I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 380 The Big Picture and the Common People
"Hey, you're all here?"

When Nao pushed open the door, she found Yura, Sora, Akira, and even Nagisa Ichiyo, who manages the agricultural products every day, sitting in the principal's office.

"This commander-in-chief does have some ability."

On the flat surface of the principal's desk, the blond president was waving his arms and shouting, looking no more than eighty years old.

Behind him stood a group of 'veterans,' all fully armed, dressed in strange costumes, and with serious expressions; if you didn't know better, you'd think Halloween hadn't ended yet.

Surrounded by these traditional extraordinary professionals such as 'knights,' 'wizards,' 'werewolfs,' and 'vampires,' the Grand Commander's words became much more forceful: to be able to keep so many seasoned veterans who have completed their missions by his side, one can only say that he is truly something special.

"It has nothing to do with us,"

While scrolling through her phone, Qiong Mei casually picked up on the topic.

"We still have trouble with Orochi, Kurama, and Seimei on our side; let's wait until the outcome is completely decided over there."

Whether island nations still exist is a question!
"It is said that the richest man in America is actively promoting unmanned combat vehicles and robots."

"They're even using 'storage scrolls' to prepare for migrating to the moon?"

Yuro recalled a recent rumor,

"Ha, he dares."

Yu just chuckled at this.

In the past, the moon would naturally have been just a 'satellite'.

However, with the spread of supernatural powers, almost every country has legends about the 'Moon Goddess'. Landing rashly at this time would be truly hopeless if we discovered something extraordinary.

"Even the richest man wants to escape?"

Nagisa Ichiyo frowned slightly; this world was getting more and more chaotic.

Unfortunately, those 'gods' are high above, and apart from one or two, the others are too lazy to even grant power to their believers.

There's no way around it. According to the myths and legends of the island nation, the real gods all live in Takamagahara and don't need human faith at all. Even among the three noble children, apart from Amaterasu, the source of the royal family, the other two are either completely unknown or have a negative image!

The most popular deities among worshippers are actually Inari, Fukujin (God of Fortune), Xuewen (God of Learning), and Enmusubi (God of Fate).
"Don't worry about them,"

Yu didn't want to care about America, nor was he bothered to care: the little octopus's forces were clearly much stronger in terms of population, military strength, and influence, yet he spent all his energy on strange and bizarre things, which gave Yu, the mastermind behind it all, a real headache.

Let them be. As long as you use your abilities, you'll gain proficiency. As for what you use them for, don't worry about that.

"Just watch it for fun, anyway, there's nothing fancy about it."

Rich people are all afraid of death. Don't be fooled by the exciting fighting over there; in reality, the superhumans don't contribute much.

America is not the main battlefield; the real upgrades to various bloodline abilities will depend on the major battle in the southern seas.

"Xiao Ying,"

Speaking of the southern seas, Qiong Mei called out.

"Let's go take a look over there."

?

Xiao Ying was slightly taken aback, but ever since she could use her clones to travel around, her 'main body' on the Divine Tree had been in an AFK state for a long time.

Her identity, coupled with her ability to provide spiritual power to You, destined her to be unable to go anywhere.

"Okay, hopefully we won't run into any trouble this time."

Let's use our clones to go out and play!
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.

Tu'ao,

Darwin

As a port city by the sea, the most prosperous area here is naturally the dock area.

Not far from the dock area lies Charles Darwin National Park. Where once a scientist used various plants and animals for experiments, it is now replaced by densely packed tents: refugees who have flooded into the city live here, struggling to survive by doing day labor and receiving relief food.

Looking around, the entire park was filled with green and brown tents, forming an ugly flag. Large numbers of islanders, non-Protestants, and Italians came and went, their faces either pale or fierce, giving it a real 'Social Darwin' feel.

So when two men, one tall and one short, both with scars, stepped into the area, everyone lowered their heads, made way, and hurriedly left.

The eyes of these two men clearly showed the look of murderers!
"No secret agents?"

"Hmm, no. That's strange."

The two walked and talked in hushed tones.

They had already circled around quietly several times beforehand, but hadn't found any soldiers or agents tailing them; even those maintaining order were a specialty of the island nation: members of yakuza organizations.

Don't romanticize the Yakuza too much. The Yakuza in island nations originated from the chaos of defeat and defeat. They traded through the black market and the American military, selling antiques, curiosities, women, and monopolizing food, among other things.
So now these yakuza members are standing up to maintain order, but it's still just for their own benefit.

In any case, there was nothing unusual about the target area of ​​the two men, one tall and one short.

"Let's go, let's go there."

Having made up their minds, the two headed towards a tent.

Along the way, there were elderly people leaning against tents and children curiously observing the two of them. If it weren't for the clothes they were wearing, you would think they had wandered into a refugee camp just by looking at them. No, this was a refugee camp after all.

"is it here?"

The two stopped in front of a tent.
The tall man turned to look at his companion, and seeing that the other's expression was a mixture of anticipation and fear, he took the initiative to step forward and shake the bell on the tent.

"Who?"

A woman's voice rang out.

Immediately afterwards, someone lifted the tent flap and crawled out.

"Who are you?"

Upon emerging, the middle-aged woman was startled to see two ruthless men with bare arms covered in knife scars. Her attitude immediately became respectful, and seeing that they did not respond, she carefully changed her words.

"hello?"

The tall man didn't answer, but looked at his companion.

"no."

The short man muttered something to himself, then strode forward and grabbed the woman's arm.

Where are the people who live here?

"Ah~~~"

The woman cried out in pain, which drew the attention of many people peeking out from behind the surrounding tents.

Upon seeing the two men with scars all over their arms, they quickly turned away, as if they hadn't seen anything or that nothing had happened.

".Feel sorry,"

He instinctively grabbed her, forgetting that the other person was just an ordinary person.

The short man released the other person, thought for a moment, and then took out a £10 note from his pocket.

Australia certainly had its own currency, but as the war intensified and ties between Commonwealth members grew closer, the pound sterling began to become the common currency: in this chaotic era, England seemed to want to regain its former glory.

"Excuse me, where did the person who lived here go?" "She was a woman, about this tall, with shoulder-length short hair, and a..."

"Oh, you're looking for Mrs. Kawasaki."

The woman, rubbing her arm, suddenly realized what was happening, but instead of saying anything, her gaze fell on the pounds in the short man's hand.

"Take it,"

He handed the banknotes to the other man, who then clenched his fist with all five fingers.

Click click click

A series of cracking finger joints conveyed a clear threat.

"Think carefully before you speak."

"Yes, yes, yes,"

Fear flashed across the middle-aged woman's face, but she needed the money for her child's sake.

"Mrs. Kawasaki has already left."

"leave?"

As the short man frowned, the middle-aged woman stepped back, clutched the pounds tightly, and forced herself to speak.

"He's... dead."

？ ！！

What did you say?

brush!
His five fingers suddenly clenched out and stopped in front of the stunned middle-aged woman.

"calm,"

The grab was stopped by the tall man next to her. If he hadn't grabbed his companion's wrist, the middle-aged woman would most likely not have survived if he hadn't used his superhuman strength to grab her in his excitement.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh whoosh~~"

The short man trembled all over and swayed slightly, but was supported by the tall man so that he did not fall.

"How did Mrs. Kawasaki die?!"

Hearing the anger and murderous intent in the man's words, the middle-aged woman took another step back, pressing herself against the tent behind her, but did not retreat any further.

If you step back, you'll find her child inside.

"It was suicide."

?

"I heard she has a son,"

"I secretly went to volunteer in order to raise money for my sick mother's medical expenses."

"Although Mrs. Kawasaki has recovered from her illness, she goes to the military camp every day, hoping to find her son."

As she spoke, the middle-aged woman secretly glanced at the two people in front of her.

If it weren't for the age discrepancy, she would have suspected that one of them was Mrs. Kawasaki's son.

"Later, a batch of corpses were transported out of the military camp. Mrs. Kawasaki may have seen her son among them; not long after she returned, she hanged herself."

? !
"Impossible, I—"

"calm down."

The tall man raised his hand to interrupt the short man's hurried words and looked at the middle-aged woman.

"and after?"

"Later, the body was sent to the incinerator, and this place was assigned to my family."

After finishing her sentence, the middle-aged woman couldn't help but ask:
"Who are you two?"

"We are Mrs. Kawasaki's family, thank you."

The tall man turned around, patted the short man on the shoulder, whispered "Let's go," and then put his arm around him and left.

Mrs. Kawasaki's relatives?
Brother?
Sigh, if only Kawasaki Tai had held on a little longer.
Even an ordinary person like a middle-aged woman could tell that these two were superhumans!
With a superhuman relative, even in this turbulent era and chaotic sea, one can live quite comfortably, right?
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.

"I'm sorry, Izumi."

"No need to apologize, you didn't do anything wrong."

In the dock area, two men sat on the rocks, one covering his head in sorrow, the other with a serious expression.

Now that your aunt has left, what are your plans for the future?

"Intend?"

"Of course, it's to avenge my mother and my comrades!"

He was not dead, but his mother thought he was dead and committed suicide.

Furthermore, several of their companions in the underground secret base were treated as experimental subjects to be manipulated at will; such things are absolutely unforgivable.

"Okay, let's go together."

The tall man—that is, Ie, who had transformed using the 'disguise technique'—reached out his hand to his companion beside him.

"Although I inexplicably gained immense strength, my brain isn't very sharp."

Although Ie is not stupid, she is definitely not particularly clever either.

Therefore, he admires intelligent people, just like Ogura used to be!

On the contrary, it was Xia Yin, who was sad beside him, who was the one who came up with the ideas, whether it was cutting off the laboratory's power system or immediately fleeing to the forest after coming out.

"I'm not much better off, I was bullied."

Forcing herself to stay alert, Xia Yin, disguised as a short man, also reached out her hand.

"Well, now that you say so."

"I will assist you!"

Standing up, Xia Yin forced herself to shift her attention.

"First, let's use your connections to infiltrate the mayor's house and have a chat with that 'big shot'!"

Dwelling on their mother's death is utterly pointless; they also seek revenge and confront their companions hiding in Howard Springs Nature Park.

We must pull ourselves together!
"Well, let's go."

He acted immediately, and his formidable strength and various amazing abilities gave Yijiang the confidence to face anything.

It's not just about strength, but also about the companions around you.

(End of this chapter)