I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 249 Lucky Man

"Wow, that was close!"

"I almost got taken down by 'Sheren' yesterday."

In the Yu family's living room, Yura was lying face down on the table.

Although she is also a Demon-level, she is still inferior to those 'veteran' Demon-levels.

In particular, among the Nine-Tails' forces, there is the 'Hyuga Toneri' who is known for his one-on-one combat skills. Anyone who faces him alone will be slapped so hard they can't lift their head. Once he gets close, they will immediately face the crisis of having their spiritual power sealed. Without spiritual power, a superhuman will not be no different from an ordinary person, but their strength will plummet.

In the Naruto world, Neji always encounters overpowered opponents whenever he goes out, and Hinata's personality is relatively introverted. Otherwise, under normal circumstances, the Byakugan would be enough to take down opponents of the same level in one go.

Sealing chakra at close range is just too cheesy: the Hyuga clan doesn't need to learn anything else, they just need to rush in and unleash a set of Bagua Palms, and any enemy will be down.

If the opponent uses a ninjutsu, use "Rotation" to block it; it's simple and unpretentious, yet very effective.

"Therefore, physical skills are also very necessary to train."

Sitting on the sofa, You, who had been resting with her eyes closed, began to speak.

"Like Hyuga Toneri, and Pseudo-Dazzle, they are very effective against magic-type extraordinary beings."

Hyuga Toneri has the "Divine Sky Strike" for ranged attacks and the "Return to Heaven" for defense. With a spear and a shield, plus his Byakugan, he has almost no weaknesses.

And the fake dazzle is even more impressive!
"Is there really a powerful demon in this world capable of absorbing all 'techniques'?"

As Nao, the class president, carried the dishes out of the kitchen, her curiosity was piqued.

"That's right,"

"That great demon named 'Pseudo-Dazzling' can absorb all kinds of magic."

"His defense is extremely high: even Kafka, the general, couldn't hurt him."

Immunity spells, despair-inducing hardness, and the ability to fly.
Aside from powerful demons like Kafka who are purely 'numerical', encountering other demon-level monsters is nothing more than a headache.

"A Tiger-level transcendent would be no match for him without special means, and would only be waiting to die."

There's no way to escape!
Even You couldn't help but feel that,

The 'fake dizziness' he created himself is a complete 'shit monster'.

"Wouldn't that be very dangerous?"

Because Yuluo has to go to the front lines every day in addition to going to school.

Sora's cooking skills are limited to instant noodles and snacks; Yu herself is too lazy to cook, so now Nao has become the chef.

"Won't,"

Yu dared to send Yura to 'level up' because she was confident.

"With the Sea Kingdom's forces of one dragon and two demons, plus Kafka Lu Jiang and Yura, their strength is no weaker than that of the Nine-Tailed Fox."

"With mutual support, it's very difficult for injuries or fatalities to occur."

"Speaking of maritime countries—"

The girl next to her, who was browsing internal information about the Kengan Association on a tablet, pointed to a photo of a smiling fisherman on the screen.

"Someone has already obtained the 'pearl' and become a superhuman."

"These pearls are said to be very conspicuous: physically conspicuous, emitting a shimmering light."

"Now, warships of all sizes from all over the world are heading to that area: it's practically the second Age of Exploration."

These swarming 'army' and 'adventurers' will first have to face a large number of demons under the Nine-Tailed Fox's command. Want to find the pearl? First, take out these obstacles.

As a result, many countries that were "watching the show" went all out, with warships constantly rushing to this area: as long as they didn't encounter a powerful demon, human weapons were not incapable of dealing with the demon.

The reason I didn't come before was simply because the dangers outweighed the benefits.

While demons can certainly create extraordinary potions, without a stable logistical base, are they expected to manually prepare the potions on-site?

Once a bastard loses its vitality, it can hardly produce potions; only the corpses of chimeras can be used to make potions, but chimeras are not so easy to capture.

Besides, there are also the powerful demons from the Nine-Tailed Fox's faction!
Right now, the interests outweigh the dangers.

The powerful demons were held back by the strongmen of the sea kingdom and the island kingdom.

They can also capture demons to make potions, just as island nations and America once did.

Moreover, there are 'extraordinary pearls'—such generous rewards are absolutely worth the country sending its army to fight on the front lines!
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.

Caroline Islands
Those who bomb others will always be bombed in return.

A fishing boat billowing black smoke moved slowly across the sea.

"Captain, the damaged hull has been temporarily blocked, but our ship's speed has also been affected."

By sealing off several compartments, the converted fishing boat avoided sinking; under normal circumstances, it should have been calling for help while heading towards the nearest harbor.

"Don't worry, First Mate. Although we've deviated from the course, there's an island just ahead of us."

Captain Marshall, who was at the helm, showed no sign of dejection as he comforted the first mate.

"Let's search there first!"

"But, Captain."

"That island is very small, and the chances of finding a 'super pearl' are very slim."

"We just need to do what we can do, and leave the rest to luck—don't worry, I've always been lucky."

Since the captain had said so, the first mate said nothing more and went down to continue inspecting the ship.

About half an hour later, an island appeared on the horizon.

The island was small, roughly the size of a few football fields; it was probably the summit of an underwater volcano. Once the damaged fishing boats approached the island, the sailors immediately used a fishing rig to lower inflated rubber boats one by one.

"Bring those things over here!"

"Be careful, these are our 'eyes'!"

The first mate directed the others to place the drones into the rubber boats, and then took out the oars.

"Captain? You too—"

"Yes, I'll go take a look too."

Upon seeing the bearded man named 'Marshall' jump onto the rubber boat, the first mate was taken aback at first, but then said nothing more. He picked up a paddle, and the group rowed together toward the island not far away.

They were only on a fishing boat, and it wasn't equipped with anything like landing craft.

However, the rubber boat is sufficient; it only requires a little physical exertion.

After about half an hour, several rubber boats docked at the edge of the island. The sailors jumped off, either towing the small boats ashore or raising the drones high and wading across the water.

Buzzing

The largest drone took off first, flew around the island, and drew a general topographical map.

"Let's start dividing the areas. You'll be in charge of area A, I'll be in charge of area B, and you'll be in charge of area C."

The sailor in charge of the drones opened his laptop, and with a few taps on the keyboard, he divided the island into several sections. He then transmitted this information to the other drones, with each person responsible for their own section.

That's right, they won't go to the island themselves, but will use drones to conduct reconnaissance.

What era are we living in? Why do we still have to go into the woods ourselves?
A single drone flight can easily capture a vast area.

The extraordinary blogger 'KYG' has found two pearls. In his live stream, these pearls emit a fluorescent glow, unlike the kind that would disappear if dropped on the ground.

Otherwise, if everyone were to conduct a thorough search of each of the more than 7000 islands in the Philippines, it would take years even if people from all over the world came to search them.

Buzzing buzzing buzzing

One after another, small drones took off and flew towards their respective assigned 'areas'. Half an hour later—

The drones flew back and began replacing their batteries.

It then took off again and flew towards the remaining area, but the result was still fruitless.

"No,"

"No,"

"No,"

"I don't have any in this area either."

This island is neither very big nor very small.

Seven or eight drones flew over the area repeatedly, covering virtually every spot. In other words:

"There's none?"

"Hahahahaha~~"

While the others were feeling dejected, the captain laughed heartily and stroked his bushy beard.

Why are you all looking so gloomy?

"Are extraordinary pearls so easy to find?"

"Moreover, we did not come away empty-handed—this island we searched did not yield any extraordinary pearls."

Seeing the sailors' bewildered expressions as they asked, "Captain, what are you saying?", the captain shook his head slightly.

“You guys, this is a valuable piece of intelligence.”

"It can be sold to other factions!"

Yes indeed,

We searched the island and knew there were no extraordinary pearls there.

But the others didn't know that this 'information' could be sold for money: as expected of the captain, his mind works fast.

"Let's go back!"

With a wave, the group prepared to return to their fishing boat.

It's getting late, so we'll rest here for today and head to the next island tomorrow.

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.

Under the night,
A modern, medium-sized fishing boat is quietly moored beside the island, as if everyone has fallen asleep.

However, in the crew quarters, a figure silently rose. After a few minutes, he slowly pushed open the door, tiptoed past the other crew members' rooms, climbed the stairs to the upper deck, leaned against the captain's cabin, and listened. The constant snoring inside reassured the figure.

It took a few more minutes, with great patience, to open the hatch little by little and get onto the deck.

brush,

They slid down the rope and landed in a rubber boat.

Take out the oar, untie the rope, and gently paddle across the seawater with the oar;
With the priority of not disturbing the people on board, the figure steered the rubber boat toward the island in the night.

After moving a distance, he began to row more vigorously, while constantly looking back at the fishing boat: fortunately, the fishing boat remained quietly floating on the sea, without suddenly turning on its lights or anyone chasing after it.

Good, very good!
Suppressing their inner elation, the figure paddled the rubber boat toward the island.

The faster you paddle, the faster you go.

The more I scratch, the more passionate I become!

He was so excited that he didn't even notice:
A shadowy mass rippled in the sea behind him, and a pair of slightly narrowed eyes, just emerging from the water, stared coldly at him.

"Let me see, is this the way?"

"No, we need to move this way."

On an island where the chirping of insects never ceases, a figure holding a drone controller moves through the woods by the dim light.

Even with instruments to help him find his way, this method of groping his way forward in the dark is still very easy to get lost in, and should never be undertaken alone under normal circumstances. But what he was about to do could not be known to a second person.

Especially the captain!
Daring to bring people to this sea area at a time like this
Their captain had absolutely no connection to the 'good guys'.

If the captain finds out, he's dead.

Excitement, trepidation, and fear. With mixed emotions, the figure moved continuously through the woods, finally:

Light,

serene light,

A light appeared ahead, which gave the figure a jolt of energy.

The light wasn't large, only spreading out for about half a meter; but that was enough!

The appearance of a light source on an uninhabited island was already very strange; considering their purpose for coming here, the figures' breathing became increasingly heavy.

Sasa sasa~~
He started jogging quickly, his trousers making a series of squeaks as they rubbed against the bushes on the ground.

He could no longer pay attention to the figure; the closer he got, the clearer he could see the object that had landed on a rock.
"pearl!"

A pearl the size of a thumb shimmered in the night.

All that's missing is to write "I am a treasure" on it!
"Extraordinary Pearl!"

Just as the figure pounced forward—

boom!
A gunshot sounded,
It resounded on this island that should have been deserted.

The bullet entered through the back of the head, and when it came out of the eye socket, it had created a hole the size of a bowl: red and white fluid sprayed out and splattered onto the pearls that were right next to it.

thud,

The figure fell to the ground.

The outstretched hand immediately touched the pearl.

However, those few centimeters of distance meant he would never have a chance.

brush,

A figure strode past the corpse, a pistol in one hand and a pearl on the ground in the other.

Without even glancing at the blood and brains on it, he put it in his mouth.

The luster of the pearl shone on the black and yellow teeth.

Glug,

After swallowing the pearl, the tall figure closed his eyes and trembled slightly, then:

Tear

Amidst the sound of clothes tearing, the already 1.8-meter-tall figure suddenly grew taller, as if the previously curled-up body had suddenly straightened up, forcefully breaking through 2.5 meters!
"We've made a profit on our first island; we're really lucky."

The man, who raised his head and whose beard had transformed into wriggling tentacles, was filled with ecstatic joy.

"Even fate is on my side."

Although her appearance has changed drastically, her facial features are still recognizable:
It was Marshall, the captain of the fishing boat.

"Hahahaha~~!!"

(End of this chapter)