I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 142 The Extraordinary Ones

Chapter 142 The Extraordinary Ones (2)

"General Kafka, this is your uniform."

As Kafka 'disappeared', he landed on the outskirts of the military base.

A female officer immediately jogged forward and draped a specially made military overcoat over him.

The overcoat trailed to his ankles, with long sleeves; it fluttered in the wind. He looked handsome, but it didn't fit the seriousness of the military at all.

But what does it matter? As a 'super general' who rose to prominence overnight, he naturally deserves the treatment befitting him.

"Thanks,"

Kafka's casual thank you made the female lieutenant blush with excitement.

"No, no, no, it's what I should do."

This is a 'Ghost-level' extraordinary being!

The "ghost-level" beings that have emerged today each possess the power to disregard state-sanctioned violent institutions.

In legends, they would at least be figures who "laugh at nobles and lords." They would only be below the "Demon King." For example, "Ibaraki," sealed within Kafka, dared to walk openly on Suzaku Avenue in Heian-kyo.

If Kafka had a lower moral standard and simply said, "I don't eat beef," the country would at most have ignored him.

Trying to take down someone with such high speed, high attack, and high defense would result in unpredictable losses.

"Then, I'm leaving."

Yu, who had been invited to oversee the situation, stood up and pointed towards the door.

The ink on the ground swam over, carrying him away, and soon a giant black bird could be seen soaring into the sky.

"This Yu-kun's Yin-Yang techniques are truly unpredictable and mysterious~~"

A high-ranking Self-Defense Force official couldn't help but lament, "What a pity!"

As everyone knows, what Onmyoji fears most is having their cards exposed.

Even a powerful figure like Abe no Seimei ultimately died at the hands of Ashiya Dōman because his wife revealed his secret techniques.

Therefore, Yu-kun will definitely not join the government, nor will he reveal his methods. At most, he can only maintain a certain level of cooperation. The same goes for the Isogai siblings; they can help, but it is absolutely impossible for them to go all out.

What a pity~~
but:

The eager gazes of the high-ranking officials fell upon the ruins of the square below.

With Kafka in command, their Self-Defense Forces are no longer just cannon fodder built on human lives.

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.

"With Kafka, this unpredictable 'Jonin,' the island nation's strength is barely passable."

"In addition, I gave it to Yagyu, not Onoda's 'breathing method'."

The playable pieces will become increasingly powerful.

The feedback he received also contributed to his accumulated experience.

The so-called 'breathing technique' is actually just a simple 'chakra nature transformation' technique.

In the Naruto world, Jonin, or Special Jonin, all possess 'Chakra Nature Transformation'. Simply put, it's an extension of the Five Great Release Techniques.

Fire Release Chakra Nature Transformation allows you to ignite anything you touch, generating intense heat chakra like flames. Simply put, it adds a fire effect to your attacks.

Wind Release Chakra Nature Transformation can cut through anything. Its blade-like chakra extension can be used against special ninja tools or techniques, and it unleashes its strongest attack power at close and medium range.

The prince's Rasengan utilizes the nature transformation of Wind Release.

Lightning Release spreads and adheres to metal weapons;

Earth Release can give techniques or objects the strength of copper or iron or the softness of clay; Water Release is the most versatile.

These attacks don't require hand seals; they demonstrate a high level of chakra manipulation. Yu extracted this technique and taught it to Onoda as a 'breathing method'.

This breathing technique is essentially similar to the basic training of the Rasengan, incorporating chakra nature transformation into attacks to conjure wind blades, flames, and lightning out of thin air. While it lacks the bizarre grandeur of ninjutsu, it excels in its flexibility and versatility. As for how far it can be developed, that's a question those 'below the mark' should ponder.

You just need to sit back and wait for the results.

"Did I come at a bad time?"

Pushing open the door to the ward, Shan Shangche spoke.
This silenced the girls who were chatting happily inside.

"Then I shall take my leave. Thank you again for saving my life, Mr. Jie."

The lovely young girl blushed as she passed by Yamashita Tetsuya and shyly left the ward.

After Yamagami closed the door to the ward, Saito Suke, lying on the bed, gave a bitter smile.

"No, you came just in time."

"Hey hey hey~~"

"With such a lovely girl chatting with you, do you really feel uncomfortable?"

Yamagami pulled up a chair and sat down, a playful smile on his face.

"On my end, I only have a bunch of serious-looking officials talking about things like 'mutual understanding'."

"No, it's not Xiao Huan's problem."

Saito shook his head; the 'Kohara' he was referring to was the girl who had just left.

The girl he rescued from some extraordinary criminal came to thank him and take care of him after learning that he was recuperating here.

Anyone who isn't blind can see a girl's feelings, let alone someone as meticulous as Saito.

but--

"We have no future."

Yamagami Toru, Saito Suke.

They were both notorious criminals.

Even after becoming extraordinary, they have always walked the line between the law and criminals: one hunts down 'extraordinary criminals' while the other fights 'cultists' everywhere. Their relationship with the government is also ambiguous.

This time they were the first to arrive at the battlefield.

After encountering 'Ibaraki', they had no choice but to use the forbidden move 'Demon Transformation'.

Although they successfully bought time and allowed the Metropolitan Police Department to gather its forces, both men were beaten half to death and ended up in a government hospital.

“My injuries are less severe. After receiving treatment from ‘Fox,’ I am able to move around freely.”

Yamagami Toru looked at Saito Suke lying on the hospital bed.

As 'partners', the two knew each other quite well:
"What are your plans next?"

Undoubtedly, the island nation's government extended olive branches to both of them: not only did it promise to pardon all their crimes, but it also planned to mold them into heroes who had "turned over a new leaf."

They don't even need any embellishment; just reporting their experiences during this period will be enough for most people in the island nation to forgive or even admire them.

After all, only Master Shio and Mrs. Tanimura in the entire island nation could hold off Ibaraki.

The two are normally wolves, but once they enter a 'demonized' state, they can become tigers.

This is precisely the extraordinary combat power that the island nation's government desires.

Moreover, both of them are very 'upright'.

Even without mentioning the cliché of 'a gentleman can be deceived by his principles'.

At least you don't have to worry about someone like that suddenly going berserk and attacking you.

“Continue to cleanse the demons,”

Saito, lying in bed, replied.

"And then we await our own ending."

Both refused the government's offer of employment, not for any other reason than:
"Yeah, we don't even know when we'll die."

Yamagami Toru sighed.
They are all extraordinary monsters created by 'Blood Hakama', but now they stand on the side of humans to fight against the 'Blood Hakama's' subordinate monsters.

Such acts of betrayal could easily lead to their deaths if that 'Blood Hakama' lord ever thought of them!
They haven't forgotten that "Paper Dancer" under the command of "Blood Hocks" once gave them just one look.

Incapacitate Saito!

Clearly, this extraordinary power comes at a price.

"Um,"

Even without mentioning the Bloody Hakama and the Paper Dance,

Lying in his hospital bed, Saito clenched his hands.

"After entering the 'demonized' state, I was bombarded with a large amount of chaotic information."

"If we remain in this 'demonized' state for too long, perhaps one day we will completely transform into monsters!"

This is the real reason why he dared not respond to the girl: a sinful and dying man should not waste someone else's youth.

Talk about it.
It's been a long time since we've seen Paper Dance Master.

Osaka, the Takahashi family mansion

A middle-aged man pushed open the door and plopped down on the sofa without even closing it.

"So, did you get the potion?"

Upon seeing her husband return, the elegantly dressed wife immediately greeted him and inquired about his whereabouts.

".No."

The middle-aged man's eyes were bloodshot, and traces of anger still lingered on his face.

"Damn the Metropolitan Police Department!"

"They actually said that all supernatural medicines are controlled by the Self-Defense Forces and they have no right to obtain them!"

The Osaka Metropolitan Police Department chief, who had once been his sworn brother, spoke in a bureaucratic manner with an air of official business, leaving the middle-aged man seething with anger but with nowhere to vent it.

"But the Self-Defense Forces refused to give us any medicine, citing that our family had no 'military merits'!"

Thinking about the 'perfunctory treatment' he had suffered recently, the middle-aged man, who was seething with anger, grabbed the exquisite crystal ashtray on the table and threw it hard to the ground.

splash,

“These bastards!!”

"The Metropolitan Police Department, the Self-Defense Forces, and Hayakawa."

"Honey, keep your voice down."

She went forward to try to stop her husband, but the man, who had lost his mind, suddenly swung his arm and threw his wife away.

"My 'Kuji' has served the government, shed blood for the island nation, and even died in battle. What right do they have? What right do they have?!"

Not even a single extraordinary potion?!
That's a potion made from the flesh and blood of 'Photon'—

"Ahhhhh!!"

The impotent, furious man suddenly stood up and started grabbing furnishings and smashing them on the ground, the sounds echoing throughout the mansion.

How could this be true? How could it be true?
With their daughter's extraordinary pet, 'Nekota' Mitsuko died.

All the glory that once surrounded them vanished rapidly without warning.

The Metropolitan Police Department was giving him the runaround, the Self-Defense Forces were giving him the runaround, and even the Hayakawa family across the street was avoiding him. The servants only said that the master and mistress had taken the young master on a trip, and they wouldn't even let him in!

If I had known this would happen, I should have asked the government for a few doses of the extraordinary drug first!
Previously, relying on his original supernatural ability, 'Photon,' Mr. Takahashi completely looked down on those so-called 'artificial supernatural beings.'

Not only do they lack special abilities, but they also have to endure a painful ordeal with an 'extremely high' mortality rate before they can acquire extraordinary power.

This made him very contemptuous. With his daughter 'Guangzi' around, their family was the aristocracy among the extraordinary!

However, after Photon's death in battle, and even his body being taken away by the government, he suddenly realized:
I am nothing!

Realizing what had happened, Mr. Takahashi immediately went to the Osaka Metropolitan Police Department in an attempt to obtain a supernatural drug that he had previously looked down upon.

If he endures the pain and becomes a superhuman, even if it's just an artificial superhuman, he can hold onto everything he has now.

But everything has changed, and the passion he once had seems to be just an illusion in his memory.

After hitting walls everywhere, the middle-aged man had no choice but to go home in despair!
boom! boom! boom!
As each piece of precious porcelain shattered into pieces, Mr. Takahashi could only vent his anger in this way; while Mrs. Takahashi, after a moment of stunned silence, rushed over.

"Stop smashing! Stop smashing!"

She tried to stop her husband while comforting him.

"We also have a company. Even if we're not from an extraordinary family, we can still make a living with that 'Electronics Company'."

Just as Mrs. Takahashi was trying to dissuade Mr. Takahashi, a bespectacled, middle-aged office worker who looked to be in his fifties appeared at the door. He looked at the mess in the living room, seemingly wanting to go in but not daring to.

"Oh, it's Songgang. Come in."

"Is there a problem?"

At Mrs. Takahashi's invitation, the bespectacled middle-aged office worker changed his shoes and bowed habitually.

"Hi, sorry to bother you."

"That's right, the company has encountered some problems."

"It needs to be handled personally by the president."

"Can't you see I'm busy?!"

Mr. Takahashi angrily ripped open the buttons on his collar and berated him.

"What can't you handle? What good are you!"

"Hi, I'm so sorry."

This man in his fifties, exuding the aura of a corporate slave, showed no anger in the face of the reprimand. Instead, he maintained a bowed posture, skillfully opened his briefcase, and handed over the documents inside.

"Useless fellow,"

After cursing again, Mr. Takahashi snatched the document away, and his face froze after just one glance.

Splash,

Amidst the rapid rustling sounds, Mr. Takahashi's expression grew increasingly grim.

"Contract termination. Contract termination, contract termination"

"Why are they all contract termination agreements?!"

"Hey, it's because our products don't have any competitive advantage compared to similar products, whether in price or quality."

Snapped!
The document slapped hard across the face of the middle-aged and elderly office worker who was bowing and answering.

He slapped his glasses away, sending them bouncing a few times on the expensive carpet covered in shards of glass.

"Who said that? Who said that?!"

Enraged, Mr. Takahashi grabbed the 'vice president' in front of him, lifted him up by the collar, and roared at him.

"Who dares to say our company's products are bad—"

"I said."

A calm voice rang out, and when he met the other person's cold gaze, Mr. Takahashi felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head, and his anger vanished instantly.

"Release my collar, Mr. Takahashi."

"Otherwise, I will call the police."

Subconsciously, he loosened his grip on his 'vice president's' collar, letting the fifty-something-year-old corporate slave walk to the side, pick up his glasses from the ground, and blow on them.

"Your electronics company has production lines from twenty years ago, workers are thugs from ten years ago, and your marketing tactics are... well, let's just say they're terrible."

"If relying on Ms. Takahashi's connections can be considered a marketing tactic."

Putting on glasses, the middle-aged and elderly office workers turned around.

Looking at the dumbfounded Mr. Takahashi,
“I suggested to you a long time ago that we replace the equipment and rehire the workforce. But all you did was humiliate me.”

"You think those snowflake-like orders are all thanks to you?"

"That's all because of your daughter."

"No, it's just a different kind of 'offering' on the behalf of the extraordinary being 'Nekomata'."

Upon hearing these words, even Mrs. Takahashi, who was standing nearby, turned pale.

"you you you."

Before Mr. Takahashi, who was pointing at himself and trembling all over, could say anything more, the old office worker named 'Matsuoka' bowed again.

"Thank you for your guidance during this time, President Takahashi."

"Due to my inadequacy, please allow me to submit my verbal resignation hereby."

? !
"The written documents are right here in your office."

The old office worker raised his head and calmly uttered his last sentence.

"Wishing the president a prosperous business."

After saying that, he turned around and strode away.

This time, his spine was ramrod straight, and he seemed to have grown much taller.

Snapped,
Mrs. Takahashi plopped down on the expensive carpet, her eyes glazed over, only able to murmur a single, repetitive phrase.

"It's over, it's all over."

What happened downstairs was, for the little girl in the second-floor room:

"Waaaaah~~ Photon."

He held the photo frame tightly in his arms.