I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 328 If life were just like the first time we met

the next day,
At the entrance of the Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu School
A giant white bird descends from the sky, and a golden 'cage' is parked at the school gate. As for luxury cars, world-class handcrafted limited editions, they are the most inconspicuous vehicles here; many 'students' who come to class simply choose to walk—after all, ordinary means of transportation are not as fast as they can run.

However, some have not yet adapted to the change in identity.

"Look, look!"

"That's the principal's sister!"

"And over there—wow, it's Pegasus Ai no Miki!"

A girl with a side ponytail excitedly pointed at passersby, just like an ordinary person who had encountered an important person.

"Alright, Saki."

With his blond hair slicked back and a thick gold chain, looking like a thug, but actually a pure-blooded 'monk', Yamagami Ryuji couldn't help but facepalm.

"Don't stare at people, it's very impolite."

"No wonder Saki is so excited, even I feel it's a bit unreal."

As he walked through the school gate, Tatsuki Yuuto couldn't help but sigh; although he used to be from a 'big city', going to school with so many high-ranking officials and dignitaries still felt like a dream: like that eerie 'journey to the underworld'.

"The child's father is the head of the Toyota zaibatsu..."

"Isn't that President Nao?"

Behind Tatsuki Yuuto floated a middle-aged couple, their exclamations causing the boy to look up at the sky as well.

"Dad, Mom, you..."

Can you two be a little more reserved?
"Saki, ignore them."

Another girl, Tatsuki Yukino, took Saki's arm, her originally gloomy face now filled with tenderness beneath her thick bangs.

“Let’s go to the swordplay classroom. If there’s anything you don’t understand, I’ll teach you.”

"Okay~~"

These four people were survivors of the 'Sanzu River Incident'; luckily, they encountered Jun Kishida, the captain of the underworld, who had just resurrected his lover. In a good mood, he casually sent their souls back into their bodies.

In the interrogation room of the Extraordinary Countermeasures Department, the four cooperated very well, describing in detail everything they knew.

After learning that they were just 'victims', Director Zhu Ya arranged for the four of them to attend school.

As survivors of extraordinary events, they are, in a sense, people with "luck" on their side—this is no joke. The Extraordinary Countermeasures Department has summarized that key figures who survive extraordinary events tend to go faster and further on the path of the extraordinary.

Tatsuki Yuuto, followed by his two guardian spirits, 'Father' and 'Mother',

With a trace of Jiu Kong Yao Ai's spiritual power remaining in his body, even without drinking the extraordinary potion, he could be considered a dog-level extraordinary being.

Tatsuki Yukino was transformed into a superhuman by her adoptive father using a secret technique, and her swordsmanship is also quite remarkable; she is not only a strong dog-level superhuman, but can also control living corpses known as 'Nether Slaves'.

That's right. Although her adoptive father, the doctor, died in the Sanzu River, the 'slaves' he created still exist and have all been preserved by the government. With the doctor's death, control of them fell to Tatsuki Yukino.

Its strength is negligible, at the level of an ordinary person, but it has the insurmountable characteristic of being 'immortal'.

These 'underworld slaves' are usually in a dormant state, like mere corpses; once they are infused with spiritual power, they can come to life.

As government experts conducted their research, they put forward many ideas, including the idea of inserting powerful explosives into the body to serve as a mobile self-destruct device.

Yamagami Ryuji, a genuine successor of the Shingon sect, mastered the "Fudo Myo-o Formation" simply by listening to Master Shio's sermons; he broke through his own limits to become an extraordinary being—while others first drank a potion to become extraordinary beings, and then researched extraordinary abilities to reach the Wolf level.

He did the opposite: first, he possessed extraordinary abilities—no, they should be called 'Buddhist supernatural powers'; then, as long as he accumulated enough spiritual power, reaching the Wolf level was a certainty.

As for Saki, who is just an ordinary girl.
The island nation's government isn't blind.
Tatsuki Yuuto is her childhood friend, Tatsuki Yuki is her best friend, and Yamagami Ryuji protects her at all times; these three extraordinary individuals with unlimited potential are the darlings of the group, so it's perfectly normal for them to occupy a spot in school.

She could even send a bottle of a level-three extraordinary potion if she asked.

It's a kind of investment, and also a kind of bond.

"It's so good to be young,"

Looking at the four boys and girls walking together, Saito, dressed in formal attire, couldn't help but sigh.

"Hehe~~ Saito-sensei, you've already gotten into the zone so quickly?"

The girl beside him held his arm, tilting her head and smiling.

"Everyone's starting to reminisce about their youth, huh?"

No, I just...

It's just a lament for the passing years.

To be honest, Saito's face is no different from that of a high school student;
But his mindset was completely different: a former murderer, transformed into a half-demon by Blood Hakama, he had experienced countless battles and witnessed many life-and-death separations.

He could feel it.
His strength had already plateaued at the Tiger level, making further breakthroughs difficult.

Coupled with his personality, he came to this school to become a teacher—for which the island nation's government naturally welcomed him warmly.

A teacher at the tiger level is more than capable of keeping most wolf-level students in check; not everyone can keep getting stronger, everyone's talent has its own 'upper limit', and the role of the school is to help students reach the limit of their talent as quickly as possible.

At the same time, mastering most of the basic skills will prevent you from being ambushed and killed for no reason.

In a sense, this magic academy is quite similar to the 'ninja academy' in the Naruto world.

"Let's go~~"

With the girl holding his arm, Saito stepped out.

Not only him, but a large number of extraordinary individuals gathered from all over the world; in addition to those from Tokyo, extraordinary individuals from other places who were qualified came to this school to receive systematic training: physical skills, swordsmanship, spells, spiritual body, and even courses on dodging and dealing with various firearms.

Such a huge number made You, sitting in the principal's office with a cup of tea, sigh with emotion.

Should I say something now—

"All the heroes of the world are now under my control?"

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A day passes in the blink of an eye.

"Let's raise a glass to celebrate securing this big order!"

"cheers."

"cheers!"

Inside the izakaya, a group of well-dressed office workers were drinking heavily.

The table was a complete mess, with napkins, food scraps, and spilled drinks everywhere.

"Section Chief Wu Xiong, let's raise a glass to you."

A young office worker, his face flushed, raised his glass to toast the elderly man at the head of the table.

Their trading company was just a small company that made yacht interiors: yachts were in a similar position to cars in the island nation, and ordinary yachts were not even as expensive as cars; nor were they as popular as cars, so the wages and benefits had always been quite meager.

But that was in the past!

"Thanks to this era."

Some office workers lamented that as the fighting in the southern seas intensifies, their shipbuilding business is booming.

It really proves the old saying: the bigger the storm, the more expensive the fish.

"And Section Chief Wu Xiong's leadership is excellent—"

"No, no~~"

When his white-haired subordinates offered him a toast, the old man waved his hand with a smile.

"I can't drink anymore, you guys have fun."

Seeing that the section chief refused, the others stopped urging him to drink.

After all, the section chief is over sixty years old. If he gets into trouble from drinking, everyone present will be implicated and will have to pay some "consolation money". Why bother?

"Come on, let's have one, let's have one."

Wow, impressive.

"I've reached my limit, it's your turn!"

The drinking culture in island nations is also quite noisy. Drinking sake while facing a dry landscape garden is a symbol of the status of a "refined" person. It has nothing to do with ordinary people. In the end, everyone is just a working beast of burden. If they don't let loose after a day of repression, they might jump off a train platform one day.

This time, they secured a large order.

It's said to be related to the Hanakain family!

Everyone knows that the current head of the Hanakain family is the guardian deity of the island nation;
Even a tiny bit of their assets would be enough to feed their trading company.

The table was piled high with plates, along with freshly delivered snacks and meat dishes; if it weren't for securing this big order, these corporate slaves' wages wouldn't be able to support such expenses, not even Section Chief Wu Xiong's.

"This success is thanks to everyone."

Having spent most of his life in the business, Takeo, who had only recently been promoted to section chief, also tried to boost morale in a serious manner.

"Keep up the good work, everyone, and make this deal a success."

"Please rest assured, Section Chief!" "We will absolutely work with 200% enthusiasm!"

A group of overworked office workers patted their chests and made their promises. It wasn't just drunken talk; after all, it concerned the livelihoods of their families, so who would dare not take it seriously?
While the Hanakain family is certainly generous, if there are any defects in their products, their trading company will face annihilation without the Hanakain family even needing to lift a finger: in today's chaotic Tokyo workplace, it's almost impossible to find a job again after being laid off.

"Enjoy your meal and drinks, I'll settle the bill."

The old man named Wuxiong stood up and picked up the chipped briefcase beside him.

"Are we going back now?"

"The section chief won't sit for another minute."

"Please take care,"

A group of overworked office workers stood up and bowed. After Wu Xiong left, they began to whisper among themselves, fueled by alcohol.

"Have you noticed that Section Chief Takeo suddenly looks radiant?"

"Did something good happen?"

"What good news? It can't be a woman—"

"Haha, you're hilarious! Everyone knows Section Chief Wu Xiong is a good family man."

However, in fact:

Takeo, who was originally waiting to retire,

It is truly 'women' who suddenly burst forth with boundless energy.

"Minako,"

Upon arriving at the sparsely populated park, the old man eagerly pulled out the photos.

"Mr. Takeo, it's nice to meet you again."

A girl with shoulder-length short hair, dressed in a church-style long dress and school uniform, slowly appeared; she smiled and raised her hand to greet him, her every smile and gesture as serene as he remembered.

"Have you been drinking?"

"Oh, sorry, I just closed a big deal today."

As the older man awkwardly scratched his head, the young woman smiled and shook her head.

"No need to apologize,"

"After entering the workforce, there will definitely be times when you need to socialize."

"Unfortunately, I'm just an illusion; I can't make you a hangover tea—"

Faced with such a considerate young girl, the old man was first stunned, then raised his hand to wipe the corner of his eye.

"No, no need."

"Just hearing you say that makes me happy."

Having rushed to the park, the old man sat down on a bench, slightly out of breath.

"I'm too old, I can't do it anymore."

"No, I think it makes him look more masculine."

The girl pressed her skirt down and sat next to Section Chief Takeo, her hands folded on her knees. Under the night sky, the two began to reminisce about the past, that wonderful era, that carefree era, their lost youth.
Beep beep beep

"Oh, it's so late?"

The watch on his wrist beeped, causing the old man, Wu Xiong, to look down and his expression to change slightly.

How could that be? Yes, it is!

He was 'late' today, so it wasn't time for 'Minako' to disappear yet; instead, it was his turn to go home.

That cold, boring home.

"Are you leaving?"

The girl also noticed the embarrassment on the old man's face.
“Go home, Mr. Takeo. It's better to live a life that doesn't exist—”

You should cherish the people around you more.

"me."

Hearing his beloved's words of comfort, the old man hesitated, his face filled with sorrow.

"I'm sorry to have worried you."

Finally, the old man silently put away the photos, turned around with his back hunched, picked up his briefcase, and disappeared into the night.

"I'm back."

The listless office worker pushed open his front door, intending to go straight to rest, but was startled by the person in front of him.

"What are you doing standing here?"

Standing in the entryway was his wife: her face was full of wrinkles, she had short hair, and she was wearing a long dress.

"I heard you've been acting strange today?"

The old woman stared at Wu Xiong as he entered.
His eyes were full of suspicion!
"Could it be that you've offended some young lady? With your position as a section chief who's only recently been promoted and is about to retire?"

While a section chief is considered part of the management team, he is by no means a high-ranking official. In comparison, in the famous Japanese anime, Shin-chan's father is the lowest-ranking department head, while Nobita's father is a section chief.

Moreover, that was before the financial crisis. Now, the lower-level managers of trading companies are just slightly more senior employees.

Moreover, someone like Takeo, who worked his whole life and was only promoted just before retirement.

It's only because of his decades of hard work.

"How...how could this be?!"

He subconsciously raised his voice to refute, but the panic on Wu Xiong's face was clearly visible.

"Who...who wants to frame me?"

Give me the briefcase—

The old woman snatched Wu Xiong's briefcase and was about to begin examining the 'evidence'.

However, everything was normal.
"enough!"

He snatched the briefcase back and stuffed the contents he had taken out back into it;

The old man, his chest heaving violently, gave the old woman in front of him a deep look, then turned and stormed out the door.

That's enough!

I've had enough of this house.

Why, why is this happening? If it's 'Minako'...
"Hey, where are you going?"

The old woman chased after him as he left, shouting fiercely at his retreating figure.

Where am I going?
I want to go to a place where Minako is!

The old man clutched his briefcase tightly, ignoring the strange looks from pedestrians on the street, and ran—no, jogged—towards the park, towards everything that had once been lost.

"Huhuhu~~~"

"Mr. Takeo? What brings you here—"

As the elderly man ran to the park and took out the photo, the figure he had longed for reappeared before him.

"Woooooo~~"

"Why, why is this happening?"

The old man cried when he saw his beloved, tears streaming down his face.

"Has something sad happened to you?"

"If possible, please tell me. I'm willing to listen to any troubles Mr. Takeo may have."

Just as the girl stepped forward to comfort the old man, a panting sound came from outside the park.

"wait wait wait!"

"You old geezer. Huh? Who is this girl?!"

An elderly woman, equally panting, caught up, gritted her teeth, and stepped into the park, then froze:
"this--"