I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 495 The Chaotic Demiplane
"Gods, what's going on?"

Leaping and bounding between buildings, the boy in sportswear arrived at the battlefield.

Tenman Daijizaitenjin, this is the divine name of the god of learning, Sugawara no Michizane: to put it bluntly, this name is meant to make Him more 'broad-minded'.

However, judging from his disheveled appearance, he seems to still harbor resentment about the past.

"Yato?"

The enraged old scholar turned around, saw the boy in sportswear running towards him, and immediately called out a invitation.

"Come help! Drive these two invaders out of our world!"

"what?"

What is our world?

The other person's words left the boy in sportswear who had just arrived looking puzzled.

but--

"Snow equipment, come here!"

As he called out, a blond boy running towards him on the streets behind the city suddenly transformed into a streak of light.

brush,

In the hands of the boy in the tracksuit, it became two unsheathed katanas, one long and one short.

This is a unique 'artifact transformation' characteristic of this demiplane, so the identity of this boy in sportswear is quite obvious:
God!

Moreover, she is a calamity god whose primary duty is killing.

"Well, although I don't know the situation, since it's a request from the 'gods,' there must be a reason for it."

Don't let this boy in sportswear fool you; he's actually a 'god' who's lived for hundreds of years and is an old acquaintance of 'Sugawara no Michizane,' who is in charge of learning.

and so:
"Hey, you calamity god!"

Clang————

A figure flashed,
The two swords in his hands, one long and one short, slashed at 'Thousand Blades'.

The boy in the tracksuit launched his attack while still having time to ask questions.

"You must have done more than just violate the taboos of the 'gods', right?"

Splash,

?

The moment they clashed, the opponent's weapon shattered into countless fragments: these fragments, guided by 'divine power,' ignored the long and short swords and slashed toward the boy in the tracksuit's throat.

next moment,
The boy in the tracksuit leaned back suddenly, simultaneously circling the short knife in his hand.

Ding ding ding ding,

Amidst the dense sounds of impact, the dagger vanished into a blur of afterimages!
As he deflected all the shards that had been cut, the boy in the tracksuit raised an eyebrow and spoke.

"Isn't your knife a 'divine weapon'?"

The 'gods' of this world use 'divine artifacts' made from human souls: through rituals of bestowing pseudonyms, the gods can transform human souls into 'divine artifacts' with different abilities.

Normally they serve as attendants following behind their master, and in battle they serve as weapons, armor, magical artifacts, and so on.
Kawai Mai's "Thousand Blades" is an extraordinary sword forged by Totosai.

It is fundamentally different from the 'divine artifacts' of this world.

"I've vaguely heard about it too—"

With a flash, the calamity god 'Yato' wielding both long and short swords attacked Kawai Mai once again.

His swordsmanship is clean and efficient, with each move aimed directly at the vital points; it is a true killing sword!

“An ‘outsider’ has appeared in this world.”

Even without deliberate training, a swordsmanship honed over hundreds of years remains sharp.
Pfft

During the fierce battle, a streak of blood spurted from his shoulder, and Kawa and Mai frowned.

"Uranium Light Wave Fist -"

A deep blue light shone on the female police officer, then suddenly exploded.

"Tactical nuclear explosion!"

As the two sides began their battle, the people in the city had already 'orderly' and quickly left.

However, judging from their bewildered eyes, they were clearly being controlled.

In a world where numerous gods exist, ordinary people would never dare to rebel.

They wouldn't even realize what happened.

"Sigh, is the peaceful era finally coming to an end?"

On a building on the outskirts of the city, a burly man with dark skin stood proudly on the roof. His appearance was resolute, and his short beard on his chin further accentuated his tough-guy image.

However, it wasn't him who spoke, but the pink-haired girl sitting on his shoulders.

The girl was dressed in a white women's shirt, a pink tie, and a pink plaid skirt. She looked like a cute modern girl, but in fact, she was the 'god of misfortune' in this world.

Ebisu Kofuku

Because he disliked his priesthood, he adopted the name of the "God of Fortune" Ebisu as his stage name.

He brings bad luck wherever he goes; he is a god despised by other gods, yet indispensable to them.

Without suffering, where would faith come from?
"No matter what happens, I will protect you, Xiao Fu."

The strong, muscular man beneath the goddess spoke, his name being 'Big Black,' the artifact of this 'God of Misfortune.'

"I don't need your protection. I'm content as long as you're happy. But—"

Although he is just a 'god of misfortune', 'Ebisu Kofuku' is a very special god because his bad luck can infinitely amplify the probability of 'accidents' happening, to the point of breaking through space!
"Big Black, should I make a move?"

If He were to intervene, He could banish those two 'outsiders' directly.

"Whatever Xiao Fu does, I will fully support him."

Hearing the sturdy man's reply, the pink-haired 'God of Misfortune' girl sighed again.

"never mind."

"We've lived together for hundreds of years anyway, so even if it's coming to an end..."

There's nothing to regret. But even a god would feel resentful if truly faced with the crisis of 'disappearance,' wouldn't they?

Looking up into the distance, the fierce battle there had turned large swathes of cities into ruins, showing that even these gods, who usually valued secrecy, were in a hurry.

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.

the other side,
"My lord, the gods under the command of 'Heaven' are currently engaged in battle with two outsiders."

In a huge shrine, a mature professional woman dressed in a women's military uniform, a pencil skirt, black stockings, and high heels enters the shrine and bows to report the situation.

Should we get involved?

This woman, who exudes an aura of 'mature woman', is not human, but a divine artifact called 'Zhiba'.

Her master is the 'deity' of this shrine.

"Has this day finally come?"

Inside the shrine, a group of men, women, and children stood, including elderly people in kimonos from the Warring States period, young girls in yukatas from the Edo period, and little boys and girls in modern suits. The clothing of these people alone spanned hundreds of years.

Surrounded by these 'magical artifacts' was a blonde woman wearing a leather jacket and a military cap.

Bishamon!
One of the Seven Lucky Gods of this world.

Despite possessing the authority of a god of fortune, He is more inclined to be a 'god of war': His numerous divine artifacts are a symbol of his military power.

Ordinary 'gods' can barely bear the burden of one or two divine artifacts.

It's not just about pressure; once the 'artifact' harbors evil intentions, it can also injure the gods out of thin air. Each additional undead being transformed into an artifact means bearing even more risks.

The power of the gods is not omnipotent.

At least the 'gods' of this demiplane couldn't do that.

"Yan Mi, what do you think?"

The blond-haired, military-uniformed 'Bishamon' turned to look to the side.
His divine weapons are almost all named with "Tomoe," and the kana format is "X-Tomoe." For example, there's the mature woman, Tomoe, who just gave her report, as well as the armor-transforming Blue Tomoe, the small knife Akabane, the large sword Yumeto, and so on.
The one He called 'Yanmi' was an old man with white hair, dressed in a butler's uniform, who looked like the kind of person who was extremely loyal.

"Yes, this day has finally come."

The old butler nodded in response; he was the guiding light of the god 'Ebisu'.

Having experienced the 'Divine Reign Chaos' a thousand years ago, they are among the few beings in this world, besides the gods, who know of certain hidden existences.

For this reason, he was ordered to be attacked by "Heaven" and was able to escape by hiding in Bishamon's shrine.

"Lord Bishamon, are you really sure about this?"

Even if you win by going against 'Heaven,' you might still face the consequences—

"I've made up my mind."

The blonde woman in military uniform waved her hand.

"I am Bishamon, one of the Seven Lucky Gods, and also a Valkyrie!"

"Fear and hesitation, clinging to life, are not in my nature; since the 'destined day' is approaching, I will face it head-on!"

After speaking, the blonde woman in military uniform looked around.

Sorry everyone.

"Sir, what are you saying?"

The experienced kimono-clad woman revealed a calm smile.

"We exist because of you, and we will follow you to the death, whether in the underworld or in the afterlife!"

"Big sister, you are the strongest—"

A girl clenched her fist with her "magic weapon".
"No matter what difficulties we face, we will definitely overcome them!"

"That's right, my lord."

A man wearing glasses and a military uniform

The young man, who exuded a refined and cultured air, spoke.

"Ever since you told me the secret from a thousand years ago, haven't we been preparing for this day?"

I just didn't expect it to come so 'fast'.

"Yes, it's been over a thousand years."

After a moment of reflection, the blonde woman in military uniform abruptly turned around.

"Bishamonten lineage, set off!"

As He said, running away is the act of a coward. As a 'Warrior Goddess', He cannot and will not bury his head in the sand like an ostrich and pretend that nothing has happened.

With the arrival of those 'outsiders,' it's time to settle things once and for all!

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"here we go."

In the principal's office of the Magic Academy, Yu put down her pen.

Everything was set up by him, but he did not interfere with the thoughts and ideas of those gods: Yu simply endowed a bunch of 'souls' with power and then let them do as they pleased.

Whether it's conflict, battle, or daily life, it can provide him with a constant stream of experience and skills.

As for what the future holds?
"Actually, I'm quite curious too~~"

"What are you curious about?"

A pair of arms wrapped around from behind, followed by a heavy pressure from behind.

"Nao, aren't you afraid that Sora will suddenly push the door open and walk in?"

Compared to those demiplane schemes, what You now needs to face is:
"Besides, I'm a school principal, don't—"

They're treating their office like a love hotel every day!

"Hehe, this is more exciting~~"

Hearing the answer behind her, Yu couldn't help but roll her eyes.

Nao, you've gone astray too.

(End of this chapter)