I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 383 Visiting the Sea Kingdom
The edge of the battlefield was littered with the broken corpses of demons and chimeras.
The girl, wearing a long black robe with red cloud patterns and one shoulder exposed, planted her long sword in the ground and knelt down decisively.

"This 'jade' ring."

"I accept it, thank you for the reward, Chief!"

Faced with a certain girl kneeling on one knee, raising her hands high, and striking a pose like an armored samurai, even Yu, playing the role of 'Rokudo', was speechless. Wasn't her statement a bit too decisive? However, considering her... no, her personality and background, it wasn't entirely incomprehensible.

"I'll let 'you' know if anything happens. Let's go."

After handing out the rings, Yu didn't linger and gestured for Qiong to control the white dragon and leave.

call,

Watching the white dragon soar into the sky and fly away at high speed, the girl wearing a tattered black robe with red clouds breathed a sigh of relief.

"I thought you would exchange a few blows with him."

A high school girl with long blonde hair, Izuki, floated out of her body and looked at the trio in the distance.

"Tsk, do you think I'm stupid?"

Oda Nobuna, who was in control of her body, snorted unhappily.
"That guy is countless times more terrifying than I was at my peak! In your words, he's undoubtedly a Dragon-level being."

In Oda Nobuna's understanding, the strongest 'swordsman' in the Sengoku period, where Oda Nobunaga lived, was equivalent to the Oni-level of that era; anything beyond her understanding, what else could it be but the Dragon-level?
"That's why I said, don't misuse other people's names~~"

Higashi Hsiao-mei muttered softly.

"Haha~~ What does it have to do with anything?"

"If it weren't for the arrival of those three, we would still be fighting the great demon Blood Hakama."

He stood up and patted his tattered black robe with red clouds on it: as the Yin-attribute 'spiritual power' covered him, it transformed back into a complete garment.

"Now that I've received a ring, I have the protection of a 'master'; although I have to obey orders, it's not a bad deal—"

"You, who are about to sit in the position of 'the people of the world,' don't you feel any resentment?"

Izuki was greatly surprised. In her opinion, even if Oda Nobuna didn't fight him on the spot, she should at least feel ashamed of 'submitting to someone'.
"What are you thinking about?"

With a swift movement, a straw hat adorned with wind chimes fell into his hand.

"No one is born a hegemon; temporary dormancy is perfectly normal."

"If our strength surpasses theirs, then the position of leader should naturally be given to someone else; since we are outmatched, what is there to resist in surrendering on the spot?"

During the Warring States period, who didn't make concessions at some point? Later rulers of the land, like monkeys, often played the fool. Tokugawa Ieyasu was a notorious "old tortoise." Even Nobunaga, by invoking the title of shogun, slowly plotted and gradually gained control of the land.

Unfortunately, the fire at Honnoji Temple completely destroyed its dominance.

"Walk,"

"Let's find another target for Hyomi to practice on."

Encountering the Blood Hakama was just an accident, and so was the sudden appearance of this incredibly powerful 'leader'; there was no need to disrupt the plan because of it.

"Wait, even though I took leave, I can't disappear for too long. I still have to go back to work at the Metropolitan Police Department."

Higashi Takami, who had become accustomed to life in the Metropolitan Police Department, objected to this.

"invalid objection!"

"The right thing to do is to focus on improving your strength: you don't want to see a defeat cutscene of the three of us when we encounter the Nine-Tailed Demon again, do you?"

"Shina, what do you usually look at online?"

Yi Yue couldn't help but complain that the impact of internet pollution on this "ghostly name" was immeasurable.

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 never expected that these people who were impersonating members of our Akatsuki would be so powerful."

On the back of the white dragon, Xiao Ying, wearing a fox mask, sighed with emotion.

Whether it's Kukuya Ai, 'Shura', or that girl who called herself 'Shina' just now, they're all about the same age. No, Kukuya is even younger than Yura, but their strength has reached the threshold of the Demon level.

Compared to them, Xiaoying and Qiong were only at this level, which made her sigh: There are so many heroes in the world.

"There's no need to envy them; their strength was honed through life-and-death experiences."

Let's not even talk about Jiu Kong Yao Ai; she's been beaten up countless times. Xiao has also been on the verge of death several times, and even lost her eyes. Dong Xiao Mei is probably the one with the least combat experience, but who can blame her when she can have a spirit fight for her? She has to go through wind and blood to have this strength.

As for Qiongmei and Xiaoying, let's not even mention them.

"You guys just need to be able to crush weaker opponents; strong enemies are no problem—"

Let's leave it to Youlai.

Although there are no 'powerful enemies' in this world at all.

What are we going to do in the Sea Kingdom next?

Qiong Mei, who was controlling the flying dragon, interjected, saying that going to the Sea Kingdom was Yu's order, and Qiong Mei would definitely not object, but she still had some doubts.

"Go see Otakemaru."

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.

Non-Libyan Central Sea Area
With the presence of the Sea Kingdom, this sea area has become unprecedentedly prosperous.

Every day, a large number of ships travel to and fro in this sea area, which has even formed a prosperous 'floating market': weapons, equipment, food and luxury goods from all over the world gather here, just to exchange for a Devil Fruit, a bottle of Hero's Water, or a Super Pearl.

Aside from the island nation's 'Shinmoku' airship, the place where the most ships gather is the maritime platform belonging to the 'Four-Party Alliance'.

That's right, it's a series of transport ships of the same type connected together, with large movable iron plates strung between them to form a kind of 'chain ship' maritime platform: although the principle is very old, the technology is actually quite advanced; only in this special era and special environment could such a special maritime structure be formed.

"You want an artificial Devil Fruit?"

"Sure, weapons, food, fuel, gold. Bring something in exchange!"

Sitting casually on the 'Quadrilateral Alliance' platform, Romain Cervantes, dressed in a suit, pushed up his brown sunglasses and fixed his imposing gaze on the person in front of him.

"If you want to buy something, you should pay with real money; surely you French people understand this principle?"

"Mr. Roman, we have a large quantity to trade, can you give us a discount?"

"Absolutely impossible!"

With a wave of her hand, she forcefully interrupted the man in military uniform in front of her, who was stammering and haggling. Roman looked displeased.

"You should all know very well that I'm the only one with the goods, and the demand far exceeds the supply!"

After a series of changes and battles, Luffy's Adventure Team, the Cervantes Family, and Anne, the three former "Seven Warlords of the Sea," came together, along with the remaining superhumans under "Old Man Song," and all came to join them, eventually forming the "Four-Party United Merchant Guild."

The Cervantes family's 'artificial Devil Fruit' business has reopened, and they wouldn't have been able to recover so quickly if they didn't have the ability to stimulate plant growth.

but--

"This sea area,"

Roman, a young man in a suit and tie, raised his hand and drew a circle outwards.

"All the supernatural powers, as well as island nations, the Commonwealth, and Russia—they're all my clients." "Get this straight, it's you who need my goods, not me begging you—if you don't buy, plenty of others will!"

"Yes, yes, Mr. Roman."

The poor officer was covered in cold sweat, but he could only continue to stand at attention helplessly.

As a vice admiral, he had absolutely nothing to do with business; yet this matter had to be handled personally by a high-ranking official like him. However, faced with a seller's market that was unique in the world, any business expert would be useless!
When they were just the Seven Warlords of the Sea, things were a little better; now, the remaining Seven Warlords of the Sea have banded together and are no less powerful than major nations.

"Look, this is our weapons transaction list."

"Do you have what I want?"

"No, no"

“Go and talk to my family members.”

Roman waved his hand impatiently and brushed his spiky blond hair away.

Unlike other powers, what the Cervantes family needs most is: nuclear weapons!
It is not a tactical nuclear weapon with a yield of hundreds, thousands, or tens of thousands of tons, but a strategic nuclear weapon with a yield of tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of tons.

The power of a nuclear bomb depends on the yield of its warhead: the 20-kiloton "Little Boy" is certainly no match for the 50-kiloton "Tsar Bomba." Although the damage caused by the explosion cannot be simply measured in terms of 2500 times, the power of strategic nuclear weapons is still enough to make the whole world take notice.

In most post-apocalyptic science fiction movies and novels, the apocalypse is caused by strategic nuclear weapons with insane yields!

However, even the major powers don't have many of these weapons.

The reason for this is simply that its power is excessive!
For human warfare, the power of nuclear weapons with a yield of tens of thousands of tons is already excessive and completely wasteful; tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of tons of yield can only be used to exterminate a region or even a country.

That was no longer a war, but the extermination of a human race.

When the day comes that we have to drop strategic nuclear weapons, we'll all be out of the game and just end up collecting bottle caps in the wasteland.

But for Roman, what he wanted was strategic nuclear weapons!

If tactical nuclear bombs couldn't kill that bastard Teach, then what about strategic nuclear bombs—thousands of tons of yield? I don't believe he can withstand that.

Of course, even Roman himself would have had a hard time escaping such a powerful nuclear explosion: the fireball generated by the Tsar Bomba explosion had a radius of 4600 meters, and the mushroom cloud formed was nearly 40,000 meters wide and about 64,000 meters high, which is more than 7 times the altitude of the world's highest peak. It was a mushroom cloud that could be clearly seen from outer space.

Compared to the Ivan IV, ordinary tactical nuclear weapons are mere underdogs.

That's why no country would sell such a thing to the Cervantes family: it's simply too much.

Moreover, strategic nuclear weapons are humanity's last hope. If they are used and have no effect, countless people will likely be driven to despair and commit suicide on the spot. Governments around the world dare not gamble, nor are they willing to gamble.

"A bunch of cowards!"

Roman could only curse in response.

Then again, only someone with teleportation abilities like him could use nuclear bombs as weapons.

"Ok?"

Roman looked up at the sky and frowned.

Ships come and go in this sea area, with various warships and transport ships shuttling back and forth; but there are no means of transportation such as airplanes, because there is a giant floating island in the sky.

Mount Suzuka!
As the location of the sea kingdom
This island, floating in the air, is both the home of the maritime nation and a symbol of its power.

Every day, countless scientists stop and study beneath the island, only to leave behind a despairing sigh that 'physics does not exist,' and never recover.

What nation or power would dare to stand on equal footing with such a miraculous existence? Let alone the audacious leap over it: do they really think all seafaring nations are so mild-mannered? Go ask the American Seventh Fleet at the bottom of Yokosuka!

"They actually dare to fly directly towards Mount Suzuka?"

Roman frowned slightly as he watched the white dragon in the sky not descend but fly straight toward Mount Suzuka, which was suspended in the air.

brush,

Next second,
His figure vanished on the spot.

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.

"Stop!"

Mount Suzuka
It is a giant island floating in the air.

The island is inhabited by a considerable number of 'Sea Kingdoms', including some Sea Kings and a large number of aquatic creatures. The concentration of 'spiritual energy' on the island is incomparable to other places. Insects the size of a human head and centipedes over ten meters long are merely 'food' for them.

At the edge of the island, Alon led a group of 'Sea Kingdom' warriors in a menacing manner, blocking the white dragon that had landed on the island.

"Akatsuki Organization?"

"Mere humans—"

"How dare they set foot on our maritime nation!"

glance,

Faced with the impassioned crowd,
The blond man in the lead merely glanced at them.
Whether it was the aggressive A Long or the other noisy Sea Kingdom members, they were instantly turned into clay sculptures and wooden statues; they couldn't even move their eyeballs, let alone shout and stop them.

"Lord Liudao, please do not make things difficult for my Sea Kingdom's troops."

Just then, a gust of wind blew by.

An invisible wind swept around and swirled, outlining an old man with a blue robe and white beard and hair amidst the howling wind.

The Master of Demons and Gods: Haiming!
"You've come at this hour, is it for the Nine-Tailed Fox?"

Upon hearing Hai Ming's words, the blond man in the black robe with red clouds did not reply. Instead, someone behind him stepped forward.

"Indeed, Elder Haiming."

"My leader is looking for your young master; he has something to discuss."

"In that case, this way please."

Haiming glanced at the three members of the Akatsuki organization—no, they should be called the leaders—and stepped aside to make way for them.

"Good work."

Another 'mysterious person' wearing a fox mask responded politely.
The four of them passed through the stunned crowd of the Sea Kingdom and headed straight for the center of the island.

As for Ah Long and his buddies—

brush,

A figure flashed,
Roman appeared at the edge of the island.

"Ah Long? What's going on here?"

"It has nothing to do with you!"

Suddenly realizing he could move, Alon glared angrily at the group of still-trembling Sea Kingdom soldiers in front of him:

"This is our Hai Kingdom's territory. What are you doing here?"

What's wrong with this guy?

(End of this chapter)