I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 35: Strengthening

Night came,

"Hehehe~~ Little Leaf,"

"Okay, okay, don't get too excited, you have to go to school tomorrow."

After comforting the agitated older sister and holding her in his arms, the two beautiful young women, now dressed in pajamas, drifted off to sleep on the luxurious bed.

Ok,
It finally stopped.

On the bedside table, a catfish, like a doll, closed its eyes.

Although he planned to use Amaterasu Eiryu, Akihi Yu had no intention of betraying his friend: in addition to giving her the most precious healing ninjutsu in the world, he also specially staged this play to keep this clone, which the island government named 'Earthquake Catfish', by her side as a bodyguard.

They even took a small risk by making a bet to get Lady Nagisa to accept Amaterasu Eiryu, which should have been enough.

By assigning this clone the command of 'obeying the Heavenly Maiden Ying', Akihi Yu's attention was diverted from this.

?

As soon as my attention returned to my body, I felt a tightness in my neck.

Tilting her head, she saw Qiu Riqiong's beautiful face. The girl, fast asleep, had lost her usual 'arrogance' and was now only gentle and frail.

Don't put your hand on my neck, hey!
He rolled his eyes and removed the girl's arm.

Although many people think that sleeping while cuddling with someone is romantic,

But if you're actually pressed down on by arms and thighs all night, you'll need to call a massage therapist the next day.

However, as soon as she was removed, the girl clung to him again, this time even using her hands and feet.

this.
Forget it,

With magical protection, it's impossible for blood vessels to be compressed and become obstructed.

Autumn Day Yu simply closed her eyes and continued:

work out.

Unfortunately, his cheat ability is that "every time he uses ninjutsu in battle, he can accumulate a certain amount of proficiency." Conversely, if he's not in battle, the proficiency he gains is very low.

This is why, despite using 'illusion techniques' the most, he hasn't leveled up yet; while Earth Release, after a major battle, was the first to break through to C-rank.

Other ninjutsu need to be strengthened to achieve a breakthrough.

That's fine, there's endless fun in fighting with others.

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.

Central District
As its name suggests, it is located in the very center of the 23 wards of Tokyo.

Together with Minato Ward and Chiyoda Ward, it forms the heart of the island nation.

This is the economic, information, and commercial center of the island nation. The Island Nation Bank, the Tokyo Stock Exchange, and other institutions are located in Chuo Ward.

Every day, an immense amount of wealth flows here, more than an ordinary person could earn even working tirelessly from the Stone Age to the present day. The infamous 'Ginza' is its landmark area: stocks, dividends, champagne, luxury cars, Bentleys, Rolls-Royces, and, under the psychedelic atmosphere of the night, deep cleavage... no, socialites.

Unlike the sensual and decadent atmosphere of Shinjuku's Kabukicho district.

The 'socialites' of Ginza are all about elegance, erudition, and class. Like top-tier luxury goods, they are toys exclusively for important people.

Beyond this brightly lit, materialistic area lies a vast expanse of reclaimed land forming a wharf: countless container cranes operate along the shore, where goods from all directions and the world converge, transforming into banquet decorations, wrist ornaments, and echoing strings of numbers.

To paraphrase someone from the neighboring Minato Ward, the entire Tokyo area, except for Minato Ward, Chuo Ward, and Chiyoda, is like the countryside!
Bunkyo District?
Schools should be located in 'remote' areas.

Shinjuku? Shibuya?
It's just a place where 'ordinary people' boast about enjoying luxury; it's not something that can be taken seriously.

However, all of this is built on the prosperity of Tokyo Bay, where countless docks operate day and night.

Many dockworkers in the central district need to take a boat back to their homes in the Jiangdong district at night. After all, these dockworkers can't afford to live in the expensive central district.

At the bustling Qinghai Wharf, fishing boats come and go, bringing various catches, making a figure wearing a trench coat and a round hat on the wharf swallow hard.

"So many fish!"

"Yeah yeah,"

"You can eat as much as you want!"

The figure was shrouded in a trench coat popular in the last century and wore a bowler hat from the same era, resembling an assassin from the heyday of an American Mafia family, drooling as he watched the large catch being unloaded from the dock.

How long are we going to eat this?!
call,

Just then, a layer of white mist silently appeared on the dock.

The fog not only spread in all directions, but it was also very thick: in the blink of an eye, it covered an area of ​​several hundred meters, causing the people on several fishing boats unloading their cargo nearby to shout in panic.

Is it foggy today?

What kind of weather is this?

Just as the workers were complaining, the man in the trench coat standing by the dock suddenly turned around.

"wrong!"

"This smell."

"Watch out, enemy!"

The seawater on the shore suddenly surged, and two jets of water swept across, instantly tearing the man in the trench coat, who couldn't dodge in time, into three pieces at the waist, and he fell onto the dock.

In the mist, a figure holding an umbrella emerged from the water, his gaze falling on three tattered trench coats on the ground.

"Stop pretending,"

"I know you're all alright."

Brush, X2
No sooner had the words left his mouth than two dark figures suddenly darted out from the tattered trench coat.

Wuwuwu——

A wooden stick came crashing down with a whistling sound. Before the stick even hit, the strong wind pressed down on the sea, causing the figure holding an umbrella to retreat and dodge.

brush,

A flash of silver light appeared before his eyes, and the sharp blade was reflected in Kishida Jun's pupils under the umbrella.

Clang!
The umbrella was quickly thrust forward to block the rain.
The sharp blade struck the umbrella surface, producing a metallic clang and sparks.

Tap tap tap,

Taking advantage of the momentum, he took a few steps back, creating ripples on the sea. After regaining his balance, Kishida Jun's gaze swept over the two figures, about half a person's height, floating in the air in front of him.

The creature looked like a weasel, but it stood upright, holding a large wooden stick in one paw and a sickle in the other.

This is the design.
"Kamaitachi?"

Faced with his tentative question, the weasel holding the wooden stick grinned.

"Wrong, they are the three Kamaitachi brothers!"

"I am Ichitaro,"

"I am Jitaro,"

The weasel holding the sickle also revealed a human-like 'sneer'.

"Guess where our little brother is?"

? !
boom--

A tremendous force suddenly erupted from beneath his feet. Although Kishida Jun dodged it immediately, he was still somewhat disheveled.

Most importantly, he floated down and landed on the dock!

"I am Santaro,"

A third weasel emerged from the water, its hands empty, its waist bound with a straw rope, and a ceramic jar hanging from its waist.

"Human, we've smelled your stench for ages!"

"Squeak squeak squeak, trying to ambush us three Kamaitachi brothers?"

"dream!"

Three yellow weasels—no, they should be called 'kama weasels'—flew in from nowhere, forming a triangle and surrounding Kishida Jun in the center.

This quantity is problematic.

Kishida Jun frowned as he faced the three extraordinary creatures.

"Wait, we can talk—"

"Squeak, trying to stall for time?"

The 'Santaro,' with a ceramic jar hanging from his waist, chuckled and used his fingernail to pick up something from the fur under his neck:

A fragment of stone hanging on a straw rope.

"Your target is the 'Killing Stone' on us, isn't it, human!"

"And our goal is very simple, that is—"

brush,

'Nitaro,' wielding a scythe, appeared like the wind behind Kishida Jun, and brought the scythe down with a sudden chop. 'Your flesh and blood!'

Pfft

The scythe sliced ​​through the water created by Kishida Jun, leaving a trail of blood.

Wind Release: Wind Slicer Technique
So fast
Before he could think it through, thick fog kept billowing out from his body. With all his might, Kishida Jun created such a dense fog that one could not see more than a meter away.

but--

"Break it for me!"

A howling wind spewed from Santaro's mouth, sweeping away all the mist and revealing Kishida Jun retreating.

Wind Release: Typhoon Passes

This technique is specifically designed to dispel the 'Mist Concealment Technique'.

?

"Die, human!"

Enveloped in a visible whirlwind, 'Ichitaro', holding a large wooden stick, leaped high into the air and slammed the weapon down.

Boom!

The wooden stick struck the dock, sending dirt and rocks flying, and blasting a crater the size of a bathtub.

Wind Release: Chaotic Airflow
As Kishida Jun, completely enveloped in the water, dispersed, he raised his finger:

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Streams of water shot out like bullets, heading straight for the 'Kamaitachi' wielding a wooden stick.

At the same time, the umbrella in his other hand opened, and the flowing water covered it, like a huge shield, blocking 'Nintaro's' attack.

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.

Yes,

Akihi Yu, who was controlling the 'Kamaitachi Brothers' in battle, nodded secretly.

This Jun Kishida is a real talent.

Unlike Tanimura Wataru, who hides in the sewers every day, Kishida Jun is constantly searching for the 'Sessho-seki'. As soon as Akihi Yuu releases the target, he will rush over immediately, and then a great battle will ensue.

Whether it's action or willpower, Jun Kishida is much stronger.

Even without fighting, he constantly trained his water control abilities, and his diligence was so great that even Akihi Yu couldn't help but admire him.

Despite being surrounded by three clones of the same 'level', Jun Kishida was still able to hold on with difficulty.

No, this is too difficult!
"Whoohoo~~"

Just a few minutes later,

Gasping for breath, Jun Kishida leaned against a shipping container.
Blood dripped continuously from his body as he gritted his teeth and stared at the three weasels in front of him.

"Despicable! Three against one!"

"We're not human, so why should we care about being despicable?"

Ichitaro, carrying a large wooden stick, raised his chin.
"The three Kamaitachi brothers advance and retreat together,"

"Whether the enemy is one or ten thousand, the three of us will stand together!"

Nitaro licked the blood off the scythe in his hand, his gaze sweeping over Kishida Jun's entire body.

"Human, I'd like to see how much more blood you can shed, fighting with 'possessions'."

If we keep fighting, we'll lose. No, we'll die.

Jun Kishida was covered in wounds, and his situation was extremely precarious.

The opponent, Ichitaro, is incredibly strong; his wooden club, whipped by a whirlwind, is so powerful that it creates a massive crater with each strike. Nitaro is incredibly fast; his scythe can create wind blades, making him a formidable opponent in both ranged and close combat. But the most troublesome is:

His gaze fell on 'Santaro' in the distance.
The ceramic jar hanging from the other person's waist contained 'Purple Cloud Medicine'!
During the battle just now, Kishida Jun did manage to injure Ichitaro, and even Nitaro.

However, as soon as Santaro took out the ointment from his waist and applied it to the other two Kamaitachi, their wounds immediately healed visibly.

The three Kamaitachi brothers

As an outstanding student, Kishida Jun had been engrossed in researching various supernatural tales during this time, and naturally he had read the legend of the Kamaitachi: the Kamaitachi acts in groups of three, the first tripping people, the second cutting people, and the third healing people with ointment.

So although the Kamaitachi is quite famous, it is not a 'wicked demon' in Japanese legends, because it only plays pranks.

But now that he's actually facing the three Kamaitachi brothers, he certainly can't expect them to heal him.

If the fighting continues, the outcome will be dire.

No, even if we're going to run.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak, trying to hide in the sea?"

The three weasels blocked the way to the sea and looked at Kishida Jun with a cold smile.

"Humans, stop dreaming."

"kill him!"

At Santaro's command, Ichitaro, holding a wooden stick, and Nitaro, wielding a sickle, charged at Kishida Jun once again!

They had Santaro's ointment to treat their injuries, so they weren't afraid of exchanging injuries for injuries.

And this human being, as mentioned before:
How much blood can be lost?

Boom!
He crashed heavily into the shipping container.

Kishida Jun was sent flying by Ichitaro's wooden stick, like being hit by a baseball, and he was embedded in the metal box wall. He could only stand up by relying on his umbrella for support.

Not working anymore?

Qiu Riyou, who controlled everything, frowned.

Indeed, although this boy named Kishida Jun tried very hard, it was still difficult to fight three opponents at once.
They're not Konoha genin, where everyone has cheat codes or secret techniques.

"Isn't it possible?"

The 'Santarou' who was directing the battle waved his paw listlessly.
"Finish him off, Nitaro."

"give it to me."

Holding a sickle, Nitaro arched his body and made a pushing-off motion.

Next second,
It pounced out in a blur, moving at a speed too fast for the naked eye to follow!
My turn to go—?!

Puff puff puff~~
"What?!"

Beside Kishida Jun,
The speeding Nitaro came to a stop, his sharp scythe frozen in mid-air.

It wasn't that it wanted to stop, but rather that its entire body was covered in frost, which restricted its movement.

"A demon is a demon. You don't know what's written on this shipping container behind me, do you?"

Jun Kishida, covered in wounds, raised his head.

There's no sign of being cornered on his face.
The top of the umbrella grazed the container behind him, and from behind the torn metal, a gush of white gas poured out, drenching Jitaro's head and face.

Adding to the water splashed on him by Kishida Jun's attack during the previous battle, the scythe-wielding Kamaitachi was almost frozen into an ice sculpture on the spot.

"It's liquid nitrogen,"

This is a fishing port, and deep-sea fishing requires freezing the fish for preservation.

Besides direct flash freezing, another method is to place the fish in icy seawater for partial freezing preservation.
The liquid nitrogen in the container serves this purpose!

boom!
Splash,

The umbrella struck the frozen 'Nintaro' hard.
It exploded into thousands of bloody, frozen chunks.

? !
"Aaaaah, Nitaro, I'm going to kill you!"

Holding a wooden stick, Daitaro roared and charged at Kishida Jun, brandishing his weapon.

"Ichitaro, don't be impulsive!!"

Santaro's warning came too late. Faced with the powerful but slow-moving Ichitaro, Kishida Jun simply nimbly dodged to the side, and as his umbrella swept past behind him, Ichitaro was engulfed in the gushing liquid nitrogen.

"You're the only one left,"

Covered in blood, Jun Kishida raised his umbrella and pointed it at Santaro, who was in charge of the command.

"So, are you going to run away?"

"Squeak squeak squeak, how is that possible—"

The next second, Santaro suddenly opened his mouth and took a deep breath.

This breath was so terrifying that even the fog around the battlefield flowed towards it, and Santaro's body rapidly expanded.

After expanding to its limit, Santaro suddenly slapped his belly.

"Air-refining bullet!"

A house-sized air cannon
It gushed out of his mouth.

(End of this chapter)