I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 17 Dispute
Setagaya Ward,

A military base located 100 meters underground.

"Tsk, this dog is living the high life, it gets better treatment than us."

Iori Ichika crossed her arms unhappily. Through the thick glass curtain wall, she could see the Shiba Inu left behind by Tanimura Watari surrounded by several professional pet caretakers, pet nutritionists, and pet groomers, enjoying the service of a nobleman. Its dog face was squinting into two slits with a smile.

"If you possess extraordinary power, you can also enjoy such treatment."

The voice of her superior came from behind her. Iori Kazuka turned around and glanced at the Metropolitan Police Department Director.

"Director Zhuya, are you two done arguing?"

"not at all,"

Wearing non-prescription glasses, Director Zhuya—no, she was a true high-level elite from an island nation—rubbed her temples.

"The Prime Minister's official residence is in an uproar, and nothing is expected to change in the next few days."

It's true that island nations are America's dogs, but when pushed too far, even dogs will bite!

"We were lucky,"

Director Zhu Ya composed herself and chatted with her capable subordinates about the international situation.

"Many places are experiencing frequent accidents, and with it being an election year, America is consuming too much of its energy."

In the past, the American army would have already marched into Tokyo! But things are different now. With other countries constantly catching up, the once 'unipolar beacon of freedom' has gradually lost its dominance as the world's hegemon.

"Our allies on Capitol Hill are lobbying hard, even considering cooperation with the North."

"Wouldn't that trigger a war?"

Iori Ichika crossed her arms and asked in return,
"The essence of negotiation lies in bluffing."

"On matters of the extraordinary, even if we cannot take the lead, we must never allow America to completely control us. This is the bottom line!"

Director Zhuya understood that the island nation could not possibly go and cooperate with the north.

America understands this, of course, but that's politics.

Politics is a product of compromise.

"Let's not dwell on these high-level maneuvers. Ichika, do you have a way to recruit Tanimura Watari again?"

Although they caught a 'dog demon', it was just an extraordinary 'animal' after all.

If we could acquire Tanimura Wataru, that would be a great victory!

The value of the extraordinary.
"It's very difficult,"

Iori Kazuka shook her head.
Given her relationship with the other party, it wouldn't have been impossible for her to recruit him into the police system; in fact, she almost succeeded.

"After being messed up by those idiots in America, anyone would be filled with hostility and suspicion towards the authorities."

Those damned beauties, if it weren't for their brutal intrusion, now...
Looking at the Shiba Inu in the room in front of her, being served comfortably by a number of professionals, Iori Kazuka twitched her lips.

It's Tanimura Ferry's turn to enjoy it here.

As long as communication is possible, even 'freedom' is not off-limits for discussion.

You said 'it's difficult,' not 'it's impossible'?

Noticing the hidden meaning in Iori Kazuka's words, Director Takeya tilted his head slightly.

"Already have a plan?"

"almost,"

Despite her appearance as a biker gang leader, Iori Kazuka is a high-achieving student who passed the island nation's Class I civil service exam, skipping the "patrolman" (equivalent to a local police officer) stage.

“Since the other party is a ‘dog demon,’ then we’ll put a ‘dog leash’ on him.”

While being unrestrained is certainly enjoyable, if things are allowed to continue as they are, only death awaits Tanimura Watari!
Whether it's a 'werewolf' or a 'dog demon', they have no chance against a serious army: For everyone's sake, I hope the next plan can be successfully implemented.

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Chiyoda Ward,

The Prime Minister's official residence, meeting room.

The meeting room was in complete chaos. The "elites" in the eyes of the general public were loosening their ties, some cursing loudly, others slamming their fists on the table, just like the old ladies at the vegetable market.

Finance Minister, Chief Cabinet Secretary, Defense Minister, Minister of National Public Safety Commission
They were all bigwigs in the cabinet, and the rest were all department heads; it was almost a gathering of most of the island nation's high-ranking officials and dignitaries, and everyone's expression was one of righteous indignation.

Opposite them stood a Black man in an American military uniform, holding the rank of lieutenant general. Only one person in the island nation could bear that rank: the commander of the Seventh Fleet, a blade held to the island nation's throat, and also the father of the emperor—the true emperor emeritus!

Besides the other men in American military uniforms, there was also a guy who looked like he came from an island nation.

Head of the Special Investigation Department of the Tokyo District Public Prosecutors Office.

At first glance, a mere 'minister' seems insignificant in this meeting room, but the other party wields considerable power.

If the Seventh Fleet is the collar around a dog's neck, then the Special Investigation Department of the District Attorney's Office is the barbs on that collar.

Besides using its military presence to exert strong control over the island nation, America also employs other softer tactics: the District Attorney's Office is one such institution. Most of the time, the District Attorney's Office performs its normal investigative functions. However, if a politician emerges who opposes America's will, the District Attorney's Office's Special Investigations Unit will be deployed.

Those with flaws will be brought down by exploiting those flaws; those without flaws will be brought down by fabricating flaws.

However today:
"If more than fifteen people are killed or injured, they are all good police officers who are wholeheartedly dedicated to serving the people!"

"Seven buildings were damaged, with estimated losses exceeding [amount missing]."

"Never back down—"

The officials from the island nation were all heartbroken and their faces were full of fervor. It was as if they were all people who were 'concerned about the country and its people,' only missing the chance to tie a white cloth strip to their foreheads and then shout the slogan 'Heaven will punish the traitors!'

"Your Excellency Lieutenant General,"

"We lodge a strong protest against the damage caused by your actions!"

The Prime Minister, seated in the main seat, spoke with a somber expression.

"Until this matter is resolved, we reject any requests for military cooperation from you."

"Humph,"

The black lieutenant general, who should have been the "retired emperor," grew increasingly grim.

As the saying goes, even a cornered dog will bite!
In addition to the Seventh Fleet, the Yokosuka base also houses more than 100 military vessels from the island nation's Maritime Self-Defense Force. Self-Defense Forces in various regions have also been mobilized by high-ranking officials of the island nation with unprecedented efficiency, as if they are preparing for a "fight to the death".

This is unprecedented and extraordinary. The high-ranking officials and dignitaries of the island nation may not care about the interests of the people or the great cause of the nation. But they absolutely care about their own personal interests.

If we were to relinquish matters related to the supernatural, America would undoubtedly reap the benefits, while the rest of the country would likely be ranked behind the squid and NATO. How could we allow that?!
If anyone dares to touch their interests, we'll risk everything, even if it means our lives are shattered!

Some have even suggested that if America wanted to monopolize the country, it wouldn't be impossible for it to cooperate with the North.

Although everyone knew that this kind of 'intimidation' was just a negotiating tactic, the black lieutenant general did not dare to make any rash moves in the face of the island nation's officials who were unprecedentedly 'united'.

With America's strength, crushing that island nation would be no problem; its pathetic "self-defense force" is no match for the Seventh Fleet. But to achieve a clean and decisive victory like the Gulf War would be difficult.

What's more -

Over the years, the island nation and America have become intertwined, each with the other in their lives.

Many of these large companies are multinational corporations with considerable influence on Capitol Hill. If the two sides were to actually fight, regardless of the outcome, it would be tantamount to shooting themselves in the foot, and the North and the other side would be laughing all the way to the bank.

war,

It is always the last resort in politics.

"We lost five Black Hawk helicopters and three tactical squadrons, yet you stole the captured 'extraordinary creature'."

"Let me reiterate! If it weren't for your mistake, we could still have gained the cooperation of extraordinary individuals!"

"Hand over that 'extraordinary creature'—"

"Absolutely impossible!"

With one side wary and the other stubbornly persistent, the negotiation devolved into a quarrelsome affair resembling that in a marketplace.

For the Black lieutenant general, he knew his career was over.

Soon, a white man will replace him.

then
Whether the final decision is to use a hardline or a soft approach is no longer his concern.

Damn fog, damn supernatural!

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.

How the big shots are secretly arguing,
It didn't matter to Qiu Riyou; life continued as usual, with her going to school and coming home from get out of class every day.

However, there was one more person in the group that went to Huangying School to pick up his sister.

"Thank you, Yu-kun."

Pushing up her glasses, class president Nao thanked them quietly.

Because of her past willful behavior, the two families almost severed ties, and Qiu Riqiong treated her coldly.

"Nao, don't always dwell on the past; one must look to the future."

Akihiru, who was currently engaged in a battle of wits with the island nation's government, waved his hand dismissively, having released a large number of "paper crows." That trivial matter was utterly insignificant compared to what he was doing and planned to do in the future!
"That's right~"

Beside her, Tiannvying patted her pitifully heaving chest.

"I'm still alive and well. If Nao keeps sighing and lamenting, the gods will dislike her."

"Tiannv, is this how you comfort others?"

So special

Even the mild-mannered class monitor couldn't help but complain.
But she also understood that, in terms of 'misery,' she certainly couldn't compare to her classmate, Tiannv.

So, if you continue to be depressed, even God can't stand it anymore.

"Well, you're right."

"I should cheer up too."

The three walked and talked until they arrived at the entrance of Huangying School. A few minutes later, the younger sister, Qiu Riqiong, and the young lady, Nagisa Ichiyo, emerged from the school.

Normally, everyone should part ways here and go home. But today:
"What did you say?"

Standing beside the black luxury car, a hint of anger appeared on the face of the young lady, Nagisa Ichiyo.

"Miss, I'm so sorry."

"The master instructed that you should go home immediately after school."

"Father."

"Do they even want to control my interpersonal relationships?"

Faced with the young lady's displeased questioning, the middle-aged driver wearing sunglasses simply explained calmly:

"That's not the case,"

"Recently, Tokyo has become somewhat unsafe."

"This is also for your own good, Miss. Please don't make things difficult for us servants."

"I'm sorry, Ying. I..."

Faced with the driver's resolute attitude, Miss Nagisa Ichiyo turned around and looked apologetically at the petite Tennyo Akira.

"Hehe, it's okay."

"Since it's your father and uncle's order, Xiao Ye, go back quickly and don't let them worry."

"I can do it myself—"

"We will accompany Tiannv back, don't worry."

Yuki took over the conversation, easing the awkward atmosphere. Previously, it was always the young lady, Nagisa Ichiyo, who would drive Amaterasu Eiryo home.

Since things have changed today, then they will go back with Amaterasu Eiryu. As for the issue of 'Tokyo being unsafe,' the instigator is right here.

"Then I'll leave it to the three of you."

She bowed deeply to the three men, her long hair cascading down like a waterfall.

After saying goodbye to everyone, the young lady had no choice but to get into her luxury car.

"Let's go too,"

Qiu Riyou waved to the three beautiful girls.

"Let's go to Tiannv's house."

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