I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 46 Die-hard Anti-American
Autumn at home
"Traffic restrictions have been implemented in Daishimae Town,"

Back home, Qiu Riqiong opened her laptop and began searching for information about 'extraordinary'.

"Oh, another typical fog. It really is a supernatural event."

With one hand's fingers flying across the keyboard and the other hand holding a potato chip in her mouth, she looked every bit the computer geek if she weren't petite and delicate in her youthful form.

"Why are you so happy about the frequent occurrence of extraordinary events?"

She brought over a glass of juice, placed it in front of her younger sister, and then sat down.

"Of course, it's because that way the police won't have time to bother us."

She rolled her eyes at her older brother and pressed the Enter key.

"I've sent the information you requested to your phone."

"Thanks,"

Qiu Riyou picked up her phone and browsed through the pages while looking for a target.

Wataru Tanimura and Jun Kishida were merely products of chance encounters. With Yu Akihi's current strength, he is already capable of actively establishing his own 'power'.

Of course, it refers to the forces under the 'alias'.

I've got it, this guy is pretty good.

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.

Ginza,

This is the commercial district of Chuo Ward in Tokyo, known as the "most expensive place in the Eastern Hemisphere," a symbol of the island nation's prosperity, and famous for its high-end shopping malls.

This place is a hub for world-renowned brands, with giant shopping malls lining both sides of the street. Fashionable and unique clothing is everywhere, and the prices are so high that even a glance at them can make an ordinary person's wallet explode!

At the same time, there are top restaurants from Italy, France, Arabia, and other countries, so people can enjoy delicacies from all over the world on this one street.

Along with the Champs-Élysées in Paris and Fifth Avenue in New York, it is considered one of the world's three major bustling centers.

In an Italian restaurant, a group of elderly men, around fifty or sixty years old, were clinking glasses and exchanging toasts.

"My project"

"Don't worry, I'm with Section Chief Kozuka from the Ministry of the Environment."

"Humph,"

A cold snort interrupted the conversation of the others, and an elderly man with gray hair stood up.

"Today is the anniversary of the dean's death. What are you all talking about?"

"Business, business, and more business!"

Faced with the old man's reprimand, the others all fell silent, but their expressions were indifferent.

"The dean has been gone for 10 years. Does he really want to see us still dwelling on 'those things'?"

A middle-aged man in his fifties pointed out the window to the luxurious streets lined with luxury cars and designer clothes, and couldn't help but retort:

"Brother Onoda, it's time for you to face reality."

"you--"

The elderly man with gray hair glared at the other person, his hands clenched as if he was about to step forward and teach the other person a lesson with a stick!
However, he eventually grew old, and times had changed.

His gaze swept over everyone present. They were all dressed in haute couture and looked bloated and bloated. Where was the passion they had shown back then when they fought to break free from American control?

"You brat, you're not worth discussing things with!"

After uttering a refined curse, the old man turned and pushed open the door to leave.

Who does he think he is?

"Hmph, for the sake of the old courtyard, I'll call him 'Big Brother'."

"Let's drink! Let's drink!"

Behind him came the dissatisfied complaints of his former 'old brothers', and the gray-haired old man realized that he and they were now like strangers.

"Sir, what is the next part of the itinerary?"

A young man in a black suit approached.

"go home!"

As he sat in his bulletproof car, the elderly man with gray hair grew angrier and angrier.

The government has acquired the extraordinary abilities, but these "old buddies" haven't even received a whisper of it. They seem to be able to dictate the affairs of Ginza, but in reality, they're nothing but a bunch of useless trash!

Don't blame them either.

Although they have 'some' assets
But it's understandable that they don't know this because they're too far removed from the top echelons of the island nation and their roots are all in Brazil.

In fact, even the elderly with gray hair only knew a little bit of the inside story because of the 'old director's' influence.

As for participating in it?

Don't be ridiculous. Mitsubishi, Mitsui, Sumitomo, and Fuji are all scrambling to get in on the action. How could they let a nobody like him get in their way?
哎、

The old dean's connections were all in the military.

The Self-Defense Forces are now utterly useless, only able to follow the American beasts and cheer them on. What can he do about it?

If the island nation can seize this opportunity, it's not impossible.
Lost in thought, the black sedan left Chuo Ward, passed through Minato Ward and Meguro Ward, and arrived at Setagaya Ward.

This place used to be a gathering place for old-fashioned nobles, but now it is gradually declining: wealthy young people prefer to go to the port area and the central area.

If something goes wrong, they'll come running back here in a panic, begging the elders for help.

Sigh, I'm getting old.

A thousand words were reduced to a sigh.

The elderly man with gray hair got off the car and walked alone towards his home. It was a classic wooden house, the materials of which were brought from Wakayama Prefecture, and every brick and tile was restored exactly as it was.

Even the dry landscape garden, cherry blossoms, and willow trees in the courtyard are exactly the same.

As you open the wooden door, a black and white landscape painting greets you, and a military knife hangs on the wall next to it, exuding the atmosphere of nuclear weapons recruitment from the last century!

click,

Pull the cord, and the room lights up with an orange-yellow light. All the furniture in the living room is from fifty or sixty years ago.

Apart from--

A mysterious figure dressed in a simple, wide hunting robe, wearing a tall, imposing black crown, with a white cloth bearing the number 'three' hanging down, obscuring his face.
"who are you?"

The elderly man with graying hair sharpened his gaze and slightly parted his feet.

"Who I am is not important; what matters is who you are."

The mysterious man sat casually in the living room, seemingly having waited for a long time, yet also appearing as if he had just arrived.

brush,

Seeing that the 'mysterious man' didn't answer his question, the white-haired old man pushed off with his feet and lunged forward, his target:
A military knife on the wall!

As he abruptly pulled down his military knife, he turned and charged forward, his entire body almost at a 45-degree angle to the ground, assuming a classic draw stance with the knife at his waist.
Clang——

The sound of a sharp blade being drawn was accompanied by an old man's angry shout!

"cut!!"

brush,

In a flash, the old man, whose sword had missed its mark, looked up, his pupils trembling.

"Dean?!"

Before him stood a middle-aged man wearing a tattered old military uniform, with the rank of lieutenant on his shoulders and holding a military knife.

The next second, the other party's military knife suddenly swung down!
The elderly man with gray hair instinctively raised his knife to block.

This old man is a staunch anti-American figure in the island nation and wields considerable influence within the Self-Defense Forces.

However, none of that matters, as long as it can be used by Akihi Yuu—

Clang,

The military knife in his hand was stuck into the floor. The gray-haired old man, drenched in sweat, knelt on the ground, raised his head, and looked at Qiu Riyou, or rather, the clone he controlled, in horror.

"Your Excellency is an extraordinary being?"

"extraordinary?"

The mysterious man, his face covered by a white cloth, leaned back in his chair and sneered.

"Gods, monsters, extraordinary beings."

"Call me whatever you humans want."

really!

In the illusion, the old man with gray hair, who had fought the old dean forty times and been killed thirty-nine times, put down his military knife and knelt down properly.

"I wonder what brings you here, Your Excellency? What are your instructions?"

"Being able to escape the 'Naraku-viewing technique' is quite an achievement."

With a wave of his hand, a stone the size of a fingernail floated to the front of the white-haired old man.

"Eat it and you will gain extraordinary power."

Upon hearing this, the old man stepped forward and took a bite.
Guru,

Without hesitation, he swallowed the stone.

"Aren't you going to ask me about the price?"

Faced with the mysterious man's teasing question, the elderly man with gray hair, kneeling on the ground, shook his head slightly.

"I am fearless, no matter the cost."

Without him making any move, the military knife stuck in the floor automatically flew up, turned sideways, and floated in front of the mysterious man.

"Sir, please give your instructions."

Offering a sword signifies submission.

He possessed extraordinary power to dispel the flames of the beautiful beast, which then burned once more within his aged body!

But before that, we still need to complete the task assigned by the person in front of us.

He's lived half his life, and he's seen all sorts of things happen—like a pie falling from the sky or a Molotov cocktail falling from the sky. That's how his whole family was wiped out.

"good,"

Akihi Yu was quite satisfied with such a sensible chess piece.

"You have one day to familiarize yourself with what you call 'extraordinary power,' and then—"

A gust of wind blew by, and the mysterious figure sitting in front of the man disappeared.

"I will send someone to find you."

Autumn at home
After putting down her phone, Qiu Riyou stroked her chin.

This Mr. Onoda has made numerous anti-American statements and makes no attempt to conceal his hatred for America; he is exactly the kind of vanguard he needs.

Since I've been transported to an island nation, wouldn't it be too boring if I didn't control the island nation and fight against America?
Besides, once war breaks out, won't your skill level increase rapidly?

As for the unfortunate ones who died.
Alas, casualties are always inevitable.

(End of this chapter)