I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 200 The Third Tail

Tokyo,

Regardless of whether other places are swept by demonic tides or rampant with evil spirits,
It's peaceful here, at least for ordinary people.

Whether the powerful and wealthy are tossing and turning at night, or whether someone wants to investigate the 'truth', it doesn't matter.

For Yu, it doesn't matter!
The true culprit behind the Yellow Springs Rift?
If you're so capable, go to Yomotsu Hirasaka and have a go at 'Yamata no Orochi'!
Orochi, who roams freely in the Yellow Springs, is just an empty shell with a magnificent appearance, but he has superior chakra authority: when other superhumans stand in front of him, their chakra cannot be circulated properly, so how can they fight?
As for those powerful and wealthy people, Yu was more interested in the 'martial artists' under their command; as for their scheming and intrigue, he didn't care.

He has more important things to do now—

"That's about it,"

In Adachi Ward, in an ordinary house, Yu plays with something in his hand.

It was a black mass about the size of a ping-pong ball, constantly wriggling and changing shape, looking like a ball of flesh or a wisp of mist, making it impossible to understand.

"High-density chakra, and also has certain 'spiritual' characteristics; in a sense, it can already be considered a 'tailed beast'."

Of course, what Yu is playing with can only be called an 'artificial tailed beast'.

Compared to the nine truly immortal tailed beasts, they are far inferior.

However, this 'creation' does not need to face the ninja army led by the Kage, but rather this technological world of 'spiritual energy revival'.

"Go ahead,"

For this technological world,
A tiny bit of shock from the 'Tailed Beast'.

With a gentle toss, the black substance vanished into thin air.

Ever since the 'alias' of Ghost Reaper White planted the Twin Sal Trees in 'Yomi Hirasaka', Yu has been able to use 'Summoning Techniques' to instantly send creations thousands of miles away: he believes that 'Blood Hakama' can make good use of this creation and give the world a 'surprise'.

“There is a new extraordinary situation,”

Just as Yu was sending the creation away, Qiong came downstairs carrying a tablet.

"Over the Libyan sea area, several small typhoons merged into one large typhoon, and then mysteriously broke apart into several more."

"The government warned island nation ships to avoid that area—are 'Sea Roar' and that 'Hyuga Toneri' still fighting?"

"Who knows?"

You shrugged, as if none of this concerned him.

In fact, that was indeed the battlefield between 'Uminaru' and 'Hyuga Toneri'.

Unlike island nations, non-governmental organizations can freely increase their ninjutsu proficiency without anyone daring or being able to interfere. Even the United States would give way to Uminari, who can control typhoons, and Hyuga Toneri, who possesses the Eye of God. How could other countries dare to provoke such a powerful force?
At most, it's just a battle between gods, and mortals suffer.
"How could that Hyuga Toneri have been able to hold off 'Uminaru' for so long?"

Yu patiently explained to Qiong Mei's question.

"no the same,"

"Hai Ming is indeed powerful, but his abilities are more suited to large-scale operations."

“Hyuga Toneri’s spiritual power is much weaker than Kaimei’s, but he is good at ‘one-man battles’; plus he has ‘God’s Eye’, so it’s normal that neither of them can do anything to the other.”

On the Pacific Ocean, the two aliases, Haiming and Hyuga Toneri, would occasionally engage in fierce battles; if it weren't for the fear that Yu's true self couldn't withstand it, they could fight for days and nights: for most countries in the world, they would be grateful as long as the fighting didn't spread to their own territory.

As for being a disrespectful guest?
What indecent behavior? I don't know anyone there!

"As long as they don't attack Tokyo, it's fine."

"Right,"

After thinking about Yu's remarks, Qiongmei felt that they made a lot of sense.

"It's time to go to bed."

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.

the next day,
Southern Wakayama Prefecture

Half of the county's border is coastline, and at its southernmost point, there are two islands, one large and one small.

Kushima and Kii-Oshima are connected by a bridge, but unfortunately there are no good deep-water areas around them, so they can only develop tourism and fishing; without a good harbor, they naturally cannot develop into a large city.

However, on this very day,
On the waters near Kushimoto Island.

The three fleets gathered here, forming a tripartite balance: however, the two smaller fleets were in a standoff with the third.

Of course, given the capabilities of modern warships, getting this close doesn't necessarily mean "starting a war"; it's more about demonstrating strength and deterrence, and gaining leverage in subsequent negotiations.

"Minister Kamikawa, what does this island nation mean by?!"

On the main island's coast, in a resort hotel chosen as the negotiation venue, a somber atmosphere permeated the entire conference room.

The white lieutenant general's gaze was like a knife, first coldly sweeping across the face of the island's foreign minister, and then landing on the Russian man with a mustache in military uniform beside him.

Is this how you treat your allies?

"I'm sorry, Lieutenant General."

The island nation's foreign minister answered with an air of nonchalance.
"You have always been a steadfast ally of this island nation."

The white lieutenant general pointed at the Russian general, and the foreign minister continued speaking.

“Mr. Sergei is also a close ally of ours.”

? !
Okay, okay,
They dare to say that to our very faces, Americans!

"Put your hands down,"

The Russian general in military uniform and with a mustache slowly opened his mouth.
"Otherwise, I wouldn't mind breaking it!"

Upon hearing this, everyone present, whether they were carrying translators or were fluent in multiple languages, tensed up, creating a tense atmosphere in the conference room!

"Take back what you just said, or I will consider it a provocation to wage war!"

Thomas braced his hands on the negotiating table, leaning forward noticeably, like a ferocious beast about to pounce and attack.

No, how could mere beasts compare to extraordinary beings?
As the right-hand man of the white lieutenant general and the head of America's supernatural affairs, Brigadier General Thomas had long since taken the supernatural potion and trained hard for so long. He had even personally fought on the southern defense line of Mount Koya, so his strength should not be underestimated!
But how could the Russians possibly back down?
Many of the generals involved in the negotiations stood up, looking as if they were about to take action on the spot.

After being invited to "join the game" by the island nation, the Russians also obtained a lot of extraordinary drugs. Now, it's time for them to pay the price:
Withstand the pressure from America.

"war?"

"Haven't we been playing for two years already?"

The Russian general with the mustache showed no fear, staring directly at Brigadier General Thomas.

"In Bakhmut, in Donetsk, in Crimea, satellites, reconnaissance planes, air defense systems and tanks, and oh yes, your oversight teams."

With a cold laugh, the Russian officer tilted his head and gestured to the left and right.

"These cowards actually dared to threaten us—"

"What do you think we should do?"

"fighting!"

"fighting!"

"fighting!"

The other Russian officers shouted in unison,
All that's missing is giving everyone a bottle of vodka and then having them charge forward shouting "Hurrah!"
Damn barbarians!

The American side was grim. Although their old rival had split, the Russians had inherited most of the spoils. In the past two years, they had gradually adapted to the pace of war through their 'conflicts' with the Russians.

In any case, what kind of 'sanctions' hasn't Russia seen before?
Aside from growing mushrooms, there's nothing left.

Then what are you afraid of?
"With just your few dilapidated ships?"

On the American side, some couldn't help but make sarcastic remarks.

America's naval strength is beyond question: 11—no, 9—nuclear-powered aircraft carriers and hundreds of large surface combat ships dominate the seas. Even after suffering heavy losses in the face of extraordinary disasters, it remains the undisputed number one.

"You are welcome to try,"

The Russian side responded with a cold laugh.

"If you're so capable, bring your aircraft carriers ashore—our 'Borei' class submarines are already deployed!" The Russian navy is certainly not as powerful as the American navy, but that doesn't mean they are powerless to resist. The Borei-class strategic nuclear submarines and Yasen-class attack nuclear submarines both possess strong strike capabilities and stealth.

If relations really break down, these nuclear submarines already deployed in Cuban waters could instantly send America's major coastal cities to meet their maker.

Great powers all possess the capability to destroy each other, which forces them to reluctantly sit down and negotiate.

"We are not here today to engage in pointless arguments with you."

The white lieutenant general took a deep breath and forcefully interrupted the argument.

"We need information about 'Yellow Springs'!"

As America revealed its bottom line in negotiations, the meeting room fell silent.

Since the island nation's elites are already aware of what happened last night, it's only natural that America knows as well: after all, there are far too many pro-American forces within the island nation's government.

However, detailed information is unknown. The island nation's government has been continuously purging pro-American forces, and there are also many opportunists.
It's no longer the case that as soon as the island nation made a move, intelligence would appear on Yokosuka's desk.

"Your Excellency Lieutenant General,"

“I remember you as a devout follower of Yahweh.”

The island's foreign minister slowly began to speak.
"Are you planning to throw yourself into the arms of the 'underworld'?"

Yahweh?

That person hasn't brought anything down yet!

I don't know if they're waiting for a 'great flood' to cleanse the world, or if they're just waiting for it to happen.
The white lieutenant general abruptly ended his 'dangerous' thoughts and turned a stern look to the island's foreign minister opposite him:
"Minister Kamikawa, this is not a discussion of my beliefs; it is a discussion of the island nation's underworld—"

So what if the Russians come in?
America will never spit out the cake of 'extraordinary'.

"You want to know information about 'Yellow Springs'?"

Just as the three parties were resorting to intimidation and bribery, and engaging in protracted negotiations, a cold voice rang out.

"I can take you there."

? !
In a flash,

People from the island nation, America, and Russia all turned around abruptly, only to see:

A female ninja with long hair tied in a ponytail, a metal headband on her forehead, bandages covering the lower half of her face, and wearing a light ninja fishnet outfit, leans leisurely against the door.

"Hainin?!"

"watt--"

What is she doing here?

Amidst countless shocked shouts and the clattering of chairs falling over, the people in the conference room abruptly stood up and backed away from the direction of the door.

"Blood Hakama is about to summon its third tail. The 'tacit' war between us is over."

Facing the three high-ranking officials who were on high alert, Hai Ren drew his long sword from behind him as he spoke.

"so--"

You are no longer useful.

Before she could finish speaking, the shocked and furious executives in the conference room already understood what she meant.

"Stop her!!"

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"Time,"

On the open sea, above a sea area teeming with warships, an inconspicuous black dot floats in the air.

Dressed in a wide-sleeved, flowing robe, with a white veil covering his face beneath a tall hat and a black "叁" character on it, he appears to be no more than 1.4 meters tall, yet his reputation is enough to stop a child from crying at night.

Bloodstained Hakama!
His influence can be found in most of the extraordinary disasters that befell the island nation.

In particular, Wakayama Prefecture is still occupied by his 'monsters': Self-Defense Forces, Foreign Legion, and superhumans. A tacit tug-of-war has formed between humans and monsters, with constant fighting, bloodshed, and death in the Koyasan area.

Now, the 'balance' is about to be broken.

"Come on, third tail."

As the Blood-Red Hakama in the sky raised his hand and 'grabbed' the sea below, a massive amount of chakra surged forth, transforming into a visible pillar of light that fell down.

boom------

The beam of light crashed down, disappearing straight into the sea.

It looked magnificent and grand, yet it didn't trigger any explosions or impacts?!

"What is that?"

"Spells? Extraordinary abilities? Or..."

A beam of light descended from the sky, landing in the sea between the three fleets. The sea was calm, seemingly an illusion at first glance, but:

Knock knock knock,

A series of kneeling sounds rang out.
On the warship, people kept kneeling on the ground, their epaulets adorned with horizontal bars and flowers.

Simply put, they were all officers with 'flowers on their shoulders'.

"No, it's impossible!"

"Such powerful spiritual energy—"

"Psionic energy is visible to the naked eye. What kind of monster is this?!"

The extraordinary officers in the navies of these three countries looked up, their faces filled with disbelief at the pillar of light that shot into the sky—no, that fell from the sky: it was extraordinary power visible to the naked eye!

It should be noted that, so far, only Kafka Riku has been able to achieve 'visible demonic power'.

Even Kafka's army couldn't be this massive.
"Scatter! Scatter!!"

Under the beam of light, the commanders on many nearby warships recovered from their shock, their faces turning ashen.

The warships that had gathered here for the trilateral talks began to turn around, change course, and accelerate one by one.
In the extraordinary world, although abilities are incredibly diverse, the stronger the spiritual power, the greater its power!
Kafka Lu doesn't have any fancy abilities; in battle, he can defeat countless superhumans with just his "powerful brick-flying" technique. As the beam of light shot down from the sky, ordinary soldiers watched the spectacle, but the superhumans felt a deep-seated fear.

In this situation, instead of running away, are you just going to stay put and wait to die?!
"It's too late,"

Just at this time,
The pillar of light falling from the sky slowly disappeared.

On the numerous warships that panicked and turned away, as the officers and soldiers were bewildered, a sharp-eyed soldier cried out in despair:
"Underwater!!"

Underwater?

The soldiers and officers on deck all looked over, and instantly felt their hands and feet go cold.

A huge dark shadow is swimming across the water!

The blue whale is the largest known animal on the planet, measuring 33 meters in length and weighing 181 tons.

However, the underwater shadow alone is 30 meters wide! As for its length, as the winding body moves through the water, any soldier or officer on a warship would be left with nothing but a blank mind.

The length is three hundred meters, five hundred meters, or...
boom----

The next second, the sea exploded with a roar, and the seawater formed a giant wave tens of meters high, surging towards the warship!

Humanity's proud steel creations, under this violent impact, swayed and tilted like withered leaves in a river, almost overturning. And the culprit behind all this was:
"Roar~~~~~!!!"

A piercing cry echoed through the clouds.
Layer upon layer of sound waves rippled outwards, sweeping in all directions, causing countless soldiers on warships to cover their ears and collapse in agony.

A colossal creature with a diameter of over thirty meters rises from the sea, its long body disappearing into the ocean. It is unknown whether it is hundreds or thousands of meters long.
Compared to this dark, serpentine 'super behemoth', the warships bobbing on the sea surface looked as small as paper boats in a basin. The sheer size difference between the two was enough to make even the most determined soldiers feel utterly hopeless.

"Come on, sea serpent!"

Amidst the roar of the colossal beast, another hoarse voice rang out from the sky.

"Let these insignificant humans witness your power."

(End of this chapter)