I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 241 Broken Blade - Decapitation Blade
Mount Fuji,
"Why are there so many people today?"

The 5th Station, at an altitude of 2300 meters, is the starting point for climbing Mount Fuji, as the route before it can be reached by car.

Today, however, the 5th Station, which was usually deserted due to the 'evil spirit's patrol,' was now packed with luxury cars! This surprised the staff, who, recalling the red light that had emanated from the mountaintop that morning, began to speculate among themselves:
"Could there be treasure on the mountaintop?"

Why "treasure" instead of "volcanic eruption"? That's obvious.

The lives of ordinary people like them are worthless, but those who get out of luxury cars exude the aura of 'big shots' in every gesture; surrounded by a group of bodyguards with stern faces, looking like robots, they all seem to value their lives.

The only reason for such a large influx of people to Mount Fuji is the possibility that there are 'treasures' on the mountain.

pity--

"Stop looking, what does it have to do with us?"

Another person, wearing a work badge around their neck, nudged their colleague with their elbow.

Climbing Mount Fuji is free, but there is a 1000 yen 'protection fee': don't misunderstand, it's for environmental protection and security patrols.

and so:
Several men in black suits walked over, took out a wad of banknotes, threw them on the workbench, and turned to leave.

What mountain climbing brochures, what commemorative plaques? Their boss makes millions of yen a minute, why would he waste time on this?

"Count the number of people, and do the accounting tonight."

What's left is their 'hardship fee'.

Anyway, these big shots can take the money without feeling guilty!

When Jiu Kong Yao Ai, in her girl form, got off the car, all she saw was a long line of cars and figures on the mountainside.

"Follow."

Having heard that there are 'extraordinary swordsmiths' here, how could the 'ambitious' Jiu Kong Yao Ai miss it?
Of course I had to join in the fun!

"Mt. Fuji,"

With his head wrapped in bandages, looking like a seriously injured person or some kind of eerie killer, Xiao got out of the car and looked up at the mountaintop above.

Climbing Mount Fuji is a part of life for most people in Japan, but as the proverb says: you should climb Mount Fuji once in your life, but you won't have a second time.

Because Mount Fuji's last eruption was three hundred years ago. The closer you get to the summit, the more desolate it becomes: taking the '5th Station' as the dividing line, down below it is still lush and green, but up above it is a barren scree slope, until finally only rocks remain.

If you're not careful, you might roll off.

There are even unlucky individuals who have won the 'Darwin' Prize:

He risked his life to prove that climbing Mount Fuji in the snow is dangerous enough to cause the extinction of life.

"Let's go, Brother Shura."

The good-natured 'Black Wolf' patted Xiao on the shoulder, his words carrying a double meaning.

"We got lucky."

On the one hand, Mount Fuji is only open for three months in July, August and September, and is covered in snow all year round at other times, making climbing prohibited.

On the other hand, they had just joined this 'young lady's' ranks when they encountered this situation: without her guidance, these two 'dog-level' casual players would not have known anything about climbing Mount Fuji, let alone what was happening here.

"Be careful to protect the young lady."

"Um,"

The two quickly caught up with the 'young lady' ahead.

This employer had a very eccentric personality; he simply told them to call him 'Miss,' and said nothing else—or rather, he disdained to say anything at all.

However, both Black Wolf and Xiao are serious people who don't ask many questions, so they get along well.

Not only Jiu Kong Yao Ai, but many chaebols also sent people to join in the fun. However, those in power did not show up: it is obvious to anyone with a brain that Mount Fuji is extremely dangerous at this time, and these top chaebols would not come to such a dangerous place.

Therefore, none of their top martial artists appeared, leaving Xiao, who had been observing them all along, somewhat disappointed.

Mr. Ma, the Ten-Snake Demon King, did not come.

Clapper, clapper, clapper~~
There are no roads built on Mount Fuji.

There is only a simple 'walking area' marked by steel cables and fences. People walk on these rocks, forming a 'path' that is worn down by people, all the way up.

Those who dare to come here at this time, even if they are not superhumans, are still among the best of the ordinary people, so they shouldn't experience any 'altitude sickness'. Along the way, ninjas dressed in black clothes and black trousers, with black masks covering their faces, jogged lightly.

Then a young man dressed in traditional samurai attire, wearing wooden clogs and with a samurai sword at his waist strode past the crowd.

Then, heavily armored "heavy armored female warriors" carrying six-meter-long spears floated up from the side, making Xiao's eyes dazzled.

This is Tokyo!
Extraordinary individuals, which are rare elsewhere, are everywhere here.

True canine-level monsters are as common as dogs, and wolf-level monsters are everywhere!

"Why are there so many people?"

Looking down, the hillside was covered with countless black dots hurrying up, making Director Zhu Ya unable to help but facepalm.

"There's nothing we can do; KYG leaked the information."

Fuji Seiko, standing nearby, calmly replied.
"Those martial arts families certainly won't let this opportunity pass them by,"

"The chaebols also sent people over, ostensibly to 'attend the ceremony,' but actually they wanted to take advantage of the situation."

"The Isoya family was held back by us under the pretext of traffic control, and the army has made it clear that it will not participate in this incident; although Master Shio came, he wasn't there for any famous swords."

Overall, things are going quite well.

"Wu family,"

Watching those ninjas and samurai rushing up the mountain, Director Takeya began to understand why successive cabinets had relentlessly suppressed the imperial family.

As long as 'righteousness' exists, it will attract these 'restless' individuals!

He shook his head, banishing the dangerous thought.

As the director, he also needs to maintain a balance among all parties, develop his own power, and deal with a constant stream of extraordinary disasters.
"Let's go to the top of the mountain!"

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"Master Daodaozhai, what do you think?"

Beside the scorching crater, a monk and an old man stood there, completely oblivious.

"Is this... Kūkai's 'Three-pronged Vajra'?"

After glancing at the broken ritual implement in the young monk's hand, the old man named 'Daodaozhai' snatched it away and examined it closely.

"Hmm, judging from the fracture marks, it was done by a Buddhist practitioner with heavy force?"

"Which bald monk is so wasteful of such talent?!"

"Cough cough,"

When someone pointed at him and called him a bald monk, Monk Zhixiong couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

"It's the little monk,"

"Since obtaining this magical artifact, I have repeatedly fled from battle, which I am ashamed to admit."

"In your opinion, sir, is there any way to repair it?"

"Oh, if it can be repaired, what if it can't? And what if it can't be repaired?"

Faced with the question from the old man from Daodaozhai, Monk Zhixiong put his hands together and chanted a Buddhist prayer in a low voice.

"Something will occur if it belongs to your life, if not, do not push it."

"Please, sir, do as you please."

Seeing that Monk Zhixiong looked completely at ease, Daodaozhai nodded.

"You little monk, you do have some wisdom."

After saying that, he raised his hand and made a sweeping motion.

puff,

?

As the index fingernail grazed Zhixiong Monk's wrist, the old man 'Daodaozhai' raised his hand and made a move just as blood began to flow.

"Come,"

The blood from Monk Zhixiong's wrist was immediately drawn by an invisible force and flew towards the old man.

At the same time, the three-pronged vajra in the old man's hand floated up and magically reassembled into a complete ritual implement.

The blood covered the magical artifact, instantly turning from bright red to gold. Director Zhu Ya, who was watching from a distance, nodded in approval. It truly lived up to its name as the Avatar of the Vajra.

I really want to draw a vial of blood to make a potion. Cough cough, stop, stop.

Seeing someone extraordinary, they either want to draw blood or make them work.

It's almost become an instinct for Director Zhu Ya.

As golden blood covered the 'Three-pronged Pestle', the magical artifact immediately vibrated, as if it had been given life once more. 'Daodaozhai' then tapped his finger, and a white light emanated from the artifact.

It was not the sound of metal clashing, but rather:

"Om!"

The old man then knocked again.

"Well!"

A green light swept out, bringing a sense of clarity and peace.
"Woolen cloth!"

The third strike released clusters of brilliant yellow light, dispelling all unnecessary worries.
"Bah!"

As the fourth strike landed, blue light rippled and spread out, cleansing people of their inner demons and karmic obstacles;
"mum!"

When the fifth strike was made, the red light, like the halo of a solar corona or the auspicious light of a Buddha's crown, drifted and appeared.

"Hum!"

However, the sixth strike caused all colors to vanish, turning into black: yet it did not inspire fear or panic, but rather tranquility and peace, like a vacuum-like home.

The sound of "Om Mani Padme Hum" echoed among the clouds; six colors—white, green, yellow, blue, red, and black—flowed out, dyeing the entire Mount Fuji like a Buddhist paradise on earth, leaving the extraordinary individuals who quickly reached the summit in awe.

This is the six-syllable mantra of Avalokiteshvara, which is infinitely profound and contains great power, wisdom, and compassion!

In a certain world, these six characters were inscribed on the seal that suppressed the stone monkey.

"alright,"

The old man who had repaired the magic weapon with his bare hands waved his hand, and the three-pronged vajra immediately flew back to Monk Zhixiong's side. Not only did it not have any split marks, but it was also crystal clear, shining with Buddha's light and overflowing with warmth. Even a blind person could tell that it was extraordinary.

"If it gets damaged again, there's nothing I can do to fix it."

"Thank you, old sir."

Holding a vajra, Master Zhixiong bowed deeply.

"If you ever need my assistance in the future, I will do my utmost."

"No need. I have no hobbies in my life except for forging and smelting. I cherish the magical artifacts in my hands. Go."

"This humble monk takes his leave."

After finishing his sentence, Monk Zhixiong turned and strode down the mountain without lingering.

He was able to repair a thousand-year-old magical artifact with his bare hands.
The crowd that had rushed over watched with great enthusiasm.

Master Shio didn't hide the fact that the 'three-pronged vajra' of Mount Koya had broken; he even openly admitted his own cowardice and fear of battle. Whether the crowd was sincere or not, what could they say besides praising Shio's 'high-ranking monk demeanor' and 'childlike heart'?
Now that the 'Three-pronged Pestle' has been restored before their very eyes, how could they not be deeply moved!
This Daodaozhai can even repair ancient magical artifacts.
"Old sir,"

"Could you forge me a weapon?"

A clear voice rang out, uttering what everyone was thinking but dared not say aloud.

A young woman with a classic Hime cut, a curvaceous figure, and dressed in an exquisite gown stepped forward and spoke directly to the old man beside the volcano:
"Name your price."

? ? ? ?
Whose daughter is this, so arrogant?!

The group was dumbfounded. It wasn't that they didn't want to ask this 'extraordinary swordsmith' to forge weapons for them; otherwise, why would they have traveled all this way here? To watch the sunrise!

But this is so straightforward:

"Hehe, the young lady is quite straightforward."

The old man named 'Daodaozhai' looked at the girl in front of him and slowly took a puff of his cigarette.

"I will take what I want myself; I don't need to rely on others."

Don't underestimate him just because he's a 'swordsmith'; he can forge divine weapons.
Could it be that you don't even have the strength to wield these famous swords?

"As for you, little girl—"

A glance at the other person, Daodaozhai's gaze made Jiukong Yaoai subconsciously take a step back, as if she had been seen through.

"If you're willing to part with one of your fangs, I can forge one for you."

"How about a replica of the Kusanagi Sword?"

? !
They took another step back.
Cold sweat trickled down Jiu Kong Yao Ai's cheeks.

Fangs, Kusanagi sword
This old knifesmith clearly saw through the essence of her power!

"Ahem, Miss, Miss."

At this awkward moment, a boy with a headband stepped forward and dragged the girl, who was stuck in place and unable to move forward or backward, away.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, our young lady..."

He pointed to his temple, and even through the bandages, everyone could understand what the boy meant.

Young and arrogant, self-righteous.

"Ignore her,"

He quietly gave instructions to his subordinates, and then stepped forward, dressed in black clothes and a black veil, looking like an ordinary ninja.

"Lord Daodaozhai,"

"We've heard you're forging swords here, seeking a suitable person. We are unworthy—"

"I'm willing to give it a try,"

After saying that, he placed his hands on his legs and bowed at a 90-degree angle.

"Please grant my request!"

Clang, clang, clang,
Honda II, clad in heavy armor and carrying a six-meter-long spear, also stepped out.

"Although I am only good with guns, my father asked me to come, so I came."

"Let us use the knife as a weapon."

Hattori Hanzo also stepped forward a few paces.
After receiving the video from the extraordinary blogger 'KYG', the 'martial arts family' members were the most interested!
Using weapons is their specialty.

If one could acquire an extraordinary weapon, it would undoubtedly be like adding wings to a tiger.

"you--"

Director Zhuya's face was ashen, almost dripping with water; but these samurai families, nominally under the imperial family, had deep-rooted influence in Tokyo and were not afraid of him, a high-ranking cabinet official.

Even within the cabinet, several members have marriage ties with these samurai families!
Not everyone is like Director Takeya, who only wants to struggle to keep the island nation afloat.

If things are beyond our control, we'll just live a quiet life in a remote corner and maintain a 'big name'.
For many people, this is acceptable.

"Are you the samurai of this era?"

The old man, Daodaozhai, glanced at the tense atmosphere among the crowd and curled his lip.

"He's not even as good as that little monk from before."

Master Zhixiong is not some 'little monk,' he is one of the pillars of the island nation.

Everyone was speechless upon hearing this assessment; however, what could they do when the assessment was the truth? They were far inferior to Master Zhixiong!

"I wonder who will use the sword I forged?"

Muttering to himself, the old man named 'Daodaozhai' reached out and grabbed at the crater.

"Come out—"

Splash,

Amidst the clanging of chains, four crimson iron chains emerged from the magma, continuously contracting and tightening, while simultaneously pulling a 'knife' out of the magma.

It was a weapon of enormous size, more like a door panel than a knife!

Most of the people here are extraordinary; you can tell a lot just by looking at them.

"It is 2.5 meters long, about 40 centimeters wide, and weighs..."

It must weigh at least tens or hundreds of kilograms!
this--

“This is too…”

Takeo Koga's face darkened.

He's a ninja!
They usually hide among their own ninjas to confuse the enemy; how can they conceal their assassinations while carrying such a large sword?

"It's not impossible,"

Hattori Hanzo spoke up. He was half ninja and half samurai, so even a 'zanbato' like this could be used—?
brush,

While they were still astonished by the weapon's specifications,
A figure has already flown towards the crater.

Honda II!

(End of this chapter)