I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 331: Fortune and misfortune depend on each other
the next day,
"Blessings from the God of Fortune?"

"Hey hey hey? Stay young forever—"

Having heard about what happened last night, the girls rushed to You's side in a flash.

What exactly happened?

"A spell? A divine spell? How can I obtain it?"

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"no,"

Yu sat on the sofa, looking puzzled.

"At your age, you're so concerned about this kind of 'technique'?"

"Hmph, Yu-kun, girls are always 100% wary of their age."

Xiaoying, who was controlling the clone, shook her finger, while Nao and Yura's eyes were so bright they almost blinded Yu.

"You lost,"

Qiong Mei calmly put down her teacup.

As her true bedmate, she already knew about Yu's experience at the Metropolitan Police Department last night, and it was she who just told others about it: because it was related to a bet between her and Yu.

"No, even you, Yura."

"Hehehe, I'm just slightly interested."

The middle school girl who leaned over next to him scratched her head sheepishly, looking like she felt more than just 'slightly'.

"I lost."

Yu had no choice but to admit defeat, and amidst the puzzled expressions of the other girls, she explained the reason.

"I made a bet with Qiong,"

"If you are all interested in this 'technique,' I will teach you."

As for the punishment if someone is not interested?
That's between Yu and Sora.

???

"Master, isn't this a blessing from the God of Fortune?"

"Wouldn't it be dangerous to do this?"

Upon hearing Yu's words, Nao and Yura hesitated; as for Xiaoying, she didn't say anything, after all, she was Inari's 'person'.

"Don't panic,"

With a wave of his hand, Yu directly represented 'a certain god'.

“The ‘God of Fortune’ is a dignified and upright deity; he wouldn’t be so petty.”

"No matter what kind of extraordinary ability it is, it is just a technique in essence—whether it is called divine technique or yin-yang technique, there is not much difference in essence: of course, this technique itself is indeed very advanced."

That's right, it's an S-rank ninjutsu after all!
The difficulty of learning it is self-evident.

"Therefore, if you want to learn, you need to put in a lot of hard work."

Nod vigorously! X4
you--

Rubbing her forehead, You had to admit that she had underestimated women's desire to 'stay young forever'.

Even beautiful girls like Sora, Nao, Akira, and even Yura were filled with enthusiasm upon hearing about this technique.

"Alright alright."

"The essence of this technique is to store up spiritual energy during normal times for use in battle at crucial moments."

"Using low-level spiritual energy output and micro-adjustments, we can maintain youthful appearance and improve bodily functions to keep them at their peak."

It sounds simple, but it's actually very difficult to learn: you need to have a good understanding of medical ninjutsu to keep yourself in peak condition permanently. In the Boruto era of Naruto, many beautiful female ninjas have lost their looks and become out of shape, but Tsunade is still as heroic as ever, and this technique has played a crucial role in that.

Staying young forever is not just a saying.

"No matter how difficult it is, we must learn!"

Yulu clenched her fist, her face full of passion and seriousness.

"As long as you are happy."

Yu plans to develop this technique to perfection and then apply it to each of them.

Seeing that everyone is full of fighting spirit, let them practice on their own!
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.

"Mr. Takeo, are you still going to work?"

"This has to have a beginning and an end, right?"

At the main gate, Wu Xiong, dressed in an old suit and carrying a worn-out briefcase, looked like he had stolen an adult's clothes and scratched his head helplessly.

The two of them spent the whole night together after returning home last night. When it was time to go to work, they habitually picked up their briefcases and prepared to go. The memories of being a corporate slave are ingrained in their bones.

"so,"

After digging out her old formal attire and putting it on, the young Minako hesitated for a moment before making up her mind.

"Can I come along too?"

"What's the difference between staying at home all the time and before?"

If we were to return to our previous lives, what would be the point of our feelings for each other last night, or even the 'blessing' exchanged between our brows?
"I'll apply for a job at your company too!"

what? !

"The current job market."

"Okay, then let me be your personal secretary."

On second thought, Minako, in her girl form, came up with a solution.

"I don't want a salary, I'll stay with you for these last few years."

"All right,"

After thinking it over, the young Wu Xiong agreed.

Although it sounds incredibly unreliable, things have come to this point, so let's just take it one step at a time, as long as I don't get fired.

Thinking this, the two, a man and a woman who had changed into office clothes but looked like high school students, walked toward the tram station, ready to start their new life.

Little did they know, countless astonished eyes were watching them from behind the windows of their neighbors' houses.

"Hahahaha~~"

"welcome!"

Upon arriving at his own trading company, the department head greeted him with a hearty laugh, showing no surprise whatsoever at his employees' sudden 'rejuvenation,' his enthusiasm leaving Takeo completely bewildered.

"Minister? What brings you here?"

"Don't be so formal. Just call me Xiao Sanmu."

The minister warmly shook hands with the young Takeo and then looked behind him.

"This must be your lady."

"Don't be shy, make yourself at home, please come and sit here."

"Then I'll have to bother you."

Unlike the bewildered Takeo, Minako had already considered the possible scenarios on the way; this was exactly what she had anticipated, and it was also the reason why she suddenly suggested coming to 'work'.

As a housewife, there was no way she would have gone to work at a company.

But things are different now. Although she and her husband are not sure if they are considered superhuman, they were able to come to work full of energy after a whole night of activity. This energetic body is not normal no matter how you look at it.

Let's just consider them extraordinary beings then.

"Wu Xiong, let me introduce you:"

The three arrived at the trading company's reception room, where two people were already sitting: one of them was an imposing middle-aged man dressed in a traditional gray kimono, who was sitting on the sofa.

The other middle-aged man in a suit, though also shrewd and capable, stood behind the old man and was slightly less imposing.

"This is our president."

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"President!"

The young Takeo was startled.
No wonder the president of the trading company, the middle-aged man in a suit, was standing behind him.

In island nations, trading companies, from lowest to highest level, are roughly: ordinary employee, section chief (uncommon), division chief, deputy section chief (deputy to the department head), department head, general manager, and president.

Above this is the chairman, similar to the 'chairman' of a board of directors; usually, it is the honorary position held by the 'former president' after retiring to the second line.

In other words, the middle-aged or elderly man in the kimono in front of us is the real person in charge of this trading company.

"Please take a seat,"

The old man raised his hand in greeting.

It won't make people feel overly enthusiastic, nor will it make them feel slighted.

"Brother Wu Xiong, is it alright if I call you that?"

"Ah, sure, of course."

The young Takeo nodded subconsciously.
As an ordinary office worker who was nearing retirement and had only managed to become a section chief, how could he dare to be on friendly terms with the chairman of a trading company?
"That's right,"

"The Metropolitan Police Department informed me of your situation last night."

The old man looked to be in good spirits, but upon closer inspection, age spots could be seen on his skin.

"I would like to invite you to take on the position of department head."

While the group was having a detailed conversation in the meeting room, the entire trading company had lost all interest in their work; from ordinary employees to department heads, everyone seemed to be doing their own thing, but their eyes kept drifting toward the meeting room.

"Were those two young men the offspring of some important figure?"

"Judging from their clothes, they don't seem like it; they're too plain."

"The president is in the meeting room, and even the chairman has shown up. Could it be some kind of big deal?"

"Did you guys notice anything about that boy's outfit?"

Someone hesitated before speaking; the 'boy's' clothes and the briefcase in his hand were strikingly similar.

Their Chief Takeo!
How is that possible? Card,

Just as everyone in the trading company was distracted and lost in thought, the door to the reception room opened.

"Haha, young people are so ambitious, I like it."

"I'll reserve the position for you for now, and you can take it after you've achieved some results."

The old man, dressed in a traditional gray kimono, smiled, and walking beside him was the unfamiliar 'boy'.

“Wu Xiong is a veteran of our trading company. He has been with the company almost from the beginning to where it is today. If there are any problems in the future, we should communicate more with Wu Xiong so that we can manage the trading company well.”

As he spoke, the old man turned to the middle-aged man on the other side and gave instructions.

"Yes, father."

The president of the trading company, dressed in a suit, bowed respectfully and accepted the order.

? ?
Takeo? Section Chief Takeo?
No, no, no, it should just be a case of the same name.
"By the way, Brother Wuxiong, that project you're in charge of—"

"I will finish it, please rest assured, Chairman!"

Having been a corporate slave for decades, even though he looks younger, Takeo still instinctively stands at attention.

"Leave it to you, I'm at ease."

The kind-hearted old man patted the 'young man' on the shoulder and left.

It wasn't until the 'boy' led the 'girl' behind him to a corner of the office that the cautious office workers couldn't help but raise their heads.

"cough,"

"I am Takeo, Naoe Takeo."

"Gentlemen, please bring your attention back to yesterday's project."

???

"Takewu. Section Chief Takeo?"

The office worker who was toasting yesterday stood up in shock, looking like he'd seen a ghost, his whole body trembling as if he'd been electrocuted.

"it's me,"

"I feel younger now, so let's get to work."

what? !

What does 'that' mean?
Even though we're already in the extraordinary era, Section Chief, this is just too much—

However, since the section chief had spoken, everyone obediently sat back down, though their eyes kept drifting towards the young section chief.

"this is"

"Is this how it's used?"

"Oh, so what we need to do is..."

The short-haired beauty was leaning against the young section chief, Takeo, studying diligently, just like any other new employee.

No, ordinary newcomers don't get personal guidance from their section chiefs!

Is this girl the president's daughter?
After all, this is the era of the extraordinary, so it's not unacceptable that Section Chief Takeo has become 'younger': there's a high probability that he has become an extraordinary being!
Is this girl a victim of a honey trap in some sense?
It's so enviable!
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,
In a small alley,

"Do you regret it?"

A mysterious figure in a black trench coat stood in front of a middle-aged man in a wheelchair.

"You were a promising athlete, but you were paralyzed after being hit by a car while saving a young girl."

Adjusting his black top hat, the mysterious man asked the same question again:

"Do you regret it?"

"regret?"

The middle-aged man in the wheelchair was chewing on a word.
He used to be a sprinter, and what he enjoyed most was the wind brushing against his fingertips: as long as you ran fast enough, there was wind everywhere!
However, due to a car accident and an act of bravery, he had to say goodbye to the track and field and could only live in a wheelchair.

Even if an extraordinary era arrives, so what?

Putting aside the fact that his injuries have lasted for more than ten years, the shrine maidens of Inari are simply beyond his reach!

The shrine maidens' precious spiritual power is reserved for healing the extraordinary individuals who fight for the island nation, powerful figures, and scientists who make contributions. In short, an athlete like him, who has been dormant for more than a decade, would probably have to wait in line for hundreds of years.

"Yes, I love running, I love the cheers of the audience when I win, and I hate this wheelchair! But—"

The middle-aged man's expression shifted repeatedly between hatred, regret, and nostalgia.

"I do not regret."

"Because the person I saved was my wife."

The rescued girl did not disappear quietly when faced with her paralyzed savior; instead, she took on the responsibility of caring for him and eventually pushed him into the hall of marriage.

Although she has to take care of the man's daily needs every day, she has never complained over the years.

She even kept comforting the man, saying that maybe one day:
Then you'll be able to stand up?
After all, technology is constantly developing, and now there are even extraordinary beings.

"Good awareness, then—"

The mysterious man raised his hand and pointed a finger at the middle-aged man's forehead.

"what?"

"Oh my god, what is this?! What am I doing?!"

The next second, the horrified middle-aged athlete struggled to stand up from his wheelchair.

It's as if they're shills selling fake medicine: but besides the two of them, where else in this alley would they need to deceive an audience?

In fact, not only did the paralysis heal on the spot, but the middle-aged people also looked younger.

A mark shaped like a carp appeared on his forehead.

"Now, you can run as much as you want."

? ?
"Then, Your Excellency."

The trembling athlete did not immediately take off running, but instead, with hesitation and fear, asked the mysterious man in the trench coat in front of him.

"What's the price?"

"There's no price to pay; just consider it my little 'personal hobby'."

The mysterious man in the trench coat chuckled softly.
"Besides, you can't refuse, can you?"

Right,

The other party could heal him with a wave of their hand, and could also easily take his life with a flick of their wrist. No matter why this extraordinary being treated him, he could only accept it.

"Thank you, Your Excellency."

The middle-aged athlete bowed deeply in gratitude.
"Your Mightiness!"

Just then, an old, anxious voice came from outside the alley.

"Lord Ebisu, I... I am your faithful follower!"

Ebisu-gami?

The middle-aged athlete was taken aback and looked toward the alley entrance.

Sometime later, a high-end black car was parked there; an elderly man, leaning on a cane, walked quickly into the alley with a mixture of respect and longing.

"Lord Ebisu, I wish to regain my health."

"Please, I'll do anything you ask!"

Saying,

The old man threw down his cane and knelt down on the spot.

He doesn't look like the head of a multi-billionaire family at all; all that's left is fawning and yearning.

"You want to regain your youth?"

The mysterious man in the trench coat turned around and looked at the old man kneeling and praying.

Yes, yes.

"Ah,"

With a chuckle that seemed to have no meaning, the mysterious man in the trench coat raised a finger.

He aimed at the old man and pointed at the void.

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coming!

"Oh my god! My body!!"

Completely surprised by how simple it was, the old man sprang to his feet the next second, looking at his hands with wild joy.

Age spots fade, wrinkles disappear, and muscles and strength gradually return.

"I feel it! I feel it! Wait!"

The ecstatic old man

No, it should be said that the young man was suddenly stunned.

Because he discovered that he was gradually losing control of his body.

"I can't move my body?"

"Ebisu, why is this? Why is he different from that person—"

The 'old man' who had become younger could only move his eyes and speak: he looked at the athletes who were unconsciously retreating, wondering why they were different.

"He is aware of his situation."

"You are not sincere."

The mysterious man in the trench coat finished speaking calmly, and with a gust of wind, he vanished into thin air.

All that remained were the bewildered athletes and the tycoon patriarch, now a young 'statue'.

(End of this chapter)