I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 485 Both Sides Enter the Scene
"I won such a big sum of money, awesome!"

"Idiot, keep your voice down."

In the audience seats of the Kengan Association's 'New Bunkyo Ward' branch, a group of spectators were all smiles. Why has gambling persisted throughout human history and never disappeared? It's because for many people, nothing is more enjoyable than winning money.

"Don't attract the attention of that big shot who lost money."

"how could be?"

Some people couldn't help but refute,
"What does this amount of money mean to big shots?"

"Besides, this is Kengan-kai territory. We should at least give that local chairman some face, right?"

"Xiao Qiong, should I teach them a lesson?"

However, these winning spectators had no idea that the president of the Kengan Association, and the 'big shot who lost money,' were right above them, behind that one-way glass wall.

Moreover, it was the president of the Kengan Association who took the initiative to propose 'dealing with' them.

"unnecessary,"

Qiong Mei simply shook her head slightly at this.

A mere 50 billion is just a number to her, a number she used to test the boy's abilities.

As expected, when the difference in strength becomes too great, even having a bloodline limit like 'Mei' is still not enough to turn the tide of the battle.

Yu had already revealed Kamijou Touma's abilities to Sora; but even if he had the heaven-defying ability to suppress someone's spiritual power and absorb a technique with a single touch, it was useless if he was defeated before he could even use it.

Not enough to be afraid of.

"Let's go, there's nothing more to see."

Sora turned and left, but the boy below had surprised Hongo Himeko several times.

What an interesting guy!
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"Is this the power of the strong?"

As he walked out of the Kengan Association arena, Touma Kamijou scratched his urchin-shaped hair.

His right hand was indeed extraordinary, capable of absorbing various spells; but just like in the battle just now, he was knocked to the ground before his right hand could even touch anyone.

Indeed, a strong person should be strong in all aspects. By using their right hand to strike unexpectedly, they can defeat many opponents who rely on 'techniques' in combat. However, when facing a true strong person, they don't even have room to use their right hand.

Although this was Touma Kamijou's purpose in coming to the Kengan Association—to hone his fighting skills—he was eliminated in the very first match.

It still made him feel frustrated.

"Strong?"

"Ha, I wouldn't call myself that."

A voice sounded behind him, making Touma Kamijou turn around.

"Bull Warrior?"

"Well, you can just use this name."

The man wearing the bull mask paused, then casually changed the subject.

"Young man, do you want to come here to learn combat skills?"

"Correct."

Touma Kamijou did not hide his purpose, nor did he feel the need to.

The students who come here are only interested in making money and becoming stronger.

"I was eliminated in the very first round. I guess I'm still too weak."

Seeing the boy scratching his head, the man behind the bull mask couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

"You've already done very well."

That's the truth. It seems like he was instantly killed, but that doesn't mean the boy was too weak. It's because when 'Bull Warrior' gets serious: if he hadn't been implicated, with his talent, he should be aiming for the Tiger level right now.

"If you want to learn combat skills, I'll teach you."

"what?"

But I have no money.

Kamijou Touma was taken aback at first, and then subconsciously refused.

He had heard that this person was actually a physical education teacher at Dongbang High School; it was normal for him to work part-time as a boxer or private coach, and his fees certainly wouldn't be low.

Poor Touma Kamijou, however, has to survive on discounted supermarket food:

Some people come to the Kengan Association with the intention of winning money to improve their lives.

"for free."

Under Touma Kamijou's questioning gaze, the 'Bull Warrior' wearing a bull mask casually picked up a stone.

"Look closely—"

He gently tossed the stone, and then:

Bang! !

The stone instantly shattered into powder!

???

"Well? Did you see what kind of attack it was?"

Upon hearing the 'physical education teacher's' question, Touma Kamijou hesitated for a moment before answering.

"Was it a kick with the toes?"

Just as expected,

The man behind the bull mask had a glint in his eye.

This boy possessed extraordinary visual reflexes, and was able to see through his signature move, 'Poison Sting'.

Keep in mind that he is now a superhuman at the level of a powerful wolf, and this 'poison sting' technique has long surpassed the speed of sound—in other words, this boy with the sea urchin-shaped hair can 'see' the trajectory of a bullet.

This is something that even a typical wolf-level wolf can't do.

He's a genius!

In addition to the other person's personality,

That's why the 'Bull Warrior' chased after them.

"You're very talented. I can't speak for other things, but when it comes to the fundamentals of combat—"

As he spoke, the man struck a pose and performed a set of punches: his legs were fast, his hands were graceful, and each stance was steady, accurate, and neat. He wasn't targeting Touma Kamijou, but just watching him made the urchin-haired boy feel a chill run down his spine, as if a fist would land on him in the next second.

He instinctively wanted to back away, but bit his tongue to keep from losing his composure.

The 'Bull Warrior' had finished his punches and was clasping his hands in a gesture of finishing. Despite being a muscular giant, he gave Touma Kamijou the feeling of a nimble, hungry wolf!

"How about it? Am I qualified to teach you?" "Amazing, incredibly amazing!"

Kamijou Touma was completely convinced.

Even if his right hand touches his opponent, his fighting skills are still more than enough to easily defeat him.

"Teacher, I want to learn martial arts, please teach me!"

With his hands pressed tightly against the seams of his pants and his body bent at a ninety-degree angle, Touma Kamijou earnestly pleaded.

"follow me."

"Is this what genius is?"

An hour later, watching Touma Kamijou's departing figure, a man wearing a bull mask muttered to himself in front of the fighting gym next door.

He was the one who should be exclaiming "Too strong!" In just one hour, this young man had mastered the various stances and movements, making "Bull Warrior" almost doubt the meaning of his years of hard training.

Indeed, geniuses exist—

“Awesome.”

Just then, the 'wall' of the fighting arena behind him peeled away like paper, revealing a ninja in black clothes and pants hiding behind it.

"Mr. Black Wolf, please do not have too much contact with irrelevant people."

This is indeed a Hattori clan ninja.
Because of the death of their patriarch, their family strengthened their cooperation with the government: many sensitive targets were protected, or rather, monitored, by these ninjas.

For example, those masters who emerged from the 'Warring States Demiplane', for example—

This martial artist was repeatedly interrogated because of a certain rich girl and only recently regained his freedom.

'Stinger' Black Wolf!
"Don't forget who you are."

I know~~

The man wearing the bull mask waved his hand behind him and answered impatiently.

"My current job is to be a physical education teacher, so isn't teaching students my primary responsibility?"

Having finally encountered a genius, how could Black Wolf, a martial artist himself, possibly watch his talent go to waste?

"I will report today's events truthfully."

The ninja behind him pulled up the paper, and he disappeared as if he had become invisible.

This is not a technique, but a trick that uses 'props' to deceive the eye: similar to the 'rope-breaking technique,' it is a basic skill that ninjas of this era need to master.

"Phew, let's go home."

The martial artist, implicated by a certain young lady, also took a step forward.
As for the newly accepted 'apprentice'?
Of course, we'll use LINE to contact each other!
He was simply eager to learn and his urge to teach martial arts had taken hold; surely the government wouldn't restrict this little bit of 'freedom'?
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"The strongest creature?"

After seeing off Sora, the pink-haired, starry-eyed girl who was the president of the Kengan Association seemed lost in thought.

In this era, it's pointless to dwell on the identity of 'human'—from the moment she stepped into the extraordinary realm, an insurmountable chasm had already formed between her and humans! After all, the raw materials used to create the 'extraordinary potion' came from half-demons created by 'blood hakama'.

Ichihashi Tatsu!
As one of the former "Dragon Field Trio", this guy not only didn't work hard to "level up" after he came out, but instead relied on his handsome face and status as a superhuman to linger among beauties; someone who couldn't stand it anymore captured him and handed him over to Hongo Hina as material to make "superhuman potions".

The source of most of the drugs used in Tokyo's elite circles can be traced back to him, making him a truly 'great contributor'.

Naturally, these potions all acquired a touch of 'monster' characteristics.

This is also Hongo Hina's pink hair.
And the origin of the pentagram pupil!

"Indeed, I was too fixated on this before, and even had a slight resistance to it."

A casual remark by Xiaoqiong today suddenly enlightened Hongo Hime.

Since she can't become the 'strongest human,' she'll aim to become the 'strongest creature'—don't let her cute high school appearance fool you; she's already secretly fought against various powerful members of the Kengan Association. Only after absorbing their techniques did she break through her limits and reach the Demon level.

"The title of 'Strongest Creature' belongs to me alone!"

Hina Hongo was able to establish the Kengan Association and reach the Demon level, so she was naturally not a hesitant person. After setting her goal, she immediately began to think about how to work towards it.

If it's supposed to be the 'strongest creature,' how could it possibly show its face if it didn't even reach the dragon level?
However, breaking through to the Demon level is already extremely difficult, let alone breaking through to the Dragon level.
Perhaps we could cooperate with the government?
Don't be fooled by the fact that the government is always portrayed as a tragic "backdrop"; the resources it controls are by no means insignificant.

Of course, the simplest way would be to ask Xiaoqiong's brother for help—however, despite her somewhat eccentric nature, Hongo Hime is top-notch in both IQ and EQ, and naturally saw through Xiaoqiong's feelings for her brother long ago; if she were to go to her brother, it would lead to a 'sisterly falling out and best friends tearing each other apart'.

That kind of thing is so boring.

It's decided. Let's test the waters with the island nation's government first.

To be able to create something like the 'God of Calamity', one must have some skill.

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brush,

Pushing open the door to the 'teachers' dormitory,' the man wearing the bull mask, his muscles twitching, began to shrink, becoming lean and well-proportioned.

He changed out of his wrestling outfit and back into a barefoot man wearing a vest, white martial arts pants, and a buzz cut.

With his control over his muscles, achieving a certain level of 'disguise' is entirely within his capabilities.

Although it seems magical, it is actually no different in essence from ordinary people hunching over or making faces.

"Long time no see, Black Wolf."

? !
In an instant, a chill crept from the soles of my feet into the top of my head.

How could a martial artist be completely unaware that someone had broken into his home?
If the other party had malicious intent, he would already be dead! Fortunately, the voice was familiar—

"You startled me; it really has been a long time."

The former martial artist and current physical education teacher, known as 'Black Wolf,' turned around.

In the living room of his dormitory, sat a young man with his eyes closed, wearing a black robe with red clouds. Next to him was a 'decapitation sword' with a black guqin as its sheath and shaped like a door panel.

"Asura".

That's right, the person who came was Xiao!

They were both once subordinates of "Young Miss" Jiu Kong Yao Ai, and fought side by side. Now, their reunion is truly touching.
"You shouldn't have come."

Black Wolf showed no emotion of 'sighing', but instead frowned.

"I don't know how many listening devices are in this room."

"It doesn't matter,"

However, Xiao simply raised his hand in a calm gesture.
"The government doesn't care about my whereabouts, and doesn't even bother with my words and actions; if I'm not mistaken, those people who were eavesdropping on you should be anxiously reporting back to their superiors right now, right?"

That goes without saying! Leaving aside the fact that Xiao himself is a Demon-level expert, eavesdropping on a Demon-level being is playing with one's life. Just consider what Xiao is about to say:

"Brother Black Wolf, what do you say—"

"Should I go save the young lady?"

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.

P.S.: Happy New Year to all my book lovers!
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