I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 375 The 'Legacy' of Poison Island

Knock knock knock,

"Ahem, please come in."

Director Zhuya pushed open the door to the principal's office at the Magic High School, pausing slightly in her steps.

"This incident affected two of our family's shipyards; however, we have already begun our transformation, and our main focus on drones and ground effect vehicles has not been significantly impacted."

A girl wearing round-framed glasses was giving a serious report to Yu, who was sitting behind a desk.

"President Nao, Miss,"

Starting work so early?
The director, who is also a workaholic, was quite pleased, and so on!

Director Zhu Ya's face darkened as her gaze swept over the girl's clothes.

Hey, hey, hey, your buttons are all buttoned up wrong! And look at this wrinkle. What are you two doing here so early in the morning?!

"Ahem, Director, is there anything I can help you with?"

Yu coughed and gave Nao a look.

"Then, I'll take my leave first."

As Nao hurriedly left, Director Takeya sat down on the sofa next to her with a complicated expression.

"Yu-kun, you... no, it's nothing."

She swallowed her words halfway through.

Thinking about it carefully, both the principal of the Jujutsu High School in front of us and the departed President Nao are just young people who have just come of age; they may be very powerful, but at their core, they are still in the restless stage of youth. Feelings between men and women are perfectly normal.

Hey,
It's all because of this damned world!
"Yes, I just received the message."

"Bullshima is dead."

?

Youwei, who was behind the desk, was taken aback for a moment and immediately asked.

"Who killed him?"

Poison Island's strength is neither particularly high nor low; ordinary superhumans couldn't kill her, and she wouldn't provoke a powerful demon. Logically, she should be very difficult to kill.
"It is the Great Tengu 'Shutoku-in'."

"This is what happened."

The current KYG is no longer the reckless young man who dared to stream any supernatural disaster.

He recorded the battle scene but did not release it. Instead, he first reported it to the maritime nation and then notified the island nation's government.

After all, there are some things that are not suitable for ordinary people to know: especially since everyone knows that the Yamata no Orochi absorbs negative emotions such as 'sadness', 'despair', and 'evil', many scenes cannot be broadcast casually.

That would only hasten the resurrection of Orochi!
If that great demon returns, we can only pray for the fate of the 'Three Noble Sons'.

"Bukushima, who wanted to reveal something, was killed by Ōtengu."

"Shura's whereabouts are unknown; she was probably taken away by Jiu Kong Yao Ai."

Speaking of which,

Even Director Zhu Ya couldn't help but feel sorry.

Both of them are experts who have reached the threshold of the Ghost level. If given some more time, they will have no problem becoming Ghost level.

But he was easily killed by the 'Great Tengu', truly a testament to the unpredictability of life, leaving one with a deep sense of regret.

"That's it,"

"That's something only a Great Tengu would do."

"You think so too, Yu-kun? Sigh, these are grudges from a thousand years ago, why make things difficult for us descendants?"

Ōtengu Sōtoku-in was the 75th emperor of the island nation and a famous poet who wrote many elegant waka poems. However, he had a strange father who controlled him his entire life. Despite being young and strong, he could only be a powerless "retired emperor".

Ultimately, Chongde rose up in desperation, failed, and was exiled to Zanqi; there he also encountered an eccentric younger brother, who drove him to his death in resentment, making a solemn oath.

From then on, the island nation suffered frequent disasters, which eventually led to the rise of the samurai class, with Taira and Minamoto taking turns to come to power. Several hundred years later, Oda Nobunaga unified the country by force, but in the end, the old tortoise Tokugawa had the last laugh, starting the Tokugawa Shogunate, which lasted for hundreds of years and continued into modern times.

But no matter what, those are grudges from a thousand years ago.

Now they're running out to stir up trouble.
"If he didn't harbor resentment, how could he have remained solitary for a thousand years?"

"Never mind that, the director came to see me, could it be to ask me to..."

Seeing Yu's disgusted expression, Director Zhuya gave a wry smile.

"Feel sorry,"

"Please keep an eye on the issue of the Great Tengu, Yu-kun."

There's no way around it. Since Ōtengu is ranked alongside demon kings like Ōtakemaru, Tamamo-no-Mae, and Shuten-dōji, no one in Japan would believe he doesn't have dragon-level strength. In fact, not long ago, Ōtengu appeared on Panglao Island and killed Tokushima; he alarmed Ōtakemaru, and they exchanged blows from a distance before Ōtengu was forced to retreat.

Such a powerful and extraordinary being,
Only Yu, who has the power of the Divine Tree, can contend with it.

"Tsk, I have to intimidate Abe no Seimei, and now I have to investigate the Great Tengu. Can't you guys get stronger faster so you can help me share some of the pressure?"

Now it was Director Zhu Ya's turn to roll her eyes without any regard for her image.

If becoming stronger were that easy, who wouldn't want that?!

"Anyway, thank you for your help, Yu-kun."

Director Zhuya came to report this dragon-level extraordinary existence to Youjun, and then:

Do what you should do!
Anyway, if the other party really comes to Tokyo to cause trouble,
Only Yu-kun could withstand it; there was no need for anyone else to even prepare.

"By the way, it is said that the 'Eye of God' left behind on Poison Island was taken away by the Great Tengu. Please keep an eye out for it, Yu-kun."

After saying that, Director Takeya stood up to take his leave: "Besides the 'Eye of God,' Poison Island left behind some other things that are destined to be used by the Metropolitan Police Department."

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Tokyo,

Nogi Zaibatsu's private hospital
"Mr. Ten-Headed Serpent Demon, it's your phone."

A beautiful secretary, holding a large, encrypted mobile phone in both hands, handed it to the man on the luxurious hospital bed.

“It is I, Ohma.”

The man, covered in bandages, took the phone, his calm tone tinged with anger.

His disciple was knocked away and disappeared before his very eyes; yet he, as the master, couldn't even stand up for his disciple: no, it should be said that if it weren't for the young master of the Sea Kingdom's intervention from afar, he wouldn't just be covered in bandages, but would be reduced to ashes.

Just like that little girl named Poison Island.
"Master, it's me."

?

"Shura, are you alright?"

The Ten-Headed Serpent King sat up in his hospital bed.
How could his apprentice, in such a terrible state, and after being attacked by the Great Tengu, be able to call back so quickly with his breathing steady?

“I met an old friend and received her help.”

An old friend?

In the mind of the Ten-Headed Demon King,

A certain arrogant little girl flashed through my mind subconsciously.

"I'll be working with her for now. If anything happens to you, please contact me using this number."

"it is good,"

"Don't neglect your spiritual practice."

".yes!"

After hanging up the phone, Xiao raised his other hand and pulled out the 'decapitation sword' stuck in the corpse beneath him.

"Isn't even the blood of 'sea kings' enough?"

Indeed, the place where filial piety resides is in the waters of the Irregular:

Beneath my feet lies the carcass of a 'sea king' that is hundreds of meters long and looks like a horse.

This wild sea monster was killed by Xiao and floated quietly on the sea surface, serving as raw material for the regeneration of the 'Decapitation Sword'.

Compared to before when it was only half-finished, the decapitation sword in his hand had grown longer, and now looked somewhat like a longsword, rather than the previous shape of a battle axe.

"It can even heal itself by absorbing blood; what an interesting knife!"

Beside her, a mysterious figure—well, not mysterious at all, Jiu Kong Yao Ai—wearing a black robe with red clouds and a wind chime hat, examined the decapitation sword with great interest.

"It's just that we need a bit too much blood,"

"Otherwise, wouldn't actively destroying it provide a continuous supply of extraordinary metals?"

Xiao, with his eyes closed, had no answer to his boss's thoughts.

Is this what you'd call capitalists?
"for you,"

A long robe and a bamboo hat were tossed over by Jiu Kong Yao Ai.
"Use this disguise: although your sword is far more conspicuous than you yourself." "Young Miss, your abilities..."

It's actually quite conspicuous! What's the point of such a disguise?
Despite his inner turmoil, Xiao still put on the black trench coat with red clouds, donned the straw hat, and slung the Executioner's Blade over his shoulder.

"What should we do next?"

"Come with me to hunt 'Blackflame': remember to catch them alive."

?

Although he didn't know the boss's intentions, it didn't matter to Xiao.
If it's just black flames, consider it a rehabilitation exercise.

Anyway, he can just be a henchman.
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Mount Fuji,
"Director, what are we doing here?"

Kawai Mai looked up at the snow-covered mountaintop and said, "I still think: Mount Fuji is only suitable for viewing from afar, not for getting up close."

Except for July, August, and September, Mount Fuji is covered in snow most of the time, and from a distance, it looks like a beautiful 'inverted jade fan'; but walking on such a mountain means experiencing the biting cold wind and nothing but snow.

A guy from a certain island nation secretly went hiking during a snowfall and successfully won the Darwin Award.

The Darwin Prize is awarded to individuals who, through foolish means, have made a profound contribution to human evolution (Darwin's theory).

Simply put, he killed himself—that guy slipped and rolled more than 700 meters down the mountain.

They were certainly dead beyond any doubt, since they didn't have any supernatural powers back then.

And now——

Three figures sped up the snow-covered hillside, without even needing to follow the path cleared by the iron chains.

"Of course, we're going to repair the extraordinary sword. What else could we be doing?"

At the very front was Director Zhuya, carrying a 'bursting knife,' who replied with a disgruntled tone.

Both Yi Hua and Sheng Zi were once alert and composed people, but now only the confused Mai remains.
It can only be said that the casualty rate of the frontline supernatural countermeasures department is still too high: when a supernatural disaster occurs, the supernatural special police need to be the first to arrive at the scene to investigate; most supernatural disasters are dealt with by them first, and only when there are major casualties do they request cooperation and assistance from other forces.

As a result, the staff of the Extraordinary Countermeasures Department have been replaced time and time again.

In fact, other forces also experience periods of generational change or even complete annihilation;
However, it doesn't receive as much attention as the Extraordinary Countermeasures Department. Of course, the enemies that those forces face are not as numerous or powerful as those in the Extraordinary Countermeasures Department.

"Oh~~"

Following behind Director Takeya, Mai Kawai actually wanted to ask:
Why did you make me come along too?
Seriously, do officials always have to have entourages when they travel?

It seems that's true.
swipe, swipe, swipe

Three figures leaped over the shrine located below the mountaintop and headed directly towards the crater of the sword-shaped volcano.

Unlike other places where wind and snow are blowing, the molten lava flowing from the crater provides intense heat; an elderly man in a robe is making slate grill with volcanic rock.
"you again?"

The extraordinary swordsmith 'Daodaozhai,' who was squatting in the crater and eating meat roasted in lava, turned his head and gave Director Zhuya a disapproving look.

"Young man, you should be content. You've already received a famous sword from me, what are you doing here?"

"Master Daodaozhai, we are not here to ask for a sword."

Director Zhu Ya explained with an apologetic smile.

"I'm here to get my knife repaired."

As he spoke, he stepped aside, revealing Kawa and Mai behind him.

"Huh? Me—"

He gave his subordinate a 'get out of the way' look, and behind Kawa and Mai, who quickly left, was a 'tsuchigumo' the size of a small car.

And the box he was carrying on his back.

"Oh?"

Before Tsuchigumo could make any move, the old swordsmith 'Taodaosai' put down the roasted meat in his hand and beckoned with his hand.

click,

The box was opened;

Wow~~
A bunch of small metal fragments flew out, the last being a sword hilt without a handguard.

These fragments, like a flowing 'stream,' flowed towards Totosai, as if returning to his mother's embrace.

"This is... the Kusanagi Sword?"

"And it was forged by my own hands a thousand years ago,"

"It's so nostalgic. I remember its former owner was a spirited young man."

Surrounded by these metal fragments, the old swordsmith raised his hand and stroked the hilt of the sword, as if caressing his own child. — This was originally a weapon he had forged, and indeed it was his 'child'.

"Yes, sir."

Director Zhu Ya stepped forward and answered respectfully.

"This extraordinary sword was recently smuggled out of Suzuka Mountain in the Sea Kingdom."

"Unfortunately, it shattered along with its master during the battle."

After the island was reduced to ashes, the island nation's government, which rushed there, truly "scraped the ground three feet deep," collecting all the ashes in the hope of obtaining the island's cellular tissue; at the same time, they also collected the "Kusanagi Sword," which had been blown to pieces.

These things would be useless to other factions.

But on the summit of Mount Fuji, which is heavily 'protected' by the Metropolitan Police Department, lies the forger of the 'Kusanagi Sword'.

"I see~~"

"By the way, Mr. Daodaozhai, we also found half of the 'Executioner's Blade' blade. You see?"

"Don't worry about it,"

Daodaozhai waved his hand.
"The decapitation sword can absorb blood to repair itself. You can use the remaining half of the blade to forge something."

Such a good thing?!
In an instant, Director Zhu Ya's mind flashed to an assembly line where blood was replenished while cutting blades were being cut using a ten-million-ton-level stamping press.
"So, you want me to repair this sword?"

Daodaozhai's voice brought Director Zhuya back to her senses.

"Yes, sir."

"impossible,"

However, Totosai, who always acted like an old craftsman, refused outright.

"I never forge the same weapon twice, but—"

Totosai's gaze fell on Kawai Mai.

"Bring this little girl here,"

"Are you suggesting that she use this weapon?"

Director Takeya already has the Explosive Blade, while 'Tsuchigumo' isn't even human, so what does he have to use a blade for?

Tsuchigumo: Am I even human?!
It seems that's not the case.
"Yes,"

While Chuan and Mai were bewildered, Director Zhuya nodded again.

"In that case, let's do it this way—"

The old man named 'Daodaozhai' raised his hand and slashed at Kawai Mayi in mid-air.

puff,

"Hey?"

Her wrist was suddenly slashed open, and before the surprised Mai Kawai could react, blood spurted out in a thin stream.

"Come,"

Raising her hand to stop Tsuchigumo from rushing forward instinctively, Director Takeya gave Kawai Mai a 'don't move' look, and the policewoman cooperated well. Looking at Kawai Mai's dazed appearance, she was just simply lost in thought.

The blood that flew from her wrist, under Totosai's control, flew directly toward the hilt of the Kusanagi sword.

At the same time, countless metal fragments flew toward the hilt of the sword.

Ding ding ding,

These shattered metal fragments flew back to their 'former' locations and quickly formed a 'straight-bladed sword' covered in countless cracks.

And Kawai Mai's blood blended perfectly into it.

"It's done,"

He casually tossed the cracked knife, which looked like it would shatter at any moment, to the policewoman.

As the other person frantically caught it, Daodaozhai turned around.

"Now that it has been recast, let's not mention the old name anymore."

“Let’s call him Thousand Blades.”

(End of this chapter)