I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 472 Unlucky People
Tokyo,

New Bunkyo District.

Please scan the QR code to pay!

Looking at the 'paid' status on his phone, and then at the beverage vending machine in front of him that seemed to be acting strangely, a high school boy with a urchin-like hairstyle and wearing a suit clutched his head in despair and cried out.

"Oh no, how could this happen?"

"This is Academy City, you bastard! This machine looks brand new, doesn't it? It's brand new!"

The high school boy with the urchin-shaped haircut grabbed the vending machine in front of him, his face filled with disbelief: which is more likely, the machine malfunctioning right after a phone payment or the chance of a coin landing on its side?
"Another unfortunate day,"

This high school boy with the sea urchin hairstyle was already used to his 'unlucky' nature. Ever since he inexplicably 'lost his memory' some time ago, he has been extremely unlucky!

He got poop on his head, stepped on a banana peel, lost his wallet, dropped his phone—all sorts of accidents. If it weren't for the fact that you could eat at the school cafeteria just by scanning your face, he might have become the first student to starve to death in this 'New Bunkyo Ward'.

Like now, I just wanted to treat myself to a bottle of "happy water", but I ended up encountering a machine that "swallowed my money".

Amaterasu, is this scientifically possible?

Even in an extraordinary era, we should still be reasonable!
The high school boy with the sea urchin hairstyle couldn't help but suspect that he had been 'cursed'. However, after the expert invited by the teacher examined him for a long time, he was given the evaluation that "his body is very healthy, except that his brain is a little not very sharp", which earned him several eye rolls from the teacher.

"Hey~~"

"Are you encountering any difficulties?"

A classically dressed young girl, who looked to be around sixteen or seventeen years old, walked over. She was wearing a kimono and had her long hair flowing down her back. She looked like a daughter of a noble family.

"Oh, it's alright, student."

The high school boy with the urchin-shaped haircut scratched his head and subconsciously pointed to the vending machine.

"I already scanned the code to pay, but the machine malfunctioned."

Because of a sense of crisis, cash transactions are still prevalent in island nations; however, QR code payments also exist, but many people instinctively reject them.

"Is that so?"

The seemingly quiet girl in a kimono stepped forward and looked at the vending machine:
Click!

He casually punched through the tempered glass of the vending machine and took the drink the high school boy was pointing at.

"Give."

???

"Drip~woo~~Drip~woo~~Drip~woo~!"

"Alarm! Alarm! Vending machine number 567 is under attack! Vending machine number 567 is under attack!"

Before the stunned high school boy could react, the other person had already shoved the drink into his hand, and then—

Buzzing

A drone flew over.

"Automatic patrol drone number 10086 has arrived at the scene,"

"Scanning, analysis, and confirmation revealed that Xiangqiu University student, student ID 9527, vandalized a vending machine."

? ? ? ?
"Wait, it's not me!"

A high school student with a sea urchin-shaped haircut hurriedly protested his innocence, but he was still holding a can of "happy water" in his raised hand.

"The evidence is conclusive. Please cease any further acts of vandalism or attempt to flee. Proceed to the nearest police station to submit your compensation claim. You can also make a payment via QR code on this device."

What artificial idiocy!
The high school boy was speechless at these 'weak AI' things.

Fortunately:

"Wait, I'm the one who destroyed this machine."

The girl who had just smashed the vending machine raised her hands.

"Scan, analyze, confirm, transfer to human operator"

"Oh, I'm so sorry, so sorry! So you're a guest of the Hanakain family. May I ask what happened just now?"

A few minutes later, the drone flew away.

It's just a mere vending machine; with the wealth of the Hanakain family, it's not even worth a speck of dust.

All you have to do is transfer some numbers, and a professional will come to fix it right away. All I can say is: having money is truly amazing!
"I'm sorry, I'm not very familiar with this world yet."

?

Faced with the earnest apology from the female classmate who called herself 'Coral', the high school boy with the sea urchin haircut waved his hand, completely bewildered.

"Haha, it's nothing, it's nothing."

Should this sentence be interpreted as meaning unfamiliarity with the world of 'common people'?

Perhaps this is the young lady of the Hanakain family.

As an 'ordinary' high school student, the boy with the urchin-shaped haircut was unaware of the existence of the demiplane: in fact, apart from the students at the Jujutsu High School, no other schools in the entire Bunkyo Ward knew anything about the demiplane.

As for those newly emerging people with 'strange clothes' and 'strange behavior'?
The New Bunkyo Ward is full of weirdos; anything can happen!
Those people from the 'Warring States Period' have already been instructed by Kawai Mai not to reveal their identities casually. Of course, the 'ninjas' following behind them are the key to ensuring that information is not easily leaked.

As for the idea of ​​absolutely not leaking it, the island nation's government has never even considered it.

With so many people involved in the demiplane, including the military and the Metropolitan Police Department, it's simply unrealistic to expect everyone to keep quiet.

Besides, even if they knew, what difference would it make? Could anyone possibly steal the 'spatial coordinates' from Abe no Seimei or Yuuki?
If any country or power could develop a way to teleport, that would truly be a miracle.
"My name is Kamijou Touma."

Unable to understand, the high school boy with the sea urchin-shaped haircut subconsciously stretched out his right hand.

"God Purification and Demon Extermination—what a fine name."

Coral, who was shopping alone, also extended her right hand, her expression turning serious.

"No, no, forget it."

Touma Kamijou wanted to argue, but then thought better of it and decided not to waste any more time.

"I'm going to a spellcasting class. Goodbye, Coral."

After the boy with the sea urchin-shaped haircut turned and walked away, Coral looked thoughtfully at her right hand. Just now, the 'spiritual power' within her body had been suppressed instantly!
"The world where Kagome and Miroku live"

There really are many strong individuals here.

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.

"Fortunately, we didn't lose money this time."

A high school boy with a urchin-shaped haircut hurriedly left for his cram school, feeling relieved as he rushed off.

Even though his parents' allowance was more than enough, a series of unfortunate events left him so poor that he had to buy discounted groceries from the supermarket to survive. This caused the boy named 'Touma Kamijou' to tear up every time he woke up in the middle of the night.

Speaking of which:
"Does the god cleanse and vanquish the demon?"

This word sounds the same as 'Kamijou Touma', and at first glance it sounds domineering, but in reality it's just:
Those who lack ability.

"This is the place for the sorcery tutoring class."

The so-called "incapable person" is just an ordinary person; it's just a "professional" term used in this area.

Arriving at a classroom in a certain college building, the boy with the urchin-shaped haircut opened the door.

"You're late, Kamijou-kun."

The female teacher, who was teaching, glanced disapprovingly at the students at the door.

“I know you think the hope of gaining spiritual power is slim, so you are unwilling to make an effort.”

"But in this era, only by becoming extraordinary can one obtain better jobs and protect their families."

"Wait, teacher."

Touma Kamijou raised his hand to interrupt the female teacher's lecture.
"You might not believe it, but I ran into the young lady of the Hanakain family who could punch through a vending machine, which is why I'm late."

"Wow!"

Have you added her as a Line friend?

"Touma-san, your excuses are getting more and more ridiculous~~"

The few students scattered in the classroom started making a fuss. Despite their slouching appearance, those who could afford to study here were all from wealthy and influential families!
Or they might have actually achieved excellent results: for example, Touma Kamijou, who always looks so pathetic, was actually a prefectural high school long-distance running champion. Yes, just an ordinary person.

"Go sit down."

The female teacher in charge of the class was also quite helpless. She had high hopes for this student named Kamijou Touma: as everyone knows, the better one's physical talent and the stronger one's will, the higher the chance of becoming a superhuman!
Now, 'Level 3 Extraordinary Potions' are no longer expensive, but they are not something that ordinary families can afford.

Moreover, things are different now than before. How to safely awaken extraordinary power is the main research topic of various schools. Although the island nation still has more than 70 million people, most of whom are young people, which is a great relief for the government, it cannot be wasted.
Previously, there was no choice; people would just drink the medicine directly from the bottle. Now that the scale has increased, safety is naturally a priority.

"Today we will continue with the 'basic spell' of clones,"

"Don't underestimate its importance just because you think you won't need it later. While it may seem full of flaws to Tiger-level transcendents, it could save your lives in a Wolf-level battle."

Through exchanges with the 'Igotani' family, some low-level 'techniques' also flowed out from there, becoming the subject of study for low-level extraordinary beings, and even ordinary people—that is, many students in the New Bunkyo Ward.

As for that Principal Yu?
The very first thing he said was about 'the nature of spiritual power', which is incredibly advanced.

"Teacher, we don't even have spiritual power. What's the use of practicing the clone technique's spell model so skillfully?"

Some students who were lying on their desks couldn't help but look up. The powerful were destroying the world, and all kinds of magical abilities were clashing. But these ordinary students were still worried about how to cultivate spiritual power: even if they took drugs, their physique and mental state had to meet the standards.

There have always been many people who die from drug overdoses.

Their family circumstances wouldn't allow them to waste money like that.

Both people and medicines are extremely 'precious' resources.

"Learning spell knowledge will also help you strengthen your willpower: or do you want to join the 'Ghost Extermination Team'?"

In the mountains and forests outside the city, evil spirits now roam freely. If any student dares to join the ranks of those exterminating these spirits, their willpower to survive several missions will surely reach the required level. However—

"No, no, school is safer."

"Then listen carefully in class!"

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.

"Sigh, I wonder what to have for dinner?"

After finishing his cram school, Touma Kamijou, whose stomach was already rumbling, rubbed his hair as he walked along the street toward the student dormitory.

The school cafeteria naturally provides meals, but it's just the three meals a day for normal people. Since these students are all striving to become 'superhumans,' extra meals are a regular occurrence. Wealthy families even eat rare resources like 'artificial Devil Fruits' to supplement their diet, which makes one's mouth water just thinking about it.

"Ok?"

The chaotic figures in the alley next door made Touma Kamijou stop in his tracks.

"Hey, you guys."

?

Several students turned around.

"Is this school uniform from Mukaigaoka High School?"

"Get lost! We don't have time for trash from a third-rate school like you!"

Among these students spouting 'classic quotes,' there was a figure crouching with his head in his hands, trembling with fear.

Bullying is prohibited.

"what?"

The students laughed upon hearing Touma Kamijou's words.

"Hey, hey, hey, you need to provide evidence before you speak."

“We didn’t touch him, we’re just standing here. What? Is there a rule that says we can’t stand here?”

That's right, the students were just standing in a circle: a classic bullying tactic—they wouldn't touch you, just a group of them staring at you menacingly; if you dared to fight back, even better, a legitimate excuse for 'self-defense'. As for their reasons for bullying:

"A whole semester has passed, and I still haven't mastered 'spiritual power'!"

"Useless trash, you don't deserve to stay at Jinghua High School!"

It's easy to tell from these students' school uniforms that their school is more 'high-end': the exquisite materials, the fine tailoring, and the understated yet luxurious patterns all exude the scent of money.

"If that student's grades are not good enough to stay in school, the school will naturally expel them."

Touma Kamijou strode fearlessly into the alley.
"So many people dare to surround one person. In my opinion, you are the weak ones."

? !
"Asshole, what did you say?"

"A mere college in Xiangqiu."

Several students from Jinghua High School were furious. The reason they forced this "good-for-nothing" to drop out of school was to maintain the "status" of their Jinghua High School!
Now that someone has dared to provoke them, then—

"It's just credits, right? I can afford to lose them!"

The student in the lead strode towards Touma Kamijou, raising his fist the size of a bowl: Don't let his tall and thin stature fool you, ever since he acquired 'spiritual power', his strength has surpassed that of a heavyweight boxer!
Fighting in Shin-Bunkyo Ward will result in the deduction of academic credits.

"Grit your teeth and don't die!"

Saying,

He threw a punch straight at Touma Kamijou.

The punch made a whooshing sound as it hit the air, indicating that the opponent was no ordinary person.

In an instant, Touma Kamijou's pupils contracted slightly, and the world seemed to slow down in his eyes;
It could just be his imagination, but he could clearly 'see' the trajectory of the opponent's punch.

It can be blocked!
At the same time as the opponent throws a punch,
Touma Kamijou, who had already retreated, raised his right hand and grabbed.

"Ah,"

As the fist missed its mark, the wrist tightened, and the student from Jinghua High School sneered.

You're quite skilled, but you'll soon—?!

His body suddenly stiffened, and before the tall, thin student could react, his chin jerked back, the shock reaching his brain and causing his vision to go black.

In one round, this student, who was at the level of a 'weak dog', was taken down.

"You're also an extraordinary being?!"

"No, they are just people without abilities."

Faced with Touma Kamijou's earnest answer, the remaining students were slightly taken aback:
"beat him!"

"What a joke!"

Although it is called a 'school district', the current Bunkyo Ward aims to train students to become 'superhumans', so fighting is also an important part: fighting in private, as long as no one is injured, will only result in a deduction of academic credits.

It may be cruel, but that's the truth: you can't expect to reason with evil spirits and monsters, can you?
Even students of magic professions like Onmyoji are also quite skilled in boxing.

A few minutes later:

"Damn it, are you really powerless?"

"Just you wait, this isn't over!"

Several Jinghua High School students, who had been beaten to a pulp, grumbled and helped each other as they fled in a sorry state.

"Are you OK?"

Touma Kamijou pulled the bespectacled male classmate up from the ground and glanced at him.

Standing at 1.6 meters tall, wearing round-framed glasses, and habitually bending over with his head down, he exudes an aura of 'I'm easy to bully'.

In addition, given that Jinghua High School is a place that values ​​'grades', being bullied is simply a given.

"It's a bit difficult to say this, but you'd better muster up some courage."

"To become a superhuman, a strong physique and unwavering will are essential, or—should I change schools?"

This doesn't refer to schools in Bunkyo Ward, but rather to attending 'normal' schools in other areas.

Not everyone can become a superhuman, and the world needs other professions as well.

"Thank you, I'd like to try again."

After thanking him, the other person lowered their head and quickly left, causing Touma to scratch his head.

"Ah, the extraordinary era."

(End of this chapter)