I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 366 You've messed with me, you've kicked a hornet's nest.
Inconsiderate
On the outskirts of the city of Galena

A team is silently migrating inland along the mountain road.

In the center of the procession were women and children, surrounded by young men carrying weapons: many were wearing canvas work clothes, and some had labels like 'general laborer' printed on the back of their clothes, clearly belonging to the port city's workers.

Just two hours ago, a commando team composed of several 'Black Flames' attacked the port of Galena.

These Tiger-level extraordinary beings may seem like mere stepping stones for experts to boast about their achievements, but to ordinary people, armies, and even Dog-level and Wolf-level beings, they are like death gods!

Its extremely high movement speed, terrifying destructive power, and the destructive effect of lightning on modern electronic devices make it virtually unstoppable.

"Foreman, the wounded in the team can't hold on any longer."

"How about we take a break first?"

A young man carrying a gun quickly reached the front of the group and cautiously inquired of the middle-aged man leading the group.

Most of them belonged to a shipyard and returned here to work and support their families after the northern islands were 'reclaimed': it wasn't that they didn't want to leave, but the world was so big, where could they go?

While neighboring countries do accept refugees, they primarily seek highly educated individuals and professionals in various fields.
Most ordinary people are just cattle and horses that can be seen everywhere and replaced at any time.

These refugees are not only useless to other countries, but also a burden: the influx of a large population will inevitably compete for jobs with locals and bring serious security problems.

Like America, which receives nearly a million immigrants every year but sees no population growth.

Free America, gunfights every day.

A true elimination system for social media influencers!

So these ordinary people who survived the first Nine-Tailed Fox rampage and fled to the south, and recently fled back to the northern islands, can only continue to run away when they encounter extraordinary monsters.

Non-professional government agencies have long since collapsed. They used to at least have a livelihood under the protection of various powerful figures, but now:

The situation became chaotic again.

"Let's all hang in there a little longer."

The middle-aged foreman in charge sighed, but had no choice but to give the order firmly.

"We're too close to the city. If those 'Black Flames' catch up, we'll only need one."

It won't take long to kill all of them, numbering over a thousand.

"I see,"

The young man carrying the gun nodded.
He understood the reasoning, but many of the wounded in the team could not withstand the jolts: their families could not abandon the wounded, and a large number of people would have to stay behind.

These wounded soldiers, who are unable to fight, along with ordinary people, will only face certain death if they encounter extraordinary disasters.

Even their team is only passable against the demons.

Encountering chimeras would also result in heavy casualties.
Tap tap tap,

Just as the column was advancing in silence, the sound of horses' hooves came from ahead.

? !
brush,

With the middle-aged man in the lead raising his hand in signal,

The entire team quickly came to a stop, leaving only the clicking sound of bolts being pulled back.

Step, step, step.

Soon, on the road ahead,
A mysterious figure riding a warhorse appeared.

The other person wore a long robe with a black background and red clouds, and a conical hat with wind chimes on their head. The raised collar obscured their face. They sat sideways on a jet-black warhorse: the warhorse was shrouded in black mist, and two eerie blue flames flickered in its eye sockets, clearly not a normal creature.

On the other hand, the other person's attire doesn't look like that of a normal person at all.

A member of the Akatsuki organization?
The middle-aged man in the lead was taken aback.
How could someone who lives in this sea area not recognize this outfit?
But did any members of the Akatsuki organization ride horses?

Maybe yes, maybe no.
"Sister Xinna, look at the way those people are looking at you."

At this moment, Higashi Xiaomei, hiding under her straw hat, was filled with regret. Why did she have to dress like this? It was so embarrassing to be associated with another organization!

"I told you, impersonating an Akatsuki member was unreliable; everyone's already suspicious."

'Then kill them!'

The domineering voice of Oda Nobuna echoed in my mind.
'Kill until everyone admits it!'

For someone like her, a former 'ruler,' her words are the truth.

Does anyone dare to object?
kill!

I shouldn't have complained to you.

While they were talking in their minds, the mysterious person sitting sideways on the back of the 'ghost warhorse' was 'indifferent' coming towards them.

"Put down your gun,"

"Make way, everyone make way—"

Regardless of whether this person was a member of the Akatsuki, just based on his appearance and the fact that he was alone, the middle-aged leader dared not and was unwilling to gamble. Under the middle-aged man's shouts and commands, the crowd loosened up, and even the young men carrying guns pointed their weapons at the ground.

In this era of extraordinary chaos, those who wield ordinary firearms are the lowest class.

Tap tap tap,

As the crowd parted, the mysterious figure riding the ghostly warhorse maintained its speed, neither dodging nor avoiding, continuing to move straight ahead.

There was nothing she could do; this 'ghost warhorse' wasn't Higashi Hsiao-mei's creation, so she couldn't control it anyway.

Ok?
As the crowd hurriedly parted to the sides, what was revealed was:

"Cough cough cough,"

A worker coughing up blood while clutching his chest.
"Ah, help me up—"

A boy crawling on the ground, his leg crushed.

"I can't move it by myself, can someone help me?"

A little girl, struggling to carry a middle-aged man lying unconscious on a stretcher, bursts into tears due to her lack of strength.

Seeing that the wounded, unable to dodge in time, were about to collide with this strange, mysterious man, the middle-aged man leading them felt his heart leap into his throat. Sure enough:

Brush, brush, brush

The mysterious figure riding the ghostly warhorse raised his hands.
Bandages flew out from his sleeves, like a spider's web or countless slender tentacles.

? !
"Put down your gun—"

He tilted his head and growled, stopping the guns that the young men had instinctively raised.

The middle-aged man's finger was on the trigger, his muscles were taut under his clothes, and sweat was beading on his forehead.

May God, Buddha, or any deity grant our blessings.
Don't start a conflict! Don't start a conflict!

The feeling of being able to place one's hopes on the extraordinary when faced with such beings is a reflection of the lives of ordinary people.

brush,

The white bandage that flew out from the mysterious man's sleeve did not attack anyone.

Instead, they skillfully wrapped and bandaged the wounds of those who couldn't get away in time.

"My injury?"

"This feeling"

The wounded, bandaged by these bandages, all showed expressions of shock.

They could clearly feel a 'flow of air' penetrating deep into the wound along the bandage;

It suppressed pain, relieved injuries, and restored physical strength, even making many people more agile.

Even the wounded lying on stretchers had their complexions visibly regain their color, their breathing became calm, and they had passed the critical period.

踏、

A horse hoof the size of a bowl landed in front of the stretcher.
The next second, to the little girl's bewildered gaze, the ghost warhorse lifted its hooves and gracefully flew over the wounded on the ground.

? !
"Thank you so much!"

The little girl's instinctive opening of her mouth brought the others back to their senses.

"Thank you for your help, sir."

"You are the savior of suffering."

Unexpectedly, things took an unexpected turn, and everyone knelt down to express their gratitude; however, the mysterious man remained silent, letting his warhorse carry him forward, with only bandages constantly emerging from his sleeves to bandage the wounded in sight.

'What a pointless act; they're not your subjects.'

but--

The Oda Nobuna inside Higashi Takami's body did not stop it.
In her view, Higashi Takami's focus on healing was also a form of 'training': even in the era she knew, medical shrine maidens and onmyoji were needed.

Although this host used the 'yin attribute spiritual power nature transformation' she taught to create healing bandages, Nobuna was quite speechless.

Instead of crafting swords, armor, bows, arrows, and banners, they only make mirrors and bandages.
He has absolutely no martial spirit.

"Thank you~~"

"Thank you, Your Excellency!" While Oda Nobuna was inwardly complaining, the kneeling crowd on both sides kept kowtowing and expressing their gratitude.

"Sir, please be careful!"

Seeing that the other party had not killed anyone on the spot and had even treated the wounded, the middle-aged man in charge finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then shouted a reminder.

"The direction you are heading towards has multiple 'black flames'!"

However, the mysterious person remained silent and walked through the group without saying a word.

This commanded the middle-aged man's utmost respect; he truly deserved to be a member of the 'Akatsuki' organization.

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.

"Nobuna-nee, there are multiple 'black flames'!"

Let's retreat quickly~~

However, in the heart of the departed 'strongman', Higashi Hsiao-mei was already in a panic.

That's 'Black Flame', a follower of the great demon 'Red Lotus'. Bloodthirsty and belligerent, possessing the power of thunder, it's the enemy that most extraordinary beings least want to encounter.

Faced with the speed of 'Black Flame', if you can't beat it, you can't even run away.

'What nonsense are you talking about?'

In the mind of the 'mysterious man' riding the 'demon warhorse', Oda Nobuna spoke with a tone of disappointment and frustration.

'Our target is a powerful demon; why would we fear mere black flames?'

Amidst their internal struggles, the three of them arrived at the edge of the city.

'But--'

'Hyomi, give me your body!'

The next instant, his eyes sharpened beneath the hood.

Puff puff!

Several sharp claws slashed across, tearing the poor 'ghost warhorse' to pieces on the spot.

But the mysterious person who was supposed to be the target has disappeared without a trace.
"Wow, how enthusiastic!"

The voice from above made the three 'Black Flames' look up: what came into their view was a figure leaping high into the air, his long robes billowing as he spun around.

"Super Strike Whip!"

With that figure raising his hand and waving...
Thick ropes erupted from his palms, transforming into a whip that lashed out at the black flames below.

However, as a member of the Crimson Lotus, speed is the most impressive feature of the Black Flame. Even though the mysterious man's whip can reach supersonic speed, it is still a long weapon and has enough reaction time.

crackling

A flash of lightning,
The three black flames then sped away in three different directions.

Boom! !
The rope whip slammed into the ground, instantly causing the earth to crumble and sink deep into the soil, tearing a crack in the earth.

"The speed is indeed impressive,"

With a quick glance from under the straw hat, Yi Yue, who was controlling her body, saw three people suddenly rushing towards her.

A tall, black, lion-like monster, crackling with lightning, bared its fangs and claws, ready to tear her apart.

The next instant, the three black flames mysteriously stopped in mid-air.

"A spider's nest!"

The mysterious figure, who was disguised as a member of the Akatsuki organization, Higashi Takami/Izuki, pulled with her other hand, and countless tiny ropes appeared in the air.

Higashi Takami wasn't the only one who learned 'Yin attribute nature transformation'; Izuki, the real evil spirit, mastered it even earlier!
As an evil spirit, she instinctively uses yin-attribute spiritual power to create objects.

The rope represents her death and memories!

And now, based on this, various applications have been developed.

"We've got you!"

The three 'Black Flames' crashed headfirst into the rope net she had set up, like prey falling into a spider web.

With a wave of her hand, Yi Yue suddenly transformed the thick rope into five thin ropes: although the impact force was reduced after the size was reduced, the cutting ability was greatly improved!
"Five colored thread!"

Yi Yue spread her five fingers and swung them through the air like beast claws.

Five thin ropes also cut across the battlefield, and five bloody marks suddenly appeared on the neck of a 'Black Flame'.

Pfft

Blood spurted into the sky; he had been beheaded on the spot!
"Ho~~~"

"Humanity--"

The other two black flames did not sit idly by and wait for their doom. Instead, they suddenly unleashed explosive bursts of scorching white lightning and, with brute force, managed to break free of the ropes binding them.

Since this human has laid out a large number of ropes around himself, let's attack him from a distance!
The two 'black flames' were not mindless monsters; once they made up their minds, they immediately flew away.

At the same time, they all raised their claws:

"Razer!"

As the two 'black snakes' suddenly swung their claws forward, the lightning on their claws was immediately 'flicked' out, transforming into two scorching white, thick 'snakes' that snaked and roared as they pounced towards Yi Yue.

"Hmph, the desolate line!"

Faced with the oncoming lightning snake, Izuki did not dodge, but instead raised her hands upwards.

Swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe~~
Numerous ropes surged from the ground, intertwining to form a wall that blocked the girl's path.

Crackling! !
The two lightning snakes slammed into the 'rope wall', the lightning bursting out and blasting the ground, sending dirt and rocks flying everywhere; but in the end, they failed to break through the rope defense, only futilely blasting it into a scorched black.

brush,

At the same time, a figure streaked across a long arc, rushing towards the two black flames from the other side.

It was Izuki who used the rope to 'throw' herself over.

"My turn."

As they approached at high speed, Yi Yue clapped her hands together.

Then, the hands are separated, and between the ten fingers, there are tiny ropes forming a net.

"Spider web!"

He tossed both hands forward, and the net in his hands grew longer in the wind, enveloping the two 'black flames'.

After all, Izuki is a Tiger-level fighter, and after possessing Higashi Takami, her strength is by no means weak! Especially since she has secretly laid out a large number of ropes on this battlefield, and with a certain 'arrogant daimyo' backing her up, she can even put up a fight against the three-headed 'Black Flame'!
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.

After half an hour,
“Hoo~Hoo~~”

Standing in the center of the three 'Black Flame' corpses,

Higashi Hsiao-mei, with her hands on her knees, was panting heavily, showing no signs of being a 'strong woman'.

"It's finally over."

She used her body in the battle, and after it ended, Izuki shrank back into her body, but the feeling of exhaustion had to be borne by Higashi Takami.

"Three heads of black flame are still a bit too much."

"good,"

? !
The sound from behind made Higashi Takami turn around abruptly!

This isn't Itsuki's voice, nor is it Nobuna's voice; it's someone else's—

"Able to take down the three-headed black flame, he is a worthy opponent."

Looking in the direction of the sound, a high school girl appeared behind them: long, waist-length hair, graceful and elegant, with cool and aloof eyes—a classic 'Yamato Nadeshiko'. But her appearance was...
"Poison Island?!"

As an insider at the Metropolitan Police Department, how could Higashi Takami not recognize this face?
"Oh, you know me?"

Unexpectedly, this Akatsuki member knew him, but it didn't matter to Busujima.
"That's even better, let's have a good, enjoyable battle—"

"surrender!"

"I surrender!"

???

This 'mysterious person', dressed in a black robe with red clouds and a wind chime hat, actually raised his hands and slid down the rails on the spot.

And why does this voice sound like a girl's?
'Hey, hey, hey, you—'

'This is a transcendent being with the 'Eye of God,' we can't beat them!'

Given Higashi Hidemi's personality, she would surrender to a superhuman she couldn't defeat without any psychological pressure.

Such decisiveness left even the most bewildered and stunned.

It was like punching cotton.
(End of this chapter)