I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 143 Forced
"Mai, peel me an apple;"

"Mai, pour me a glass of water;"

"Mai, give it to me."

"Senior Yihua, please stop bullying Mayi."

Seeing the young policewoman with her bob haircut being bossed around by her superior, Fuji Seiko, who was also lying in a hospital bed, couldn't help but speak up.

"Hey, I'm just giving her something to do."

One arm was in a cast, and the other hand was using a toothpick to pick up an apple slice.

While eating, Iori Kazuka continued speaking indistinctly.

"Look at Mai's current state, does she look like she's ready to go back to work?"

"Section Chief Yihua, Senior Shengzi."

In the hospital ward, the policewoman Kawai Mai, who was taking care of the two, mustered up her courage.

"I've made up my mind, this time I'm really going to resign!"

Originally, her plan for the future was simply to "get by," but by a twist of fate, she not only became a police officer, but now she has become an extraordinary special police officer.

Just a few days ago, they were forced to confront the great demon 'Ibaraki-Douji'. Although the sealing plan went smoothly, and Kawai Mai played a crucial role, however:

"These past few days, whenever I close my eyes, the face of the great demon 'Ibaraki' appears, and I have to rely on medication to fall asleep."

The pitiful-looking policewoman clutched her head, as if she were on the verge of collapse.

"too frightening!"

Iori Ichika and Fuji Seiko, lying on the hospital bed, exchanged a glance.

"I'm sorry, Mai."

"Letting a clerk like you go to the battlefield."

Fuji Seiko spoke apologetically. Originally, Kawai Mai was a clerk under her command, but unfortunately, in the battle with Ibaraki a few days ago, all the extraordinary beings present were injured: apart from the two Onmyoji families who resolutely refused to fight, only Director Takeya, an extraordinary being, was left.

We can't just let the director take over, can we?
It's not that high-ranking officials can't go to the battlefield, but rather that their director sits in the office all day.

After drinking the extraordinary potion, he worked overtime every night, processing documents for more than 14 hours a day. His diligence was remarkable, but his combat effectiveness was lacking.
As for sending ordinary soldiers, that would be utterly suicide; they wouldn't even be able to 'wear down' Ibaraki's stamina, so even the clerk Kawai Mai went up to fight Ibaraki.

Of course, the final result was still very satisfactory: just as Yu-kun had planned, the mighty demon 'Ibaraki' didn't take Kawai Mai seriously at all, which allowed her to take the opportunity to stick the talisman on him, awaken Kafka's soul, and thus turn the tide of the battle.

"Mai,"

"To put it bluntly..."

Lying on another hospital bed, Iori Kazuka spoke frankly.

Do you think you're safe after resigning?

"You're an insider too, you must know how many ordinary people have died or been injured during this period, right?"

Hearing what Iori Ichika said,
Kawai Mai, with her hands covering her head, was speechless.

The extraordinary era has arrived, and extraordinary beings everywhere are wielding great power. Once you master extraordinary power, you will immediately become a person of high status!
Most countries on this planet and countless people are flocking to this island nation, with visa queues stretching for ten years! It's like the Age of Exploration. But behind this prosperity lies a constant stream of extraordinary crimes and ordinary people caught in the crossfire of every major war.

"Staying in the Department of Extraordinary Sciences is certainly dangerous."

"At least you can control your own destiny: even if it's just choosing your own death."

If you're an ordinary person in this era, it truly is a case of: not knowing why you were born, and not knowing who caused your death.

"Sigh, I understand, but I'm really scared."

Kawai Mai has the typical "ordinary person's mentality," but she lacks the steely will of the two seniors in the ward, whose spirit of continuing to fight even with broken arms and legs.

"Haha, don't be afraid."

brush,

As the door was pushed open

With a smile on her face, Director Zhu Ya stepped into the ward.

"You won't need to go to the battlefield anymore, our 'great hero' Mai."

Director Zhuya patted the shoulder of the young policewoman who quickly got up, and her gaze fell on Yizhi Yihua and Teng Shengzi.

These two are his direct subordinates; the other extraordinary beings can only be driven by the greater good of the island nation. Therefore, he will naturally strive to improve their combat power.

"Yihua, stop lying down."

"And Holy Son, Mai. Come with me, I have prepared gifts for you."

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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.

"Wow, Director."

"Could this be it?"

The four of them took a helicopter to a laboratory in the neighboring city of Nagoya.

Looking at the two-meter-tall, streamlined exoskeleton power armor in front of her, gleaming with metallic and technological luster, Iori Kazuka, with one arm slung over her shoulder, whistled.

"Sharp Blade II Tactical Assault Armor!"

Amidst a group of doctors in white coats making tense adjustments, Director Zhu Ya introduced the three individuals.

"Made of the latest boron carbide ceramic composite armor, it not only overcomes the shortcomings of poor impact resistance, but also achieves an astonishing hardness of 50 GPa."

This composite armor material is so expensive that it's generally only used in critical parts of attack helicopters; however, it's perfectly suited for manufacturing 'superhuman individual' armor. No matter how expensive the equipment is, can it be more expensive than a superhuman being?
"Equipped with a reactive titanium alloy shield and cubic boron nitride bonded cutting tools;"

Next to the armor, there was a silver alloy shield covered with explosive reaction material, and a golden high-tech longsword.

Cubic boron nitride, with a hardness of 80-90 GPa, is second only to diamond (100 GPa). It is a new type of synthetic material with high hardness and good wear resistance, and is widely used in the machining industry, serving as a primary tool material for cutting metals.

"And flamethrowers, liquid nitrogen injectors, shoulder-fired heat-seeking munitions, etc."

"Director, where did you get these high-tech creations from?"

You got it?
Are you sure this isn't a science fiction movie?

"Hehe, I wouldn't dare call them high-tech creations; they're just some 'semi-finished products.'"

An elderly professor with a full head of white hair walked over, which made Yi Hua and the other two feel a deep sense of respect.

"Professor Yoshino."

This person is also a Nobel laureate.

A leading figure in industrial chemistry in island nations
The old professor waved his hand and pointed to the powered armor in front of him, which was full of technological features.

"The technology used in this powered armor is already mature and widely applied; it's not exactly groundbreaking. Moreover..."

It has a very low cost-performance ratio.

The cost of manufacturing such a power armor suit is enough to build a large cruiser.

In a war between humans, the value of a large cruiser would far surpass that of a powered armored ship!

No country would research such an expensive "toy." Aside from satisfying the delusions of some delusional individuals, its practical combat value is utterly nonexistent. Why use legs when you can run on wheels? Isn't mounting weapons on the roof more stable than holding them in your hands?
It's not impossible for humanoid armor to fly.

But its aerodynamic shape makes it nothing more than a target in front of fighter jets.

Moreover, there are still challenges to overcome, such as those related to power, but the emergence of superhumans has created corresponding needs:
"This armor, driven by you superhumans, combined with 'space folding technology,' can maximize your mobility."

What is the biggest drawback of artificial superhumans?
All it can do is 'punch'!
He possessed abundant spiritual power but had nowhere to use it.
The exoskeleton powered armor that an ordinary person could only wear to achieve the sluggishness of an "old lady walking" would be completely different for a man-made superhuman, who could be deployed on the battlefield with agility. It could make up for the lack of combat capabilities of man-made superhumans: in addition to explosions, it had all kinds of high-tech weapons, including flames, ice, and sound waves.

It encapsulates the essence of human technology and is designed specifically for 'individual' combat.

"How are we going to carry all this stuff?"

"Wait, could it be..."

Hua, who was subconsciously looking for fault, was stunned.
I recall a word the professor mentioned earlier.

Space folding technology —

"That's right,"

Director Zhu Ya snapped her fingers.
With a bang, the technologically advanced exoskeleton armor disappeared.

Only an antique scroll remained on the ground, completely out of place in this high-tech laboratory.

The 'Sealing Scroll' created by the Isogai siblings!
This is an item that all ninjas in the Naruto world are equipped with: used to store weapons, information, and even clothing. In short, it's an item similar to a 'space ring'.

Especially Tian Tian, ​​who carries hundreds or even thousands of blades in her scrolls, and throws them out in battle: although she seems rich, her battle record is appalling.

But when it comes to throwing 'props', Tech World declares: We're the real pros!

Various high-powered explosive objects are smashing into your face. Are you scared?
Of course, retrieving items from the 'sealing scroll' and then throwing them out takes time. A skilled individual would certainly react quickly enough, so the island nation's government came up with a brilliant idea: using these scrolls to store power armor and a large amount of advanced weaponry, which can be easily stored on the waist when needed.
"Sharp Blade II Tactical Assault Armor, transform!"

How about this slogan?

Faced with Director Zhu Ya's teasing, the three female subordinates shook their heads frantically.

That's so awkward!
"Hey, you guys don't understand, this is a man's romance."

Director Zhuya shook her head regretfully, if only he didn't need to oversee the overall situation.

He almost wished he could tuck a scroll into his belt, instantly transform into a mecha, and personally beat up the demon. Wait!

Standing behind the three, Kawai Mai hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped herself.

I was planning to resign, so why did I come along and witness such confidential information?
Given her background, if she resigns, she'll probably be under constant surveillance 24/7.

(Omitted for brevity) Back home, the father says his daughter seems to be getting more and more involved.
"Mai, what are you standing there for?"

"Come and choose your favorite color for the paint job."

Why? !

Didn't they say we wouldn't have to go to the battlefield?

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.

Just as many extraordinary beings were becoming stronger,
"Sir, your goods have arrived. Please come out and sign for them."

The truck stopped in front of a mansion, and the deliveryman looked at the building with envy: "Only these refined and wealthy people can afford to buy so many cats at once?"

Where do I sign?

However, the man who stepped out of the door was a middle-aged man with a disheveled suit and messy hair.

Before the person even got close, a strong smell of alcohol hit you!

"Ah, you can just sign here."

Holding the electronic signature pad, the deliveryman handed a pen to the drunken man in front of him. The man kept his head down, avoiding eye contact, afraid of causing trouble. However:
Why are you looking down?

"Are you looking down on me? Huh?! Say something—"

Bad luck

"No, sir."

"Would you like us to move the goods into your home, or..."

"Put it at the door, then you can get out! Get out, all of you, one day I'll make you pay!"

I was inexplicably scolded, but the delivery guy didn't say much. Instead, he gestured for his partner to unload the "goods": cages filled with black and white kittens.

The people living here are all rich and powerful; how could an ordinary person like him dare to provoke them?

As the goods were unloaded, the truck sped away, and the drunken man picked up a cage and staggered toward 'home'.

"Ailing, look what Daddy brought you!"

Climbing to the second floor, he pushed open his daughter's bedroom door, and due to the alcohol, the man revealed a somewhat foolish smile.

"Look, the new 'photon'!"

"You need to get along well with her and then help her awaken her superpowers."

Muttering incoherently, the middle-aged man opened the cage and pulled out the kitten that kept shrinking into the corner.

"Give,"

"I don't want it, this isn't a 'photon'."

The little girl, huddled in the corner of the room, shook her head vigorously, which angered the middle-aged man!

"Take it!!"

He forcibly shoved the kitten into the girl's arms.
"As long as you nurture her into a new 'Photon,' our family will be able to—"

"I don't want to!"

"Meow!"

One pushed in, the other shoved; caught in the middle, the kitten instinctively struggled, its claws slashing across the little girl's hand.

"This isn't Ai Ling's photon, and you're not Ai Ling's father!"

The little girl, clutching the back of her hand, couldn't understand why the world had suddenly changed like this: her father drank every day and then fed her all sorts of cats; her mother hid in her room and hadn't left for days.

"I don't want to stay here—"

The little girl, who had been grabbed, got up and rushed towards the door.

"Stop!"

"wait wait wait"

The man, having abandoned the kitten, turned to grab his daughter, but the little girl had already run downstairs.

Running out of the house, the little girl glanced at the cat cage by the door, then her gaze fell on the luxurious manor across the street:

I wonder if Kojiro has returned from his trip?
shook his head,

The little girl ran to the side; she couldn't stay in this 'home' any longer.

"What a pity, so many Hatchimal pet eggs."

She hadn't run far when she heard a familiar voice coming from around the corner ahead.

Is she a maid in Kojiro's household?

Hurrying to the corner, the little girl peeked out:
Two maids were carrying a large bag of what appeared to be trash that they were taking to throw away.

Through the gap peeking out of the bag, the little girl, Eileen Takahashi, recognized it at a glance:

It's a Hatchimal pet egg!
"Well, the young master doesn't play with such childish things."

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"I used to play house with that guy from the Takahashi family, but now... I don't need to anymore."

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Is this just playing house?
The little girl stood frozen behind the corner, letting the two maids walk away before lowering her eyes.

Fake,

all fake!

Dad, Mom, Grandpa Hayakawa, Kojiro
The kindness, care, and laughter these people showed me in the past were all because of 'photon'.

After glancing at the luxurious 'home,' the little girl turned and ran down another road.

"Ailing, Ailing~~"

The middle-aged man stumbled out of his house, only to find no trace of his daughter.

"Grandpa, why?!"

Behind the third-floor window of the Western-style courtyard across the street, the little boy who witnessed everything spoke with suppressed anger.

At first, he was indeed on a 'mission' to play house with that little girl; but after spending some time with her, putting everything else aside, he could be considered a playmate to some extent.

But now—

"Why do this?"

"Turning your back and abandoning me, is this the style of conglomerates?"

"That's right, this is a conglomerate."

With a full head of silver hair and age spots on his face, the solemn-faced old man slowly spoke.

“But that’s not my style, Hayakawa Hakuyuki.”

"Fool, I'm protecting the Takahashi family."

???

"Although the Takahashi family has lost 'Photon,' given their contributions, the government will not hesitate to give up a super-powerful drug."

"With my wealth, Hayakawa Hakuyuki could easily support their entire family. But..."

But behind all of this lies the involvement of other extraordinary individuals!
There are superhumans secretly plotting against the Takahashi family.
Under these circumstances, it would be impossible for the Metropolitan Police Department Chief, Hayakawa Hakusuke, to continue to stand up for the Takahashi family.

After all, a dead transcendent is no match for a living transcendent.

"who is it?"

Hearing his grandson's instinctive question, the old man glanced at him.

Make the child immediately lower their head.
"This is not a question you could possibly answer,"

"Just stay home obediently. With your Uncle Yamada and the others around, safety is not a problem."

Thanks to the Takahashi family, the Hayakawa family also has several 'artificial superhumans', although they are only at the lowest 'weak dog' level, it is enough to support the family.

"Brother Takahashi"

The old man shook his head slightly as he watched the middle-aged man stagger back into the house, drunk.

"The trading company and mansion I gave you are enough for your family to live comfortably for the rest of your lives, so why bother?"

Continue the pursuit of extraordinary power.

Didn't I know that this would bring about my death at the hands of a 'villain'?

(End of this chapter)