I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 227 Magatama
Koshien,
"Due to unforeseen circumstances, the match will be suspended for a period of time."

"But everyone doesn't need to worry too much. Thanks to the treatment of these extraordinary individuals, the injured have stabilized!"

More than a year after the arrival of the supernatural, the island nation has become somewhat accustomed to, or even numb to, death; the sight of someone being killed on the spot during a competition certainly has an immeasurable impact on teenagers.

but--

That's it.

Let alone this extraordinary era, even in the past, accidental injuries and deaths on the sports field were quite normal.

"The audience can take a break and use the restroom."

"The organizers are coordinating the schedule, and the competition will resume soon."

It was just an 'accident' that occurred during the competition. The government had been prepared for this: in the final horse race, the impact of the horse and rider together could easily cause injuries, even with full high-tech protective gear. However, they did not expect it to happen so soon, and in full view of everyone.

This makes it impossible for the government to cover it up.

"The impact is terrible!"

"Who can argue with that? We've already won."

In the Nishinomiya City Police Station, two officers from Osaka looked at the high school girl behind the thick bulletproof glass curtain wall, wrapped in restraints like a mummy, unable to move even a finger, and couldn't help but sigh.

Why bother?
After reviewing the materials,
They all knew that this high school girl named 'Bukushima' usually had the gentle demeanor of a rich young lady, but in reality, she had a very serious tendency towards violence.

But, but, but! What does a mere tendency towards violence matter to an island nation like this?
It's better than that!

Given the current situation in island nations, we're not afraid of you wanting to fight; we're afraid of you not fighting!
"Once you become a superhuman, you'll have plenty of time and opportunities to fight and enjoy life. Why—"

In such a crucial competition, why would someone suddenly go mad and resort to deadly tactics?

In this way, the extraordinary drug that was once a sure thing will definitely disappear; in the future, he will surely be feared, ostracized, and cyberbullied by the public, and in the end, he will either go insane or commit suicide.

Island nations abhor bullying, but when someone makes a mistake, the entire society will unite to bully them until they disappear.

“Look at their eyes,”

The voice behind her sounded again, causing the girl, who was strapped to the prison van, to lift her eyelids.

"Pity, disgust, condescension."

"How long has it been since I've seen that look in your eyes since you picked up a sword?"

"You're the one who interfered with me during the game,"

Calm down and think it over carefully, Tokushima realized that while he was indeed bloodthirsty, he hadn't lost his mind enough to kill someone in the competition: there were several extraordinary figures sitting in the stands who certainly wouldn't let her leave easily, and her current fate was proof of that.

The superhuman didn't even have to fight; he simply waved his hand and used 'magic' to capture her.

"The Ashiya family's secret techniques are nothing more than minor tricks."

"Once you accept your true self, you will become stronger than anyone else. After all—"

"You are my bloodline."

He flows with the blood of Susanoo: impulsive, irritable, and paranoid!
What is she muttering?

A large official behind the glass curtain frowned.
In their eyes, the girl, restrained in the prison van, was talking to herself in a low voice.

"Perhaps it's schizophrenia, or perhaps it's a delusional disorder or something similar. If it's not like that, I find it hard to understand why she suddenly resorted to violence."

Another official thought about it for a moment, then became somewhat undecided.

After all, his judgment was based on past habitual thinking, but now:
"...It can't be some kind of supernatural being, can it?"

"impossible!"

"should."

Collapse, collapse, collapse!

Just as the two officials were comforting each other, a series of snapping sounds rang out; the high-strength single-fiber restraint device had—

It's broken?!
In the extraordinary interrogation room, the girl, who was strapped to a heavy metal prison cart, actually managed to tear off her restraints!

This is used to immobilize non-human superhumans.
"Damn it, he really is extraordinary!"

The moment he raised his hand to press on the headset, the furious official's pupils contracted.

The girl in the room bent over, turned to the side, clenched her fists, and faced the thick bulletproof glass curtain, assuming a punching stance.

? ? ? ?
"beg----"

A fair, delicate fist slammed into the glass, sending shards flying like knives.

boom! !

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.

Outside the police station,
"Officer, there must be some misunderstanding."

"At school, Busujima is an outstanding traditional woman, skilled in cooking, and humble and gentle in her dealings with others."

A physical education teacher was repeatedly trying to defend himself, and it was clear that he took the game very seriously.

"Could it be that someone poisoned her, or is it some kind of supernatural curse?"

"Sir, please don't get agitated."

The police officers blocking the entrance to the police station patiently explained repeatedly:
"The suspect is only temporarily detained. We need to wait for the people from the Extraordinary Countermeasures Division to arrive before we can get to the bottom of this matter."

"How could I not be excited? How could I not be excited?!"

However, the PE teacher's face turned red, and the veins on his neck bulged out.

"This is a setup! Yes! This must be a setup!"

"Bukushima is my most outstanding student. How can I just stand by and watch her future be ruined?"

As he spoke, he tried to rush into the police station!
Unlike the worried Nejima City officials behind him, this physical education teacher was the sword coach of Higashi Izumo High School. He had pinned all his dreams on Busujima, so how could he accept such a reality?
"This gentleman!"

"Teacher, calm down."

Xiao, who was standing next to him, grabbed the PE teacher's arm to stop him from acting impulsively.

"I also believe that Busujima-senpai is innocent, but now is not the time to act impulsively—"

boom! !

Just as everyone was arguing at the main entrance, an explosion suddenly came from behind the police station.

?

"Don't move!"

"Let's go check it out!"

Several police officers straightened up, drew their sidearms, and released the safety.

In the past, police officers in island nations had to write several pages of applications before firing a single shot; however, with the advent of the extraordinary era, in times of chaos, harsh measures are used, and firing shots has become commonplace.

???

Even the most agitated physical education teacher would have to take a step back when faced with a police officer who had drawn his gun.

"filial piety,"

As several police officers jogged into the police station, the physical education teacher took a few deep breaths and turned to look at the male high school student beside him.

"We're enough here, you go back to the competition."

The kendo tournament is only suspended and can be restarted at any time; if Xiao doesn't get back in time, he will be disqualified, which would be a huge loss.

"it is good--"

brush,

Just as Xiao was about to turn and leave, a figure fell out of the police station.

Thump,

The figures crashed heavily to the ground.
He was one of the police officers who had stopped them earlier!

???

tap tap tap,

Amidst the crisp sound of footsteps, a figure covered in blood emerged from the police station.

"Senior Busujima?!"

"Filial piety? And... the coach."

The girl with waist-length hair seemed somewhat surprised, her gaze sweeping over the crowd outside the police station.

"You've all gathered here."

"We're worried about you, about the blood on you—"

Snapped,

Xiao's wrist was grabbed as he instinctively tried to step forward; this time, it was the PE teacher who pulled him back.

"Hello, watch out! Look at the blood on Dokushima's body!"

"The teacher's observation is still very keen."

The tall, slender high school girl, Busujima, smiled slightly.
"This blood is not mine."

As for whose it was, Xiao glanced down and his gaze fell on the motionless policeman.

The answer is already obvious.

"Ah, that's much easier~~"

The girl, covered in blood, opened her arms and closed her eyes, as if embracing a gentle breeze—a literary girl.

Unfortunately, everyone's gaze passed over her and fell upon the police station she walked out of:

Everywhere you look, there are people lying in pools of blood!
"Bulls Island. You."

The physical education teacher who had pulled Xiao aside had a complicated look in his eyes.

Will you participate in the competition again?

"Contest?"

puff~~
With a soft laugh, the girl waved her hand listlessly.

What's the point of ants fighting?

After saying this, the blood-covered girl walked out of the police station, passing through the crowd who instinctively backed away and scattered. "Farewell, everyone."

"and many more!"

Officials in Shimane Prefecture and teachers in Higashi-Izumo dared not make a move; but Takashi did not. He turned to look at the girl's retreating figure:

"Bukushima-senpai, you once said that we would have a match at Koshien!"

"This has only just begun, and you're already running away?"

?

"Xiao Tongxue,"

"This might be a bit hurtful to say, but given your current strength..."

"You're trying to escape—"

brush,

He suddenly turned around and grabbed me!
Should I put it more bluntly?

Grabbing Xiao's neck and twisting him up, the gentle expression on Dokushima's face, who was taller than Xiao, gradually crumbled.

"You think you can make me listen to you with just a few words? How naive."

As Xiao struggled, instinctively grabbing his own arm with both hands, his eyes met Dokushima's, and the black pupils in Dokushima's eyes contracted, transforming into the shape of a tomoe!

"I could crush you with a flick of my wrist, you ant."

"If you understand, then stay obediently in the mud—"

After saying that, he swung his arm and tossed it away, as if he were throwing away a piece of trash.

Boom, boom, boom!

The high school boy named Takashi slammed hard onto the concrete ground in front of the police station, tumbling and flying through the air in a sorry state.

"Whoo~~~"

Taking a long breath, Busujima looked up at the sky.

"A truly clear, slow-paced world."

“Very good, you have awakened the ‘Eye of God’ inherited from Susanoo.”

"Next, go 'hunt' those extraordinary individuals; you'll soon discover just how powerful those eyes are!"

With a glance from his eyes, which had transformed into tomoe, and from the horrified and fearful eyes of the people from his "old home" around him, Tokushima realized a fact.

really,

Only she can see the Great Tengu, Sutoku!

Never mind, none of that matters anymore. Next—

The girl trembled at the thought of fighting those extraordinary beings.

Farewell, cage!

I hope this extraordinary world won't let me down!
brush,

No longer suppressing his inner desires, he pushed off with his feet and leaped into the air, landing on the top of a nearby building.

With a few light leaps, she disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Xiao? Are you alright?!"

The high school boy with messy hair wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth after being helped up by the PE teacher.

"I'm fine,"

"Call the police! No, save them first!"

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.

Edogawa Ward, Tokyo.

The 'Koshien' high school martial arts tournament in Osaka is in full swing, even attracting the attention of a certain 'great Onmyoji' sitting on the sofa.

"Master, please have some tea."

After serving the tea, Jiu Kongyao looked at the screen on the television.

"These competitions of mortals, do they even catch your eye?"

"Nine empty spaces".

Before last night, weren't you just a 'mortal'?

The Great Onmyoji smiled slightly, his gaze falling on the replay of the 'match incident'.

"To actually see the figure of an old friend, I felt a special kind of emotion."

"Oh?"

The little girl looked closely,
"Yu from the Kakaiin family?"

In the eyes of this chaebol who is unaware of the inside story, Yu is the 'head' of the Hanakain family: although the actual situation is pretty much the same.

"I see. I've heard that the Kasai-in family lineage was passed down to the Ashiya family."

"Master, should we get rid of him?"

The little girl spoke in a flat tone, as if asking what she would have for dinner that night.

"You are no match for him,"

The Grand Onmyoji lightly waved his folding fan, remaining noncommittal.

"He's just a descendant of an old friend; he's not worth my time."

He was, after all, a great Onmyoji who dominated an era. Why would he rush off to deal with a junior a thousand years later? Wouldn't that make him a laughingstock?

Moreover, everyone knows that Abe no Seimei and Ashiya Dōman were mortal enemies who fought each other their entire lives.

But is it a love-hate relationship or a deep-seated hatred?

How would others know?
"Yes,"

"Master, I'm planning to expand our business. What do you think?"

"Go ahead—"

As the great Onmyoji slightly raised his hand and waved it backward, the little girl bowed and retreated.

"Miss, are you...?"

"Stop talking nonsense and follow me!"

The little girl waved her hand domineeringly, interrupting the man with the gold-rimmed glasses.

"Are the documents I need ready?"

Yes, that's fine.

"No buts, go to the back!"

He told his professional manager to get into the car behind him, and Jiu Kongyao got into the car in front, which was opened by the scarred bodyguard, and drove out of the mansion.

A few hours later, two black cars arrived at a dock in Urayasu City, Chiba Prefecture.

"Miss Jiukong?"

In the president's office of the dock building,
The president of the transportation company looked at the little girl who walked in with surprise.

What wind blew you here?

The president of the business company knew about the person in charge of the Jiu Kong family: such a 'young' person in charge is rare even in the elite circles: his parents died when he was young, and in most cases he was quickly sidelined by his relatives and managers!
However, this little girl was quite clever. She clung tightly to her 'savior's' leg and, by using the title of the head of the Extraordinary Countermeasures Section, scared away the hungry wolves around her.

Taking the family fortune from a little girl is easy, but if you anger the Extraordinary Countermeasures Department...
In this extraordinary era, no wealthy person would do such a thing.

Under the management of Director Zhu Ya, the Extraordinary Countermeasures Department, while not necessarily united in purpose, was at least as solid as an ironclad fortress, and no ordinary person would dare to provoke it.
"give him."

The little girl who entered the office didn't stand on ceremony; she simply tilted her head slightly in greeting.

".yes,"

The manager with the gold-rimmed glasses seemed to want to say something, but in the end, he took out a document and handed it to the president of the trading company behind the desk.

The other party took a closer look—

"puff,"

"Miss Jiukong, I used to think you were a smart person."

He waved the document in his hand, and because it was so absurd, the president of the trading company couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Now it seems I overestimated you—let me confirm, did you take the wrong document? Or are you here specifically to humiliate me?"

"Neither,"

The little girl smiled as the manager with the gold-rimmed glasses looked speechless.

A dangerous smile.
Hiss hiss hiss

Next second,
Grayish-brown snakes slithered out from the corners of the room, the ceiling, and the cracks in the doors.

"Miss, this is..."

???

As the bespectacled manager gasped in horror and the scarred bodyguard remained expressionless, the venomous snakes swarmed from the surrounding area, coiling around the little girl's back.

A 'chair'.

"now what?"

Sitting on this wriggling 'chair', the little girl tilted her head and rested her chin on one hand.

"To sign, or not to sign?"

Hiss hiss hiss

Faced with venomous snakes swimming in from all directions, the president of the trading company looked extremely grim.

In the end, he could only squeeze out two words through gritted teeth.

"I sign!"

(End of this chapter)