I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 19 Fishing
Adachi Ward,
Master Mae-chō, 4-chome.

Knock knock knock, knock knock.

After three long and two short knocks, the apartment door opened silently.

The person who knocked quickly slipped inside, and then the apartment door closed as if nothing had happened.

"Hase, have you contacted anyone else?"

The apartment was filled with smoke, and the pungent smell of tobacco and alcohol made anyone who entered frown.

"Don't mention it,"

"Fengyuan, smoke less."

With a glance at the cigarette butts filling the ashtray on the table, 'Hase', who had just returned from outside, frowned in displeasure as he took off his hat and mask.

Do you want to trigger a fire alarm?

"What does it matter? We're all finished, completely finished."

He plopped back down on the sofa, his unshaven face and bloodshot eyes making it seem as if he hadn't rested at all.

In fact, since the organization was suddenly destroyed, none of the members of the "Disabled Tooth Group" outside have been able to sleep peacefully: during this time, they have contacted their superiors; tried to escape Adachi Ward; and even tried to call the police, but all of them have been turned away.

That's right, they went to try to turn themselves in, but were kicked out of the police station!

"This is not normal, this is absolutely not normal."

After smoking all day, Feng Yuan trembled all over, muttering to himself incessantly. Curled up on the sofa, the two-hundred-pound giant looked like a frail young girl.

"Well, no matter what, we have to find a way to survive."

Hasegawa, who was out buying groceries, sighed.
He still couldn't figure out what was going on: he woke up one morning to find the organization's headquarters surrounded by a large number of police officers. Soon, he couldn't contact the other members outside; when they tried to ask their superiors for help, the other party hung up the phone as soon as they heard their voices.

It was as if the whole world had rejected them; whenever they tried to leave the street, fully armed police would appear and stop them.

Forced into a corner, the two even tried to turn themselves in: however, a bizarre scene unfolded.

The police told them to get lost.
They threatened to shoot them dead on the spot if they dared to make another false police report!

It wasn't just talk; those police officers really did draw their guns.

In this island nation where even firing a shot requires writing a lengthy application, they actually drew their guns so openly and brazenly!
Not wanting to be shot dead on the spot, the two had no choice but to hide back in the rented house, waiting blankly for their unknown fate.

"asshole!"

"What exactly is going on?"

Feng Yuan, sitting on the sofa, held his head in his hands, feeling as if the whole world was filled with malice towards them.

"We're just small-time hoodlums who work as bouncers at brothels and sell drugs on the side. Even if we go to jail, it won't be more than ten years. What's going on now?!"

"how could I know,"

Hasegawa sighed and slumped onto the sofa.

Those police officers were acting strangely; they seemed to just want to 'trade' them in this area, as if they were waiting for something to happen.
"Hey, Kazahara. What do you say—"

click,

? !
A crisp sound rang out from the side, causing Hasegawa to turn around abruptly.

thud,

With his neck twisted into a pretzel and his face turned towards Kazehara's back, he fell heavily to the floor.

Behind the sofa where Fengyuan was sitting, a tall figure had appeared out of nowhere.

The other person was wearing a hoodie, and his face, which was exposed, had a thick beard that stretched down to his cheeks! Combined with his burly physique, he looked like some kind of ferocious beast that had not yet fully evolved.

monster!

Wait, could it be...?
Is this the reason the police have surrounded them here?

The other person's emotionless gaze swept over him, causing a thought to flash through Hasegawa's mind as he abruptly stood up.

I'm going to die.

"Excuse me, sir, may I make a phone call?"

?

When faced with the request from the member of the disabled group, Wataru Tanimura made no comment: So what if the other party calls the police?
With his current strength, he could easily find a sewer to crawl into before the police arrive.

Tokyo, a metropolis with a population of over 30 million.

Beneath this city lies a vast underground network of pipes, far beyond the imagination of ordinary people: the pitch-black sewers might be extremely dangerous for the average person. But for Wataru Tanimura, now a half-demon, it is a hunting ground he can roam freely in and out of.

"Hello, is this Kohei?"

"Dad has something to tell you—"

Under Tanimura Watari's indifferent gaze, the thug opposite him took out his phone and dialed a number.

"Take good care of your mother, and don't follow my path."

Pfft

Claws slashed across,

The head shot up into the sky.

The headless corpse fell backward onto the floor.
From the phone that had been thrown, came the urgent question, "Old man, what's wrong with you?"

"two,"

Enough is enough.

Turning around and leaping lightly, he crouched on the open windowsill of the apartment. Tanimura Watari's gaze swept across the city under the night sky: He hadn't been noticed by the police, good.

The next second, he strolled down the wall of the apartment in a manner that would make Newton 'rise from his coffin'.

By focusing 'demon power' on one's feet, one can easily walk anywhere.

?

Killing someone is as simple to him as eating and drinking.

He hadn't gone far when Tanimura Watari's eyes sharpened beneath his hood.

"Electrical circuit repair ahead."

"Please take a detour, we are very sorry—"

The manhole cover was opened, and roadblocks were set up around it. A worker holding a glowing stick stepped forward and signaled to Tanimura that he could not continue forward.

This?
This was originally his route 'home'.

Now it has become a construction site. Tanimura glanced over and saw two workers busy in the sewers, which were clearly full.

There's no other way, so let's go somewhere else.

"Hmm," she nodded slightly to the worker in front of her.

Wearing a hoodie, the burly Tanimura Wataru left without a word, causing the power worker to wipe away a bead of sweat.

"What a terrifying man!"

Just standing in front of this man, even breathing seemed to stop involuntarily.

"So tall and muscular, he must be a fitness enthusiast!"

Maybe a boxer or something?

Shaking his head, the power workers continued to stand guard to prevent any construction accidents.

only:

"Hello, headquarters."

"There's nothing wrong with the line."

"What?! We have to stay here even if there's no problem?!"

From beneath the opened manhole cover, came the puzzled voices of two power workers.

The two workers, looking at each other blankly, had no choice but to continue in the stinking sewer. Their superior ordered them to "stop talking nonsense and continue the inspection."

baffling!

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bad,

They hadn't gone far when two policemen came towards them.

Tanimura Watari remained in a 'semi-transformed' state, his tall, burly physique and thick beard made of dog hair transforming him from a young man in his twenties into a man in his forties. However, upon seeing the police, he still instinctively wanted to hide.

It wasn't that these two policemen were enough to frighten him, but rather what they represented.

country!

Killing two policemen was an easy task for him.

But if this attracts the army, Tanimura Watari will have no choice but to flee in disarray; if he's unlucky, he might not even be able to escape.

The demonic power did indeed greatly strengthen his body, but it had not yet reached the point of being 'indestructible'.

Thinking of this, Tanimura Watari immediately turned around.

"That big guy over there,"

"and many more--"

Perhaps it was his tall stature, or perhaps it was the suspicious way he covered his face with a hood, that attracted the attention of the two police officers.

Without a second thought, Tanimura Watari immediately quickened his pace.

"stop!"

Upon seeing this, the two patrol officers instinctively shouted and chased after him.

For a moment, pedestrians on the street watched the chase with curiosity.

On one side was a tall, hooded man who looked like a bad guy; on the other side, chasing after him were policemen wearing wide-brimmed hats. This kind of scene is actually quite common in Adachi Ward.

So passersby stopped in their tracks and calmly took out their phones.

This is troublesome.
Given Tanimura Watari's physique, shaking off these two patrol officers would be a piece of cake.

However, with so many cameras pointed at you, even if you were to suddenly transform into a parkour expert or go too fast, you would likely make headlines and face a military crackdown.

We need to find a back alley.
With his gaze sweeping across the road ahead and maintaining the speed of an 'ordinary person,' Tanimura suddenly turned into a side alley.

"The enemy has entered the alley; requesting backup!"

"Chase!"

Two police officers followed closely behind, simultaneously calling for backup via their walkie-talkies. This caused Tanimura Wataru, who had immediately accelerated after entering the alley, to frown.

When did Adachi Ward get so many patrol officers?

Yes, it's all because of myself.
Realizing that he was the culprit behind the surge in 'police patrols' on the streets, Tanimura Watari sighed helplessly.

He doesn't want to die.

After obtaining 'demon power',
He was captivated by the feeling of flying over walls and moving freely.

If he could, he would just quietly eliminate those social scum in order to prolong his own life.

However, this was impossible; the government could not allow such a 'murderer' to roam the city, especially since he had killed so many American soldiers!
"Received, we're on our way."

"Senior, is this the way?"

? !
Just as Tanimura was about to cross the alley, two young voices suddenly came from the opposite side.

They're police!
The sound of hurried footsteps,

The scent that wafted over earlier made Tanimura Watari's pupils shrink.

蹭、

Sharp fingernails suddenly sprang out from the five fingers.

"Hey?"

“Ah~~”

With a series of muffled thuds, four policemen collided in the alley.

"Ouch! What are you doing?"

"That's what we should be asking. Didn't you see a tall man?"

As they rushed over, the four patrol officers, who had fallen flat on their faces, got up rubbing their noses and chests. One of the officers, who had come from the other side, angrily picked up his hat.

"What tall men? Were you the ones who called for backup on the walkie-talkie just now?!"

"Damn it, are you seeing things? There's no one here at all. Do you want to see my body camera?"

"impossible!"

"Could it be that we really saw wrong, Tanida?"

"Ah, actually, I've been meaning to say that the person just now might not have actually run into the alley."

A living person can't just vanish into thin air. Yet, the fact remained: the two colleagues who came to provide backup hadn't seen a trace of them. The two pursuing police officers were also uncertain. Following orders from their superiors over the walkie-talkie, they left the alley, puzzled.

Above the alley, in the open window on the third floor, the curtains swayed slightly.

(End of this chapter)