his eyes and sensed its presence instead of struggling.

Something foreign was moving inside his abdominal diaphragm, and—

Snapped,

The tentacle disconnected.

The front half of it burrowed into the colonel's chest, and it even 'thoughtfully' helped him close up and heal his wound.

"What is this? Who...who are you?"

Given the situation, Colonel Anderson already had a guess, but he still needed to confirm the answer with the other party:

“Standing before you is the great sleeping god, the lord of R'lyeh, the daughter of our father in the sea: Her Majesty the 'Hidden Lady' Xeira.”

???

I glanced at the wealthy man who solemnly declared the beauty's identity.

He glanced back at the statue in the church, then turned to look at the doctor who had brought him there.

Are you satisfied with this job?

I'm satisfied with you, you son of a bitch.
Clenching his fist and feeling the surge of power coursing through his body, Colonel Anderson bowed to the 'beauty' opposite him with a complex expression, his hand resting on her chest.

"Your Majesty, what can I do for you?"

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.

Tokyo,

Metropolitan Police Department.

"Whoo~~~"

Back in her office, Director Zhu Ya plopped down in her seat.
He pulled open his collar, grabbed the water glass next to him, and took a big gulp.

"How was it, Director?"

How was it like going to the 'front lines' for the first time?

When faced with a teasing remark from Iori Kazuka, who followed closely behind into the office, the head of the Metropolitan Police Department rubbed his temples.

"That's terrible,"

Based on information gathered from the 'Yokosuka Incident', the three members of the Sea Kingdom were: 'Samurai' Kyūjōra, 'Ninja' Umi-nin, and 'Female' Kani-hime. Their strength should be at the 'Tiger' level, which is equivalent to America's 'C' level.

It is still within the scope that the Metropolitan Police Department can barely handle.

"The power they unleashed at the end should be classified as 'Demon-level'!"

Iori Kazuka nodded in agreement with Director Takeya's assessment.

Kyūjīra's 'skeleton state', Umi-nin's 'demon form', and Kani-hime's 'giant form' are all fundamentally different from 'Tiger-level'.

It was perfectly normal to classify them as 'Demon-level', but as a result, the Metropolitan Police Department, which was originally only preparing to deal with 'Tiger-level', dared not take any rash actions and could only watch helplessly as the three of them left separately.

"Cheer up, Director."

Iori Kazuka comforted her boss, saying that their trip hadn't been entirely fruitless:
"We got two 'Killing Stones'!"

"right,"

Director Zhuya leaned back in her chair, looking rather annoyed.
"But five were taken by the 'Rain Woman,' one was taken by Yamagami Toru, and three fell into Tanimura Hoshino's hands."

In theory, Hoshino Tanimura is considered a member of the Metropolitan Police Department; however, due to Wataru Tanimura, her relationship with the Metropolitan Police Department is limited to cooperation: In this operation, the large piece of the Killing Stone was shattered by Kani Hime, and she didn't care about the scattered fragments, but to others, they were a million times more precious than gold!
After the three members of the Sea Kingdom left, the Metropolitan Police Department had a major battle with the "Rain Woman".

The Killing Stone still retains some 'demon power'

That is their reason for fighting.

Yamagami Tetsu, who possesses the ability to accelerate with lightning, took advantage of the chaos to steal a Killing Stone, causing immense grief to countless high-ranking officials in the island nation!

That's all due to 'their' extraordinary abilities!
"By the way, that blogger..."

"Forget it."

Iori Kazuka interrupted the director.

"He's just a young man who came to Tokyo to make his way in the world, and his relationship with his family is only so-so."

"Do you think you can control a relative who only calls twice a year?"

More likely, it will enrage the young man who suddenly gained extraordinary abilities, leading him to retaliate against the island nation's government: in fact, there have already been cases of such incidents, with the killing of politicians and police officers being suppressed by the island nation's government.

If it's not reported, it's as if it 'didn't' happen.

Speaking of which, Yamagami Tetsu also killed a whole bunch of high-ranking members of the cult.
"That guy has already left a message on his account saying he will continue to track extraordinary events."

"If anyone tries to stop him, he will stop at nothing!"

The warning is self-evident.

And the targets of the warning:

Island nation government!

“These ‘non-citizens’ have gained power without ever thinking of serving the country!”

Iori Ichika rolled her eyes at Director Takeya's exasperated words and did not refute them.

Even she herself is secretly cultivating 'sisters'; once they truly gain power, who would be willing to remain subordinate to others?
It's not like I'm that unlucky kid Hai Ren~~
"Right, mobilize all police forces!"

After calming down, Director Zhuya gave the order.

"Gather any information about Umi-ninja. The Metropolitan Police Department will offer a reward if any citizen provides clues."

"I've already had someone take care of it, but don't get your hopes up too high."

Iori Kazuka also sat on the sofa to rest.
"Right now, there are bounties on the internet for information about 'Sea Ninja'!"

"Even on the 'dark web,' some people are offering bounties for state positions; it goes without saying."

Other countries are also eyeing it covetously.

"Hey"

"These kinds of things are giving the police a headache!"

Director Zhu Ya closed her eyes helplessly. Now the entire island nation—no, the entire world—was playing a ghost-catching game with that 'Sea Ninja'.

Whoever finds her first will have the chance to acquire such formidable combat power!
With that sea ninja's terrifying ability to move through the 'shadows'
Who in this world can stop her assassination attempt?

Even the President of America,
Even when I'm sleeping, I have to keep the lights on the whole time!
The question is, who will be the lucky one?

(End of this chapter)