I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 417 The Truth of the World (Not Really)

"Are we just going to watch them leave?"

Roman pushed up his brown sunglasses and tilted his head incredulously to ask Kawai Mai: Although this policewoman seems unreliable, she is still the 'second-in-command' of the island government. She's still easier to deal with than that stern-faced Director Takeya.

"It's alright, that's Shuten-dōji."

Mayi waved her hand dismissively.
“If the other side is hostile, Kafka’s general will definitely be useless.”

Despite the angry glare from the army lieutenant colonel, Mayi continued her 'analysis'.

"With just three Demon-level beings, we could at best fight to a draw—but now it seems that Seimei is clearly here: facing two Dragon-level beings, we have absolutely no chance of winning."

Although Mai's words were somewhat harsh, Roman understood what she meant: since an unexpected dragon-level creature had appeared here, if the other party were to ambush them directly, two dragon-level creatures would be enough to severely injure them instantly.

Even if the island nation's 'guardian deity' were to intervene, he could only deal with one at most.

In this situation, it would be better to listen to what that great Onmyoji has to say: perhaps the two sides don't necessarily have to fight to the death?

If that's the case, then that would be best.

If a real fight breaks out, his tiger-level...
In other words, they are large-scale cannon fodder.

Of course, cannon fodder loaded with nuclear bombs in the scroll can take down a large wave of enemies even in death.

"Hiccup~~"

"Relax, come with me!"

"Hiccup, Seimei is actually quite easy to talk to~~"

Drinking as they walked, the four, led by the tipsy 'Shuten-dōji', headed towards Kamigyo Ward in Heian-kyō with mixed feelings.

Is this drunken little devil really the domineering and incomparable demon king?

"Impossible, impossible, impossible!"

Not to mention the speechless Yura, Shio, and Yagyu, even Kafka's mouth kept echoing with the incredulous mutterings of a certain 'Aoki'; if you didn't know better, you would think he was possessed by some kind of senile evil spirit.

"Are you OK?"

Even Kafka, a tough guy, couldn't stand it anymore and couldn't help but offer some words of comfort.

"Perhaps something happened during these thousand years."

Judging from Ibaraki's usual words of praise, the Oni-Ten from a thousand years ago was probably truly masculine and domineering; now that it has suddenly turned into a little girl, it is understandable that Ibaraki, as its 'second-in-command', cannot accept it.

but--

What exactly is the reason?

"Ha, appearance is just a shell~~"

The drunken Shuten-dōji turned around, tilted his head back and gulped down another bowl of sake, letting the splashing liquid slide down his wide, empty robe.

"Now, the Demon King of Mount Ooe only needs rare and exquisite wine... *burp*, a magnificent banquet, and delicious food to enjoy..."

Will suffice.

"My dearest friend! How could you have fallen so low?!"

Ibaraki, who was controlling half of Kafka's body, still wore an expression of disbelief.

"Back then, on Mount Ooe, you were so full of vigor and so domineering—"

"Oh, didn't you dress up as a woman back in the day?"

The little girl in front retorted impatiently.
"The Rashomon Demoness was so alluring that even the Four Heavenly Kings under Minamoto no Yorimitsu were completely captivated by her."

Boom! ! ! !

?

A sudden, violent roar echoed from the distant, misty city, causing Yura and the other three to instinctively place their hands on their weapons.

This commotion indicates that there are demon-level experts fighting!

If it weren't for the opposite direction

They were starting to suspect that they had fallen for Shuten-dōji's "luring the tiger away from the mountain" trick.

"Don't worry about it, that's Genji territory."

The tipsy little girl calmly waved her hand.

"It should be the four Heavenly Kings of Genji, who are facing off against a few members of the Akatsuki."

I see,

Kafka and his companions understood.
In addition to their team operating openly, the Akatsuki organization was also lurking in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to strike: although they were few in number, each of them was a master.

Now they've been stopped by the Four Heavenly Kings of Genji; theoretically, they should be going to help.

"Oh well, hiccup~~"

The little girl-like 'Shuten-dōji' continued to explain:
"The Genji are founded on humanity and despise all kinds of demons and gods. *Hiccup*"

"If we encounter the Akatsuki, a fight is inevitable. Don't worry about them, just follow me."

The phrase "various ghosts and gods" not only reached the ears of the four people present, but was also heard by Director Zhuya and Tianma Xiwang behind them through the instruments on their bodies.

"Thank you for your help, Tianma Aiming."

Upon hearing Director Takeya's words, Tenma's eyes bulged with veins, and the 'Divine Eye' of the Amaterasu bloodline swept across the distance.

"Yes, Jiu Kongyao and the others encountered enemies. Huh?"

That ability... isn't it Teach's?!
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Heiankyo, Sakyo District.

Large areas of buildings were covered in black mud and corroded beyond recognition.

Only one samurai, followed by a demon, flew through the air, wielding a sword and slashing fiercely!

"Cut off the mustache!"

With a swing of the longsword gleaming with purple light, it was as if the gates of purgatory had been opened, and visible ghostly energy surged forth, overwhelming Teach.

"Vajra rosary—"

The Buddhist beads hanging on her chest seemed to be stimulated and responded immediately; golden Buddhist light bloomed, and chanting and celestial flowers rained down, instantly neutralizing most of the purple ghostly energy.

At the same time, Teach's hand, covered in black mud, suddenly reached forward and grabbed.

Snapped,

Bring your five fingers together.

He actually grabbed the purple samurai sword in his hand.

"Let go!"

With his weapon seized, the warrior with thick eyebrows, large eyes, and a mustache roared, straining his sword-wielding arm so hard that cloud-like patterns appeared on his muscles! The immense force forced Teach to release his grip and retreat.

Pfft

The long sword, once released, could only slice through the Buddha's light and the black mud on Teach's body.

The pirate captain was not injured.

"sharp,"

Unexpectedly, even a random 'samurai' he encountered possessed a demon-level strength; Teach exclaimed in admiration while waving his other hand, sending wisps of white steam billowing out.

"A trivial skill,"

The samurai with thick eyebrows and large eyes twirled his long sword.
A howling wind swept out, swirling the surging 'Boiling Escape' aside.

"Be careful, he is Watanabe no Tsuna, one of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Genji!"

On the other side, Jiu Kong Yao Ai loudly reminded,
"In my hand is the famous sword 'Higekiri'!"

That's right, this is Watanabe no Tsuna, one of the "Four Heavenly Kings of Genji," who made a bet with his friend, walked along Suzaku Avenue in the middle of the night, encountered Ibaraki-doji, fought him, and cut off one of his hands; later, at Rashomon, he was tricked by Ibaraki-doji in women's clothing and managed to take back his severed hand.

In fact, he was also a descendant of the Minamoto clan, and his formal name was 'Minamoto no Tsuna'.

"Tsk, these are the Four Heavenly Kings of the Genji?"

On the other side, Oda Nobuna, who was on horseback, wielding a sword, and locked in battle with another general, snorted unhappily.

"He's got some skill,"

Kuko Yuai, Teach, and Oda Nobuna each fought against three Heian period warlords. They were all Demon-level masters, yet they couldn't defeat these three warlords? No, it should be said that they fought to a standstill.

Without a doubt, the opponents are all at the Demon level!
There are still two combat units on both sides that have not been deployed on the battlefield.
On the Akatsuki side, there's naturally Sora, codenamed "Azure Dragon," and Koei, codenamed "Black Tortoise."

Opposite him stood a white-haired samurai dressed in a white hunting robe, with an ancient-style breastplate and shoulder armor; judging from the 'gentian crest' on his breastplate, he was undoubtedly the head of the Minamoto clan: Minamoto no Yorimitsu.

Behind Minamoto no Yorimitsu is a child wearing a red bib, holding a huge battle axe, and sporting a chestnut-shaped hairstyle—Sakata Kintoki, a famous mascot of the island nation!
Also known as: Kintaro.

"Chief of the Minamoto clan, are you also one of Seimei's subordinates?"

Faced with Qiong Mei's hoarse question, the white-haired samurai immediately gave a negative answer.

"No," "My Minamoto clan will not obey anyone."

"Then why"

"A little girl wielding the power of Yamata no Orochi, a resurrected puppet, an evil spirit controlling a human body."

Amid Oda Nobuna's rebuttal, "Hey, this is my retainer," the man named Minamoto no Yorimitsu's gaze fell upon Sora and Koei.

"There are also two guys who exude divine power."

"They are all enemies of humanity,"

kill!

what the hell,

Qiong Mei was speechless.

They originally planned to infiltrate Heian-kyo and rescue that 'Shura' first.

They encountered this group of people from the 'Genji' clan a thousand years ago halfway there, and a fight broke out without any explanation. Since that's the case—

"Xuan, make your move!"

Let's fight first and then talk.

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"Seimei, I've brought the person!"

Arriving at a quaint courtyard, the little girl-shaped Shuten-dōji strode in, startling several 'paper figures' sweeping nearby, who bowed and stepped back.

"Gentlemen, my master has been waiting for a long time."

A female warrior, clad in ancient armor and wearing a tall samurai hat, with a 'nodachi' (a type of katana) about her own height on her back, approached, bowed slightly, and then turned and raised her hand in greeting.

Demon level!

Yuluo and the other three only glanced at the other party, but the undisguised sharpness on his body made them feel a stinging sensation on their skin.

"Sorry, I'm just a knife, I don't know how to restrain myself."

Noticing the gazes of Yura and the others,

The female warrior who called herself 'Sword' was the first to head towards the backyard.

"plz follow me."

Since we're already here, let's go see what that great Onmyoji is up to.

Along the way, the courtyard was filled with flowing streams, green bamboo, and a blooming cherry blossom tree, its petals fluttering down—truly a perfect place for relaxation and rejuvenation. However, none of them were in the mood to appreciate the scenery; they were all on high alert: given the character of the great Onmyoji Abe no Seimei, he was unlikely to be plotting any kind of 'trap'.

But don’t be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the eventuality.

"arrive."

Soon, led by the female warrior, the group arrived at a secluded courtyard.

That extraordinary and powerful Onmyoji in history is standing on a small and exquisite stone bridge.

"Abe Seimei,"

Yuluo narrowed her eyes slightly. As a formidable enemy she had fought before and was instantly killed in one move, it was no exaggeration to be wary of her.

"Seimei, you bastard!"

After a period of despair, the Ibaraki within Kafka finally rallied.

"You're the one who sabotaged Shuten-dōji's body?!"

"Amitabha,"

As someone who was also instantly killed, Master Zhixiong didn't say anything. After uttering the almighty "Amitabha," he fell silent.

"Gentlemen, please come this way."

The great Onmyoji standing on the bridge waved, and the four of them, though unaware of what was going on, still went over.

Looking down:
"fish?"

Under the stone bridge, there is a small pond.

In the pool, there was naturally a group of small fish of various colors swimming around.

"What do you mean?"

Ibaraki, representing the brute force, immediately asked a question, while the elegant Onmyoji simply raised his folding fan, gesturing for him to continue reading.

What's so interesting about fish and shrimp playing, duckweed and mosquitoes floating around?

The next second, the situation changed drastically!

Several strange 'big fish' suddenly appeared in the small pond, which was originally enough for fish and shrimp to live in, and suddenly became crowded.

Several large fish, some radiating light and others blazing with flames, inevitably bumped into each other as they swam in the crowded pool; from glaring at each other to waving their fins to drive each other away, and finally lashing out with their tails!
Splash, splash, splash~~
Several large fish began attacking each other.

Water splashed everywhere, and muddy water surged; the poor little pool was turbulent and turbulent, with water constantly being splashed out.

To the people on the stone bridge, this commotion was no bigger than ants fighting; but to the fish and shrimp in the small pond, it was an upheaval, the end of the world.

Snap, snap~
Soon the small pond was turned into a mud pit by several large fish. These large fish turned around and disappeared, leaving only a muddy pit behind.

"Hey, Seimei, what do you mean by showing us this?!"

"Wait, Ibaraki, I think I understand now."

Kafka's face simultaneously displayed both a bewildered expression and a thoughtful one.

Ibaraki was naturally bewildered, while Kafka seemed lost in thought.
"Mr. Seimei,"

Are you trying to say that this is all there is to us—

Pointing to the fish and shrimp thrashing in the mud, the island nation's army general slowly began to speak.

"Fish and shrimp?"

?

Everyone present was a master, at least at the Ghost level.
Apart from one certain "Akira," everyone else was undoubtedly "both intelligent and brave," and instantly understood Kafka's meaning.

"While not entirely accurate, it's not far off."

With a gentle wave of his folding fan, the most powerful Onmyoji in history doesn't keep you in suspense.

"Please look, everyone—"

In the mud, the water splashed out by the fighting of the big fish was slowly flowing down and accumulating again, forming a small puddle.

"How similar is this puddle to the world?"

"Have you ever considered why this phenomenon of 'spiritual energy' depletion occurs?"

? !
"Could it be a war between the gods?"

Yura couldn't help but voice the answer that had already surfaced in the minds of the others, but no one had said it aloud.

"A wolf-level extraordinary deathmatch only resulted in the destruction of a few buildings."

"A fight between top-tier fighters can affect several city blocks."

"When a Ghost-level expert makes a move, it can easily cover hundreds or even thousands of meters."

"When dragon-level powerhouses clash, destroying cities and annihilating nations is as easy as turning one's hand."

As the Grand Onmyoji spoke, he lightly tapped his folding fan. He paused with the movement, seemingly talking to himself, yet also asking the crowd a question.

"What if it's a god?"

Let alone gods, even the nine-tailed 'Tamamo-no-Mae', who is rated as a 'powerful dragon', can destroy an entire ecosystem!

"The sky collapsed and the earth cracked, the mountains and rivers were shattered, even..."

Planetary destruction?

Yagyu Onoda spoke slowly, revealing a level of power he possessed.
Even he could hardly imagine it.

"That's right,"

"What caused the spiritual energy of this mortal realm—or, in your words, this planet—to decline was none other than the gods!"

"Gentlemen, gods are never righteous; they are merely the 'strongest.' Demons do not represent evil; they are simply defeated by gods."

After speaking, the Great Onmyoji turned to look at the group of people who seemed to be deep in thought.

"In numerous records, the destruction of the world by gods is as common as the stars."

"Thunder and rain, both are divine blessings; splashing around in this little puddle, you won't—"

Do you feel resentful?

(End of this chapter)