I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 3 Sister
Ring ring ring~~
The school bell rang, and the teacher on the podium slowly packed up his lesson plan and prepared to leave.

Public school teachers won't care what you do or care if you don't cause trouble in class.

These days, it's a far cry from thirty years ago when teachers used slaps and canes to enforce discipline. Forget corporal punishment; even a slightly harsh tone can cause parents to come to the school to complain. And if the incident is accidentally recorded or filmed, the teacher's job is at risk, and they might be dismissed on the spot.

As a result, teachers are even less willing to meddle: after all, it's just a 'job,' and the students are willing to learn—

"Professor Enjuna, I have some questions about the lesson we just discussed."

Nao, holding her notebook, quickly caught up with the teacher who had just walked out the door.

"This problem should be solved like this."

The teacher stopped, glanced at the neatly written notes, and immediately pointed out the key points.

They certainly don't like to meddle in other people's business, but if they encounter a student who excels in both character and academics, they don't mind answering the student's questions.

After all, most high school students who wrote "teacher" when submitting their documents for review after the EJU (Examination for Japanese University Admission for International Students) had once harbored the dream of "educating and nurturing people".

Qiu Riyou had already packed her schoolbag and got up to walk out of the classroom.

As Qiu Riyou passed by two guys with bruises and swelling on their faces, heads down, organizing their books, Qiu Riyou glanced at them.

That guy named 'Yamamoto' skipped class for a day?
Stepping out of the teaching building, I glanced at the clock on the upper floor; it was 3:30. Normally, most students participate in club activities: both to develop their skills and to learn how to socialize. Of course, public schools generally have large student populations.
Returning Home Department.

"Yaho~~ Yu-kun~~!"

Just as I reached the school gate, a voice came from behind me.

A short-haired girl waved and ran towards Qiu Riyou as if no one else was around, causing the students on their way home to turn their heads.

To be honest, no wonder my former self was so hated.

"Tiannv classmate,"

While inwardly complaining, Akihi Yu waited until the other person ran up to her before turning around and extending an invitation.

"Together?"

"Of course!"

The girl was estimated to be under 1.6 meters tall, with delicate and petite features. Her short black hair was tied into a small braid, and she exuded an indescribable youthful energy, which drew many hostile glances from Qiu Riyou.

Tsk,
Being handsome is a sin.

"Let's go."

Amidst a chorus of subtle hostile glances, the two left the school side by side; not to go home together, but to head to the subway station.

"Hey, Yu."

"Today in our class..."

On the tram, the girl chattered away, telling everyone what had happened in class that day, seemingly full of energy.

In response, Akihi Yu simply smiled and occasionally echoed with words like "Oh," "Amazing," or "I see."

He didn't dislike the girl beside him.

After all, someone who is completely unguarded with you can already be considered a friend.

"Nippori Station has arrived. Passengers who wish to disembark, please proceed."

"We've arrived at our station, Ms. Tiannv."

"Yu-kun, you should call me Ei!"

"Okay, Celestial Maiden~"

"."

Taitung District
Royal Sakura Girls' School.

A little over ten minutes later, Akihi Yu and Amane Ei arrived at the school.

Unlike Homi Gakuen, a public school located in Adachi Ward, this is a private girls' school with a 'long' history of over a century. Its school spirit, management, and teaching staff are worlds apart from the high schools the two girls attended.

Simply put, it's a 'noble school'.

"Xiao Yi, over here!"

At the entrance of the Royal Sakura Girls' School, the students were all speaking in hushed tones.

Tiannv Ying waved energetically, her target a cool and aloof girl walking towards her.

The girl was wearing the Royal Sakura Girls' School uniform, with long, smooth black hair cascading down her back. Despite her beautiful features, she exuded an aura of unapproachability. She held her schoolbag in front of her, pressing down on her skirt. Every step she took seemed measured, unhurried and deliberate.

Although it wasn't the first time they had 'met,' one word still came to mind for Akihi Yu:
The flower of the high mountains.

In fact, the other party deserves this title.

Ying,

Seeing the short-haired girl beside Qiu Riyou, the aloof girl walking towards them bloomed like a plum blossom in the cold, her gentle smile genuine.

"And thank you for taking care of Ei, Akihi-kun."

As the other person bowed slightly, Qiu Riyou waved her hand.

"We're just traveling the same route,"

"Exactly, exactly. And if we're talking about taking care of someone, it should be me taking care of You." The short-haired girl retorted righteously, hands on her hips.

Hey Hey hey,
The past is the past, the present is the present.
"Too slow,"

A crisp sound rang out, causing Qiu Riyou to put down her fingers that were rubbing her temples.

"Dome."

Another girl walked straight in from the Royal Sakura Girls' School.

The girl was petite, with long, flowing hair tied into two long pigtails with white ribbons; her skin was so fair it had a sickly pallor, and describing her as sweet and adorable would not be an exaggeration. However, upon seeing Akihi Yuu, her expression clearly showed anger.

No, it should be said that when her gaze swept over Tiannvying, a barely perceptible hostility flashed across her face.

"Sorry, I'm late."

In fact, because he hadn't participated in club activities, when Akihiru arrived, most of the students at the Imperial Sakura School were just starting to leave, so there was no question of him being 'late'.

However, when facing this girl, Akihi Yu apologized with a smile, and the curve of her face softened considerably.

Autumn sky,
his sister.

Orphaned, with a sister and a house, he's the perfect template for a time traveler.

"Well then, goodbye, Amaterasu-san and Nagisa-san."

"Yu, see you tomorrow!"

The energetic Eiryu waved goodbye, then was led by the aloof, no, should be called 'Nagisa Ichiyo', who was a head taller than her, towards a long black sedan parked outside the school.

Although Akihi Yu didn't recognize the car, the 'old money' aura emanating from it was impossible to hide.

No, they weren't trying to hide it: the middle-aged driver in a suit and sunglasses opened the car door for the two girls.

It's clearly the style of a big conglomerate.

"Humph,"

Noticing Akihi Yu's gaze, Akihi Sora beside him snorted coldly.

"What are you looking at? That's something we shouldn't touch."

"Not always,"

Turning around and taking a few steps, Qiu Riyou caught up with the girl who was angrily leaving alone. She thought for a moment.

"Qiong, if you like—"

"do not like."

"I'm hungry, I'm going home."

---

at the same time,

In a garage in Adachi Ward.

"Brother Lichuan, please help me! I can't swallow this insult!"

In the morning, Yamamoto, who had been knocked down by a punch in the toilet by Akihito, was bowing at a 90-degree angle to a bald man sitting on a motorcycle, wearing a vest and showing his arm tattoos.

"you say."

The bald man stroked his ashen chin.
"Which guy is an orphan who just received a large sum of money?"

"Yes!"

Yamamoto nodded vigorously.
"Qiu Riyou's bastard parents were involved in a traffic accident while traveling abroad a month ago!"

"Now all that's left in his family is... no, I heard he has a younger sister."

"As long as the eldest brother makes a move, won't he obediently hand over the money?"

Yamamoto understood that if he wanted to get these street thugs to help, he had to actually produce the name "Fukuzawa Yukichi." Although the name "Shibusawa Eiichi" was printed on the 10,000 yen bill, decades-old habits were not so easy to change.

"Um,"

The bald man, known as "Brother Lichuan," did not agree; instead, he continued to rub his chin.

Only after Yamamoto, who was bowing deeply, had sweat beading on his forehead did he slowly speak.

"Since you acknowledge me as your elder brother,"

"Of course I'll protect you. Our 'Disabled Tooth Group' isn't going to be bullied."

"Yes Yes!"

"Thank you so much, Brother Lichuan! Thank you so much, Brother Lichuan!"

The bald man in front of me, named "Lichuan," was just a minor member of the "Disabled Tooth Group," an "unofficial member" who hadn't even officially joined. But compared to Yamamoto, who bullied people at school, he was undoubtedly a true "gangster boss."

"Lead the way, Yamamoto."

The bald man waved his hand, and the other two men with buzz cuts and gangster clothes also stood up from their motorcycles.

A student who lost both parents, had no other relatives, and had a sum of compensation money.
Isn't this a gift from heaven?

(End of this chapter)