I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 189 The Era Belonging to the Extraordinary
"I'm back,"

Pushing open her front door, You glanced around.

"What about people?"

"Am I not a human being?"

Qiong Mei on the sofa looked up.

"Or is it that you feel uncomfortable not seeing your lively and well-behaved apprentice and your busty and alluring neighbor?"

"Leaving aside Yuluo for now, what the heck is this 'busty and alluring girl next door'?!"

Yu was already used to Sora's personality;

I walked over and sat down next to her.

"Where did they go?"

“Yura is teaching her father and two older brothers the art of Yin and Yang.”

"Nao and Ichiyo went to Kyoto to take over the property donated by the government."

When it comes to serious matters, Qiong Mei also gets serious.

This time, Yu really put in a lot of effort, not only setting up a barrier to block the "Yellow Spring Rift," but also pointing out a clear path for the island nation's supernatural countermeasures department, which was under a curse. The government "gifted" a large area of ​​land in Kyoto, along with all the industries on it, to Yu as a return gift for his help.

"It includes three electronics factories, two traditional industries, and four office buildings."

"The government is really going all out!"

Yu simply remarked on this casually.

He's not short of money, or rather, he's not interested in money.

This isn't 'pretending to be modest,' but rather my honest thought: after all, how much does it really cost to go to school and come home every day?

Besides, if Yu wanted to, she could easily empty the Federal Reserve Bank of America with a single illusion.

As I said before—it's unnecessary.

"These industries are for Nao to pass the time."

After entrusting the class monitor with the management, Yu naturally became a hands-off manager, since Qiong Mei also disliked financial management: don't forget, she's actually an electronics otaku.

"Has there been any major news lately?"

Qiong nodded in response to Yu's casual question.

"There are quite a few,"

"The partisan struggle in America is intensifying. Following the shooting, the president issued a declaration of 'war,' stating that he will hold another rally in the area where the shooting occurred, preparing to fight to the end against the forces that have 'corrupted America.'"

? !
Seriously? That fierce?

But thinking about it, it makes sense. If he hadn't drunk the super potion and been shot eight times in the head, he would have had no chance of escaping unless God had saved him.

If one can act as if nothing happened afterward, it makes people suspect that it was staged: although no one would dare to put their own head on the line.

As for the person who fired the shot, it shouldn't be one of the little octopus 'Kishira's' people, right?

"Never mind him,"

So what if he's one of the little octopus's people?
Far away on the other side of the world, if a real civil war were to break out between the North and South, Yu could only 'respect and offer his blessings,' while letting his 'shadow clones' make their presence felt.

"anything else?"

"Also, France is causing trouble again."

Qiongmei moved the tablet in her hand closer to You and pointed to the picture on it.

"The Holy Sword 'Durandal' mysteriously disappeared some time ago, and there has been no news of it since."

"These past two days, at the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games in France, a group of 'politically correct' people imitated 'The Last Supper,' shocking the world."

Ah, this—

Seeing the 'eye-searing' image on the tablet, Yu almost suspected it was some kind of prank photo editing.

"Isn't it?"

This is supposed to be a description of Yahweh's sacred 'Last Supper,' so having a bunch of tanks and black stuff is understandable, but what about that 'big blue guy with no clothes on' on the table? Is he the leader of Lion Camel Ridge?
"This is said to be Dionysus, the 'god of wine' in Greek mythology."

At this point, even Qiong Mei couldn't continue. Because:
"I have little education, so don't lie to me."

Yu looked speechless.
“I know Dionysus, the son of Zeus, who was depicted as a beautiful youth. This—”

You're telling me this blue-skinned, blond-haired hunk is 'Dionysus'?!

"Yes, I think so."

"This is a test."

Qiong Mei, who was in charge of gathering intelligence, coughed lightly.
"Whether it's having a group of 'transgender' or 'cross-dressers' imitate 'The Last Supper,' or this blue Dionysus, it's all a test of Yahweh and the Greek gods."

Supernatural disasters frequently occur in island nations, but other countries remain calm. Even when there are a few 'supernatural disasters,' they are all eventually proven to be man-made.

This situation could certainly be explained as 'divine protection,' or it could be explained as—

"The gods fell silent."

Thinking of this, Youdu couldn't help but shake his head.

"France is truly 'rebellious'; they have the nerve to serve up something like this."

What about the billions of Yahweh believers? Shouldn't they give it a shot?
"They've already crossed it,"

With a swipe of her finger, Qiong Mei displayed the latest information about the Olympics.

"The designer claims there was no intention to offend anyone, and the video has been deleted by the Organizing Committee, but that's all."

You can tolerate this?
The followers of Yahweh are not doing their job.

"Well, it seems like things are chaotic enough even without other countries."

Yu was at a loss for words regarding the so-called 'political correctness': or, as Qiong Mei said, this was a carefully prepared 'test'.

To test the so-called billions of Yahweh believers, and whether there is truly a real and genuine supernatural being standing there?
Most of those performers were nothing more than discarded pawns.
"boring,"

In response, this is the only comment Yu can make.

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.

Kyoto,

"Ladies, this way please."

Government officials in smart suits, local celebrities, and senior managers are warmly welcoming Nao and Ichiyo.

"To welcome you both, we have prepared a dinner party, as you see—"

"Let's visit the businesses under Yu-kun's control first."

As soon as Nagisa Ichiyo spoke, the team immediately drove towards the factory area without hesitation.

Dinner?

The guest is not right.

The host wasn't even there, so what kind of banquet was there?
In the factory, a senior manager introduced the following to the two girls:

"Look, this is the latest drone production line, which can produce 12 large drones a day."

These drones are not the kind of 'civilian toys,' but are active in Mount Koya, capable of remote command, long-duration flight, and transporting personnel and spoils. If equipped with weapon systems, they would even have the same performance as the island nation's 'Falcon' unmanned combat aircraft.

This state-of-the-art high-tech production line should never have fallen into 'private' hands.

However, Yu was able to turn the tide in this extraordinary disaster, but he couldn't offer anything else: besides, these things would just be purchased by the government anyway.

Why not have Yu-kun's influence help look after the Kyoto region?
"If production needs to be increased, there is still a lot of room for improvement."

"Submit the proposal,"

"Hi Yi!"

"So troublesome,"

Once seated in Nagisa's private car, class president Nao couldn't help but sigh.

"A single factory employs over five hundred people and needs to deal with more than seventy companies in production, sales, and other areas."

With so many things to sort out, how could a high school student like her possibly understand them?
“At this point, senior managers are needed.”

Sitting opposite her was Nagisa Ichiyo, who elegantly guided the class monitor in the art of management.

"It's impossible for us to do it ourselves."

"Hand it over to professional managers—but be careful, if you're not assertive enough, these managers will 'legally' drain your assets."

"But it doesn't matter. Now, in the entire island nation, no one should dare to disobey you."

"You still have time to gradually get to know them."

"I hope so,"

After listening to Nagisa Ichiyo's analysis, class president Nao pushed up her round-framed glasses.

"No wonder Yu dumped these things on me; he knew it would be troublesome."

"But it's precisely because I trust you,"

"That's why it's entrusted to you for management, isn't it?"

Nao couldn't help but smile slightly at Nagisa Ichiyo's words.

"I'll need to trouble you again from now on, Yiye."

"You are welcome."----

Just as the class monitor and Yiye were receiving the assets,
Actually, there is another person belonging to 'Yu's' faction who is also in Kyoto.

"Mr. Long Er, what do you think?"

Looking up at the factory in front of him, the young man with wide sleeves and black, tousled hair narrowed his eyes and revealed a sinister smile.

"This is difficult to handle."

"That's it, that's it."

Behind the young man was a middle-aged man who was bending over.

Don't be fooled by his obsequious manner, which makes him look like a pitiful corporate slave; in reality, he is the owner of this factory!

Unfortunately, the factory was possessed by a group of evil spirits: and what it produced happened to be a hot-selling item, so every day it was shut down, it would lose a huge amount of money.

Besides, supernatural disasters aren't natural disasters that can be left to disappear on their own: evil spirits lurking in the factory will only increase in number and strength, eventually turning it into a wasteland!
The sooner the exorcism is performed, the sooner production can resume.

Although this boss wasn't exactly a 'big shot,' he was lucky enough to have some connections with the former Hanakain family.

"Although my family has moved to Tokyo, since we've known each other for a long time, I'll reluctantly lend a hand."

"Yes, yes, thank you very much, Mr. Long Er!"

Under the watchful eyes of the middle-aged boss, his driver, and bodyguards, the short-haired young man, Ryuji Hanakain, strode into the factory.

"Come out, Kanko."

After arriving at the central parking lot of the factory,
Taking out three bamboo tubes from his sleeve, Ryuji Hanakain lightly tapped the tubes.

The next second, one after another white 'tube foxes' emerged from inside and flew around him.

These 'tube foxes' resemble white weasels or elongated miniature foxes, with slender bodies and bushy tails, capable of gliding through the air.

"go,"

As Ryuji Kakaiin pointed, three shokugitas leaped out.

Kuganeko is the 'shikigami' that Onmyoji most like to contract: at least that's how it is in legends.

Although they are individually weak, their large numbers, coupled with their pleasing appearance and agile movements, make them perfect as scouts or pets.

Another advantage:
"Well, with my abilities, I can only train 'Kanko' for now."

Thinking of this, Ryuji Hanakain couldn't help but sigh.

Compared to his sister, who has already raised three powerful shikigami and captured a new one, his talent in 'Onmyoji' seems rather mediocre.

Even the Keikain Mami-ryu school has begun to cultivate its own battle shikigami.

However, his own father, Hanakain Hidemoto, couldn't even train a kite fox.

This made Ryuji Hanakain feel a little better.

"Squeak squeak squeak,"

Just as the young man standing in the parking lot was lamenting his lack of talent, an alarm sounded from a kotakana (a Japanese fox spirit).

The three wicker foxes flew back and landed on the young man's shoulders with a few leaps.

And behind them—

It was a dozen or so menacing evil spirits!
Clearly, these evil spirits were disturbed by the 'tube fox' and, taking advantage of their numbers, came to hunt them down.

"Good job,"

The young man patted the fox perched on his shoulder and looked at the evil spirit charging towards him.

"Although we could eliminate you with our fists and feet, that doesn't fit the style of us 'Onmyoji'."

She pulled out two palm-sized paper figures from her sleeve, with the character '爆' (explosion) clearly visible on them: this was the method of drawing explosive tags that Yu taught Yura, which she then passed on to the rest of the family.

As a family of Onmyoji with a 'thousand-year heritage', it's not Yu's character to just throw punches and play 'beating techniques'.

The forces under his command were naturally inherited from the same lineage.

"go--"

With a flick of his wrist, two paper figures floated out.

Immediately following:

"burst!"

The young man raised his finger and let out a low growl.

boom! boom!
Two fireballs rose up, and the evil spirits that were originally 'immune' to the explosive attack were instantly ignited by the flames, turning to ashes amidst their wailing struggles.

"As expected, it really needs to be shouted out to have any impact."

When no one was around, this older young man also started acting like a teenager.

Lacking power is just being a chuunibyou (a person with delusions of grandeur); but if one truly possesses extraordinary power, then that's called—

Elegance!

With a wave of his long sleeves, he fanned away the flying ash in front of him.

"continue,"

As Ryuji Hanakain gave the order, the three kitesurfs leaped out once again.

They drew out the evil spirits in the factory, and then Ryuji took action to exorcise them: these evil spirits, which had left thousands of workers helpless, were quickly killed by him, with more than half of them being eliminated.

until--

"Hoo~~!!"

A roar rang out.
"Squeak!"

Amidst the urgent cries, the three wicker foxes sped back, stood upright, and gestured wildly.

"A fused evil spirit far surpassing your strength has appeared?"

Looking up at the factory not far away, a 'mountain of flesh' formed by the fusion of more than a dozen evil spirits was crawling out of it, waving its many 'arms' as it crawled toward them.

Although it is called crawling, it is just the other party's instinctive imitation of his actions in life: no material things in the real world can hinder him.

"Tsk, this is a bit tricky."

Having recently consumed the extraordinary potion, he had only been an 'Onmyoji' for a short time.

Such a fusion of evil spirits would be somewhat difficult for Ryuji Hanakain. Therefore—

"Drag it,"

Send the three wicked foxes forward to harass and slow down the fusion of the evil spirits.

Ryuji reached into his sleeve again and pulled out:

a cell phone.

"Hello, is this Yura?"

"Yes, I'll borrow your shikigami for a bit."

After hanging up the phone, the young man formed a mudra with his hands:
"Spirit Spell - Greedy Wolf!"

Thump,

With a slap to the ground, a giant gray wolf appeared out of thin air.

If you can't beat them, call for backup!
The combination of Yin-Yang principles and modern technology is worth having.

"Please, Lord Greed Wolf, make your move!"

Ryuji Hanakain bowed his head, having no choice but to accept that his sister's shikigami was far stronger than his own.

"Ouch~~"

The gray wolf, about the size of a small tiger, raised its head and howled softly, and the three tufted foxes immediately scattered.

Next up is the competition between the big shots—

Pfft

Like a gust of wind rushing up, the enormous wolf claws slammed down, the swirling wind transforming into sharp blades that tore the fused evil spirit into several pieces on the spot.

Instant kill!

After finishing with a single swipe, the gray wolf proudly shook its fur and then deactivated its spiritual connection.

bang
Disappeared in the smoke.

"Oh dear, I've been rejected by Lord Greed Wolf."

The young man, whose strength was even less than that of his sister's shikigami, shrugged and walked out of the factory.

"Mr. Long Er, would you do me the honor of having a meal with me?"

"No, I need to go back to cultivate."

"Then, please take care—"

Looking at the middle-aged man who was still bowing in the rearview mirror, the young man with tousled hair smiled.

"This is the best of times."

The era belongs to the extraordinary who can command the wind and rain!

(End of this chapter)