I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 141 The Extraordinary Ones

Chapter 141 The Extraordinary Ones (1)

"Zhixiong!"

The door to the ward was pushed open, and Yagyu Isao, with a samurai sword hanging at his waist, strode in. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the young monk lying on the hospital bed.

"I heard you fought a great battle against a demon-level transcendent being,"

"Are you okay?"

"Thank you for your concern, benefactor. This humble monk is well."

The monk on the hospital bed held one hand up in front of him, while his gaze swept over several government officials at the door.

"Please make yourselves at home. If you need anything, please press the bell to call for medical staff."

The government officials tactfully withdrew and closed the door behind them.

Upon returning to base, I heard that most of the island nation's superhumans had been 'completely wiped out' and were now recuperating in hospitals.

As the only person they could call a 'friend' to each other, Yagyu Isao immediately rushed to Shio's ward and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that the young monk was unharmed.

Pulling over a stool and sitting down, Yagyu Isao felt a mix of lingering fear and eagerness.

"Is that Ibaraki-doji very strong?"

"powerful,"

"Extraordinarily strong."

The young monk Zhixiong is the most qualified to speak on this matter.

“The ‘Acala’ statue that I activated with the help of a ritual implement was forcibly destroyed by him.”

"so smart?!"

Yagyu Yuuo was shocked. His friend's image on the sickbed, a Buddhist supernatural power capable of taking down a single synthetic beast with a single punch, had actually been broken by that 'Ibaraki'? Luckily, his father had dragged him deep into Mount Koya to fight enemies, and his communicator was with his father; otherwise:
"Thank goodness, otherwise I would have gone up and attacked 'Ibaraki' too."

He had heard about the ferocity of the battle; four native transcendents had died, and the casualties among artificial transcendents had reached double digits.

With his strength, he could face 'Ibaraki' in just one second, and his sword would break and he would die.

"Yes, my spiritual practice is insufficient."

"It's still too weak."

With this level of strength, they're no match for the equally demon-level 'Blood Hakama'.

Let alone expelling the demons and reclaiming Mount Koya, they would have difficulty even protecting themselves.

Yagyu Isao rolled his eyes at Shio's remark.

"You're already very strong,"

"You've only been a transcendent for a few days?"

"The opponent is a great demon from a thousand years ago; we have plenty of time."

"No, the other side is getting stronger too."

Zhixiong shook his head and revealed the inside story to his only friend:

"The current stalemate in Wakayama is a situation deliberately created by the 'Bloody Hakama'."

“He dared not commit mass killings, lest he provoke the ‘Inari God’ to take action; so he set up a trap at Mount Koya to lure the army there and continuously harvest souls.”

"Although we don't know exactly what he's planning, the day he launches it will be earth-shattering: we must not let our guard down."

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"Why doesn't the government do it? Is it because of the supernatural drug?"

Although he used to be a spoiled brat, Yagyu Isao was not stupid and immediately realized what was going on.

"That's exactly right,"

The young man, Shang Zhixiong, nodded slightly.

"The government covets supernatural power and is unwilling to take drastic measures to destroy the demons of Wakayama."

"Furthermore, Blood Hakama also has skilled sea ninjas by his side. The two American aircraft carriers withdrew from the battlefield, claiming that they were damaged and under repair, but in reality, five thousand people were slaughtered by sea ninjas, resulting in heavy losses."

As the only Buddhist 'master,' the government naturally did not hide this information from Zhixiong.

Now is not the time for infighting. If we can't cooperate sincerely, are we supposed to wait for Bloody Hakama to pull off some earth-shattering move and send us all to our deaths?

"So that's how it is,"

Yagyu Isao suddenly realized why he felt that Wakayama was like some kind of 'game instance'.

Every day, a large number of demons and a certain number of 'synthetic beasts' attack the defense line; the human army holds them off, and then mercenaries and superhuman squads are sent out to hunt them down in a daily cycle. If it weren't for the casualties on both sides, people would suspect that it was all an act.

Now it seems,

It turns out to be a tacit understanding between the top management of both sides.

"No wonder my father always said my abilities weren't up to par, so that's how it is."

The real enemy is not these 'soft' Bishou and Chimera.

"Zhixiong, since you're alright..."

Standing up, Yagyu Isao prepared to leave.

"Then I'm going to train. Although I'm far behind you in skill, I believe that one day we can fight side by side!"

After speaking, he stretched out his hand.

Facing the young samurai's outstretched fist,

The young monk on the hospital bed was taken aback. He finally clenched his single hand, which was raised in front of his chest, into a fist and reached out.

"I'm waiting for you,"

The two fists collided.

brush,

The young samurai turned around gracefully, but his face immediately fell.

Oh dear, I was just caught up in the moment and blurted out such arrogant words.

How could someone as low as 'Dog-level' possibly get involved in a 'Demon-level' battlefield?
As soon as he pushed open the door, Yagyu Isao froze.

"father"

The middle-aged man outside the door raised his hand, silencing Yagyu Isao.

"follow me."

"You want to become stronger?"

After slaying demons with the body of a mortal, accumulating military merits to become a 'superhuman,' and exchanging superhuman potions for his son, the Yagyu family is no longer the impoverished samurai family that could be easily shunned, but a 'superhuman family' that has risen again.

Although there are no secret techniques, it is empowered by 'demon power' or 'spiritual power'.

The family's 'Yagyu Shinkage-ryu' technique has been transformed from the ordinary into the extraordinary, truly achieving the feat of being faster than a spear within seven steps!
In a kendo dojo in Gojo City with a sign that reads "Yagyu," Yagyu Isao nodded without hesitation when his father, Yagyu Harashige, asked him a question.

"Yes!!"

Looking at the young man before him, now brimming with fighting spirit under his 'training',

'Yagyu Harashige's' eyes were slightly dazed, as if he saw his former self.

"Very good, very energetic."

"My Yagyu family is not without secret techniques."

Amidst Yagyu Isao's shock, 'Yagyu Harashige' slowly began to speak.

"The Yagyu family's 'Yagyu Three-Day Dogs' once dominated the Warring States period. Although the spiritual energy was already scarce at that time, they still left behind unique techniques for utilizing spiritual power."

"It is called 'breathing method'."

These words are obviously made up!
The truth is, he sneaked into 'Onoda' on Mount Koya alone.

I paid my respects to my master, 'Blood Hakama,' and reported on the government's recent activities.

The 'Blood Hakama' bestowed upon the samurai a breathing technique as a reward: Perhaps the Yagyu family did have such a record back then, but after hundreds of years, it has long since vanished.

"Breathing techniques?!"

Yagyu Isao's eyes lit up.

"Watch closely!" Yagyu Harashige drew his sword and stood still.

He took a deep breath, and wisps of wind escaped from the corners of his mouth.

The wind that emanated from the corners of his mouth seemed subtle, yet it continuously expanded and spread, whipping up a howling roar; it echoed repeatedly throughout the entire dojo, making one feel as if they were on a mountaintop, being blown by a gale.

"Wind Breathing Technique—"

Enveloped in the gale, 'Yagyu Hara Shige' seemed to have transformed into a howling wind, causing Yagyu Isao, kneeling beside him, to grit his teeth and widen his eyes.

"Shanyin!"

With a flick of his alloy katana,
A long, misty, bluish-green blade of light extended from the blade itself!
A suffocating, murderous aura spread out, filling the large dojo that could accommodate hundreds of people practicing at the same time.

As 'Yagyu Harashige' unleashed his sword, accompanied by the deafening roar of the blade cutting through the air, Yagyu Isao seemed to see a vicious wolf leaping out from his father's sword, howling, and even saw its chilling fangs, whistling out with sharp blade light.

The cyan blade flashed forward, instantly leaving a deep gash on the floor.

"Ape Wandering!"

Immediately afterwards, Yagyu Harashige swung his long sword diagonally upwards, and the flying blade light turned, slicing the calligraphy and painting of the character "忍" (ninja, meaning to endure) hanging on the wall at the end of the dojo in half.

As the 'heart' landed, only half of the 'blade' remained hanging on the wall, causing Yagyu Isao to suddenly straighten his upper body!

Is this the Yagyu family's breathing technique?

"call--"

With a long sigh of relief, 'Yagyu Harashige' turned around.

"Want to learn?"

Nodding like crazy!

"Be prepared to die; I will show no mercy."

Faced with his 'father's' cold words, Yagyu Isao, who was already used to it, stood up and picked up the samurai sword beside him with a snap.

The young samurai drew his sword, the blade pointing at his opponent, and assumed a fighting stance.

"Father, please enlighten me!"

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More than ten kilometers away from the five cities
Nestled in a mountain valley surrounded by mountains, the military base is densely packed with a large number of high-tech weapons.

However, these weapons were not directed outwards, but rather aimed at the base: because there was something more terrifying than any external enemy there!

"Mr. Kafka, are you ready?"

A crisp electronic sound rang out, and countless weapons were subtly aimed at the middle-aged man in the center of the base square.

"Ready,"

After receiving the middle-aged man's answer, the high-ranking officials in the command center on the hilltop hundreds of meters away all turned to look at You, who was holding a new phone and texting a girl.

"Yu-kun."

"Don't worry,"

You didn't look up, continuing to type with one hand while waving the other.

“If the seal were so fragile, I wouldn’t have come to a place like this; you should worry about Mr. Kafka’s mental state rather than the seal.”

Since this Onmyoji has said so, then:
"The experiment begins!"

Gave an order,
Kafka, standing in the center of the empty plaza of the base, took a deep breath.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Next second,
As a massive amount of 'demonic power' surged into his body, he immediately let out a painful roar.

His hair began to grow longer, and his original short black hair turned into loose white hair in the blink of an eye; his body also swelled from a normal 1.7 meters to a height of 2 meters.

Not only that, but dense black 'cloud patterns' began to appear on his body, making him look both gorgeous and eerie.

Beyond these external changes, in Kafka's mental realm:
Countless chaotic pieces of information flooded my mind: the vast ocean, the scorching sun, the dazzling lightning, the restless atmosphere, the desolate wilderness, the erupting volcano, the enormous creatures, but even more so, a series of completely indescribable feelings: survival, breathing, eating, excretion, reproduction, fighting, devouring, coexistence, gene exchange.
A myriad of images, sounds, and smells, layered upon layered and dazzling, were like a raging storm. Kafka could not discern their meaning at all, nor could he even remember what he had felt. But this immense shock was deeply etched into his soul; this tremendous impact almost caused his consciousness to collapse!

This is the impact of natural energy, a terrifying message accumulated over hundreds of millions of years by the entire planet:
Even if it's only one in a billion, it's still something an individual can't bear.

Fortunately, this energy did not attack him 'actively'.

“Woo——!”

Clenching his teeth and bearing the complex information in his mind, Kafka tried to control this power.

Perhaps Yu-kun's 'seal' was skillful enough, or perhaps 'Ibaraki' disdained to communicate with him and no 'seizing the body' incident occurred.

"Ho ho ho ho!!"

As it roared to the sky, concentric rings of sound waves spread outwards.

Kafka's transformation continued; his skin was covered by a black exoskeleton 'armor,' his face was covered by a white bone mask, and two white demon horns shot into the sky.

Bang!
With a push of his feet, Kafka, now transformed, leaped into the air, soaring a hundred meters into the sky.

"kill---"

A mutated roar escaped from Kafka's mouth, whose appearance had drastically changed.

He raised his upper body high and clenched his fists.

"Masaka"

Before the high-ranking officials could finish their shocked words, Kafka, transformed, had already fallen straight down.

boom------

With a deafening roar, Kafka slammed his fists down, and terrifying shockwaves, visible to the naked eye, seeped into the ground, causing the area within a radius of hundreds of meters to tremble and vibrate as if a drumhead had been struck violently.

Large swathes of concrete in the base were violently and forcefully ripped away, shattering into a thick plume of smoke carrying thousands of tons of gravel!

A nearby mountain was blasted open, cracks appeared everywhere, and a mudslide cascaded down, crashing into the military base like a waterfall, creating millions of shockwaves.

With a single punch, nearly half of the military base was reduced to ruins!

This is a modern military base!
"Ink Nest!"

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The high-ranking officials then realized that, without them noticing, countless streams of dark liquid had covered the entire command center.

At the same time, dark spiders swooped down, pinning them to the dark liquid; otherwise, the aftershocks of that 'slam' would have been enough to cause non-combat casualties.

"Thank you,"

"Thank you so much."

After being lowered by the dark spider web, the high-ranking officials thanked You, who was still sitting and playing on his phone.

Fortunately, we invited this person over; otherwise, a single casual strike from 'Kafka' would have wiped them out.

So, the next question is the most crucial one:
"Communication interruption,"

"The equipment installed in the training field was destroyed."

Immediately, a technician reported: This is quite normal. With Kafka's destructive power, how could ordinary equipment possibly withstand it?

However, they were prepared—

"Kafka, please respond."

A drone flew over the deep pit in the center of the massive ruins.

"Kafka, are you still conscious? Are you human now, or...?"

"I"