I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 449 General Mobilization before the War

"Ok?"

Tokyo, in the principal's office of the Jujutsu High School.

Several people had already turned this place into a 'club activity room'. For example, Qiong Mei was eating snacks while observing the mirror in her hand and taking notes, but suddenly exclaimed in surprise.

"what happened?"

Xiao Ying looked up and asked,
"The subjects I was observing had encountered the 'catastrophe of the dead'."

?

These words made Nao and Ichiyo both turn to look at them.

Are you kidding me? They're focusing on a world similar to the Warring States period; although monsters are everywhere, there's a plague of undead. Shouldn't this be the plot of World of Warcraft? This is a crossover.

"I'm sharing this information with you,"

As Qiong Mei raised her finger, she gently touched her temple.

The next second, the other three people recalled everything that Qiong Mei had just seen.

Mountain Secrets: Passed Down Through Perception
Being able to share the information in one's mind with others.

With You, the 'leveling maniac,' around, Qiong and the others weren't idle either, practicing various secret techniques every day: others wanted to learn them but had nowhere to learn them!

While these auxiliary abilities may not immediately boost combat power, they can achieve a variety of amazing effects.

Besides, since the Nine-Tails 'Tamamo-no-Mae' went to the underworld, there's no need for them to fight anymore.

"Hey?"

"It's actually true!"

"But unlike a plague, it's more like some kind of spell?"

Through the mirror, several beautiful girls began to try to analyze the so-called 'undead calamity' in this demiplane, and then looked at a handsome guy who was busy 'working'.

"Yu, what do you think?"

I'll sit here and watch!
"It should be some kind of 'resurrection' spell, but it doesn't look complete. The resurrected undead only have low intelligence."

Of course, that's enough for soldiers. For example, the Takeda clan facing these undead legions in the Warring States period.

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"put!"

Bang bang bang bang bang,

With a crackling sound like popping beans, a row of matchlock guns fired high-speed projectiles.

After the shots were fired, the arquebusiers, wearing pointed hats and leg wraps, retreated and began reloading gunpowder and bullets in preparation for the next shot.

Meanwhile, another group of 'arquebusiers' who had already loaded their guns stepped forward, aimed at the enemy, and pulled the trigger.

Puff puff puff

Under the deadly impact of the projectile,
The little demons and monsters that were approaching step by step immediately pounced on the pile.

boom! !

A burly warrior,

He directly held a 'smoothbore cannon' and aimed it forward, using his strong physique as a buffer and support.

The shell whistled out, shattering the thigh of a five-meter-tall 'mountain demon'; its towering body crashed to the ground, crushing a dozen or so small monsters that couldn't dodge in time—no, didn't even try to dodge at all.

However, there was no joy in the Takeda army, because:
The next second, the little demons and monsters that had fallen to the ground stood up again, as if the lead bullets deeply embedded in their bodies had never existed.

However, unless it is a certain monster that can transform between physical form and 'spirit form', it will also suffer physical damage: even an evil spirit that is completely immune to physical damage will be impacted by the soldiers' 'blood courage'.

The current situation is abnormal.

"Roar!!"

Even the 'mountain spirit' whose leg had been blasted off struggled to stand up again.

His thighs, as they writhed, miraculously returned to their original state!
This is even more abnormal. Mountain spirits are known for their strength and regenerative abilities. Although the regenerative abilities of demons are stronger than those of humans, such visible regenerative abilities require great demons to have special bloodlines or consume a large amount of 'demon energy' to achieve.

Even if they are both 'White Zetsu' bodies,
However, whether or not a severed limb can regenerate still depends on a strict set of 'rules' set by someone.

"Damn it, these monsters are definitely strange!"

The high-ranking warrior leading the army gritted his teeth.
I originally thought that with such a 'gunnery squad' at my command, sweeping away the enemy would be a piece of cake.

Who knew that such an indestructible army of monsters would appear?

"General, please forgive my incompetence!"

An armored warrior retreated from the horde of monsters ahead, having been ordered to charge into their midst to test whether melee combat could repel them.

As a result, the slashes imbued with 'spiritual power' could only temporarily suppress the healing of these 'monsters' wounds.

You should know that a samurai's attack imbued with spiritual power can even slay evil spirits!

"It's not your fault,"

Seeing that the monsters opposite were still advancing at their own unhurried pace, the high-ranking samurai commanding the army had no choice but to give the order:
"retreat!"

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.

Takeda family,
Border cities;

Inside the castle tower of Ejiri Castle.

"An army of monsters that can't be killed?!"

At the Takeda family meeting, a student named Morikawa Tomoyuki, who had been summoned, looked surprised.

Judging from the description, it's even more terrifying than a zombie army. Where did they send me? Is it still the Warring States period?
"Is there such a thing?"

The other high-ranking warriors kneeling on either side also looked surprised.
Manipulating corpses and restoring them to their original state are not rare forms of sorcery.

Many evil sorcerers are skilled in this art, but the supernatural world is also governed by reason—the ability of infinite regeneration sounds invincible at first glance, but it is almost all just talk; behind the regeneration lies the consumption of spiritual power, demonic power, magical power, or other things.

Therefore, if a samurai encounters such a regenerating monster, he should keep hacking and slashing until the monster has no more power to regenerate!

That's how it's always been done.

But this time:
"Thousands upon thousands, possessing continuous recovery properties?"

The head of the Takeda family, Takeda Nobumasa, who was kneeling on the main seat, frowned.

It shouldn't be,

"Summon soldiers,"

It's always right to deal with enemies when they come; no matter what, he can't just hand over his city to someone else.

"Issue a bounty and summon nearby sorcerers, exorcists, and priestesses!"

at the same time,

In the city outside the castle tower

"By order of the patriarch, all residents shall retreat toward Kai!"

"The head of the household has decreed that all residents shall..."

The samurai on the pony shouted and pointed his sword at the pedestrians on the road.

"This place is about to become a battlefield! Anyone who doesn't want to die, get out of here!" "Wait, you lot—"

Upon closer inspection, the samurai realized that these "guys" in front of him, in terms of their attire, demeanor, and equipment, did not appear to be ordinary people.

There was a silver-haired monster wearing a large red fur coat, a large-headed wolf demon clad in armor, a female demon whose true form was indistinguishable in 'strange attire', and a woman dressed in leather armor as an exorcist, and:
"Young master, are these your servants?"

The samurai riding the ponies bowed to Miroku of the Flower Garden.

Only this young man in fine clothes looked human; and the 'noble air' that emanated from within was something that ordinary people couldn't fake.

".Sort of."

"you--"

Kagome quickly pulled the angry Inuyasha behind her and tried to calm him down.

"Judging from your demeanor, you are all highly skilled individuals."

The samurai earnestly said to Miroku:

"This place is about to be attacked by monsters. If you gentlemen are willing, please lend my Takeda family a hand and go to the castle tower to discuss this."

“My Takeda family will never treat you unfairly.”

Having said that, the samurai tugged at his horse's head and resumed his work:
Evacuate civilians.

Urged on by the samurai, ordinary people with their families gathered together, forming a river that flowed out of the city from the other side.

"It seems the Takeda family's reputation is well-deserved."

Even an ordinary samurai can evacuate civilians in an orderly manner while recruiting them;
This small example demonstrates a great power; it truly deserves its reputation as one of the world's major forces.

"Kagome, shall we go take a look?"

Miroku turned to ask Kagome, whose opinion was, most of the time, Inuyasha's opinion.

"Miss Coral, what do you think?"

As for what the wolves did?
Seeing his憨憨 (simple and honest) look as he chewed on a blade of grass, I skipped over my opinion.

Wild Wolf: I don't care.

"Go and check on the situation,"

Kagome spoke first, after all, she was a middle school student from the 'main world'; she could never ignore a scene of monsters attacking a city.

"Me too."

As a demon slayer, slaying demons is Coral's job.

"Okay, let's go."

Since they had reached a consensus, Miroku of Kakaiin made a gesture.

He has released a large number of 'most powerful wins', giving a complete picture of the situation in the city.

They naturally knew the way to the castle tower.

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In front of the castle tower,

"Thank you all for standing with the Takeda family during this time of crisis."

Riding atop a warhorse imbued with the blood of a demonic beast, and positioned in front of the assembled samurai, the daimyo of the Takeda clan looked upon the crowd before him.

There were monks and laypeople, men and women, some with samurai swords at their waists, others carrying bows and arrows. Just from their attire, one could tell they were all experts. In this chaotic era, their unique attire attracted attention, but also hatred: to the monsters, such strange clothes might taste delicious, so they might take a bite and try it.
What else could someone be but a master if they could survive in outlandish attire?
"I won't say anything more. In the battle that follows, please don't hold back."

"Set off--"

After saying this, the daimyo waved his hand and led the warriors toward the city wall.

"Hey, the head of the family hasn't mentioned the payment yet."

A rather young-looking monk couldn't help but mutter to himself.
"Hehe, are you a wandering monk from somewhere else?"

Another ronin with a katana at his waist and a full beard laughed.

"The Takeda family never mistreats anyone; that's their motto."

"Inuyasha, let's go."

Kagome's squad followed the departing daimyo and his samurai; in fact, they were the ones who first knew about the 'Demon Undead' army.

However, at that time, they did not take it seriously: after all, this was a matter between 'humans,' and perhaps it was the work of evil sorcerers hired by other daimyo.

But the scene before us is not something an ordinary evil sorcerer could pull off.

"Even the head of the Takeda family has been mobilized."

“Several people,”

Just as everyone was heading towards the city wall, a young 'warrior' on horseback approached.

"Let me introduce myself, I'm from 'Jingbei High School'."

"Tomoyuki Morikawa."

?

Others might not understand, but Kagome, dressed in a middle school sailor uniform, certainly will.

"Ah, I'm Kagome Higurashi from Mizusaki Junior High School, nice to meet you, senpai."

Kagome bowed to the person on horseback.
"Specialized in Spellcasting, Maitreya of the Flower Garden."

? !
"So you're an Onmyoji from the Keikain family. My apologies."

Morikawa Tomoyuki immediately dismounted and walked with the others, which caught Sango's eye.

The surname of Master Maitreya
They seem to be very prestigious in their 'world'?
Since they are companions, given Kagome's personality, she would definitely be honest with them; therefore, Sango knows that Kagome and Miroku are from another world. As for the wolf...
What are people from another world? Are they edible?
No, that's fine then.
If he hadn't been captured by Kagome, he wouldn't have even wanted to take revenge on Naraku; he just wanted to find a place to eat and sleep.

This is why most monsters are hundreds of years old, yet their strength is inferior to that of humans who are only a few decades old.

Unlike humans who race against time, monsters are beings that 'sleep for more than ten years'.

That's how it is,"

He briefly explained to Kagome and mainly to Miroku his identity within the Takeda family and the situation he was about to face.

Kagome, being oblivious, wouldn't think Miroku was anything special, but the other students wouldn't dare to be disrespectful to the 'Kasakain' family: a family with three dragon demons, even in the main world they would be able to sweep through most countries, who would dare to disrespect them?
Even if it's just a family member.

"According to information relayed back by the troops engaged in battle with them,"

"These monsters are dead, and their corpses are controlled by unknown evil magic. They are not afraid of bullets, arrows, or cannon fire. Even slashes imbued with 'spiritual power' can only slow down their recovery."

Moreover, there is absolutely no indication that there are any limits, which completely overturns our understanding of this world.

"That's it,"

Kakaiin Miroku thought for a moment.

Is it possible that we are about to face the most powerful weapon in the world's legend?

Congyunya!
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.

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