I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 499 'A Chance Encounter'

Night falls,

For the 'New Bunkyo Ward', there is not much difference between day and night. Bright lights illuminate the entire area: the streets are lined with various food stalls catering to students, and the gyms and martial arts dojos echo with the sounds of punches and thuds.

That concludes today's lesson.

The black wolf, wearing a bull mask, clapped his hands.
"With your combined talent, it's only a matter of time before you surpass me."

At this point, Black Wolf couldn't help but feel a little dazed. He used to teach Jiu Kong Yao Ai and Shura Fighting; now he was teaching Kamijou Touma and Tokugawa Shizuka in front of him. It hadn't been long before he felt like there was nothing left to teach.

Is it that there are too many geniuses in this world, or that I'm just too lucky?
shook his head,

Black Wolf's gaze fell on Kamijou Touma.

"If you had spiritual power, you could be rated as a wolf-level extraordinary being right now."

In Black Wolf's view, Kamijou Touma's talent, which has a bit of a "first-of-its-kind" feel to it, is enough to be evaluated as an "ability" and regarded as a wolf-level superhuman, which is perfectly normal.

Strangely, no matter what method was used to test this student, he showed no spiritual power whatsoever.

—His physique and speed have clearly surpassed those of normal people!

This is not extraordinary at all!
never mind,

Black Wolf had no intention of pursuing further questions about this disciple he had just met.

Everyone has secrets. Who would have thought that this muscular man wearing a bull mask was once a subordinate of the world's most wanted criminal?

"I can only help you lay a solid foundation; the rest of the journey is up to you to walk."

"Yes, Teacher Bull Warrior!"

Faced with Touma Kamijou bowing deeply in gratitude, the black wolf under the bull's head mask smirked.

Forget it, Bull Warrior or Black Wolf, they're just code names.

"Let's go back."

After waving goodbye to the two, Black Wolf prepared to return to his dormitory.

Because of a certain 'former colleague,' the number of ninjas following him increased from one to three. Although this did not affect his life, Black Wolf's keen senses still allowed him to detect their presence.

This cannot be considered as not affecting his life.

"How enviable!"

Walking alone on the street, the muscular man sighed to himself.

I don't know if I envy Shura, or Touma Kamijou, or both?
The heights that these extraordinary talents can reach are something Black Wolf will never be able to touch in his lifetime; however, this feeling is only fleeting.

As a martial artist, the most important thing is to recognize one's own limitations: going home, taking a bath, and then watching TV with a beer is what he should be doing.

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.

See you tomorrow—remember to keep a low profile.

"See you tomorrow,"

After parting ways with Tokugawa Shizuka, Kamijou Touma scratched his head.

"I guess I've gotten a bit stronger now?"

Touma Kamijou doesn't consider himself a 'partner of justice'. In his mind, acting bravely for a just cause is a quality that a 'normal' high school student should possess.

But he also understands that to 'act bravely for justice,' one must possess power surpassing that of thugs; otherwise, one is merely adding to the chaos.

"It's still early, shall we wander around some more?"

My gaze swept across the back street next to it,
"Hey, you think an apology is enough? Huh—"

"Hey kid, how about we find somewhere to grab a drink?"

Not far away, Touma Kamijou witnessed a classic scene: several boys with smirking smiles surrounded a middle school girl in a school uniform, their teasing intent obvious.

This place has more than 200,000 students, so their academic performance must be quite good.

But to say that they all follow the rules is a joke!
The extraordinary individuals trained here are the new generation of 'warriors' who will fight on the battlefield in the future; a bad personality is never a flaw.

"Sorry, sorry."

With an awkward smile, Touma Kamijou slipped into the encirclement.
"This is my friend. If she has offended you in any way, I apologize on her behalf."

With that, Touma Kamijou stepped forward, took the girl's hand, and turned to leave.

"Wait, what the hell is going on, you bastard!"

"who are you?"

The group of students who looked like thugs were taken aback at first, but then surrounded them again.

The girl, whose wrist was being held by Touma Kamijou, took the opportunity to break free of his hand.

"Huh? You're not—"

Bang!
Next second,
The thug, who had only spoken halfway through his sentence, suddenly bulged his eyes out and jerked his entire body upwards, like a fish caught on an invisible line.

Because the girl, dressed in a middle school sailor uniform, kicked the guy between the legs.

Just by looking at the way that thug took off from the spot, you can tell how heavy that kick was!

"Sigh~~~"

The onlookers, including Touma Kamijou;
They all felt a chill in their groin and instinctively squeezed their legs together.

"Takaoka? Takaoka!"

As the thug clutched his groin and collapsed with his eyes rolled back, the other thugs finally came to their senses, filled with shock and anger.

"Go together!"

"Don't want to live anymore?"

"Kill her—"

Shouting various standard thug lines, these small-time thugs swarmed forward, their punches and kicks displaying considerable skill.

However, the gap in strength is huge.

click,

Bang!
With a few sickening cracking sounds of bones breaking, several thugs lay sprawled on the ground.

Having a bad personality isn't a flaw; lacking discernment is.

Snapped,

"That's enough,"

Touma Kamijou sighed as he grabbed the wrist of the girl who was about to give chase.

"They've already been punished; continuing the fight would just be futile."

Violence.

That's right, he was trying to protect these thugs.

Kamijou Touma could tell from the posture of this middle school girl that she was ready to hurt someone at any moment; moreover, she carried an aura that made Kamijou Touma uncomfortable. Now it seems that her being 'surrounded' was probably all planned.

Otherwise, with her strength, she could easily intimidate thugs by simply showing off a few moves.

"Analysis: The power is suppressed." "Judgment: An unknown and powerful enemy has appeared."

"Conclusion: Abandon the 'hunt' and plead to lull the other party into a false sense of security."

Hey, hey, hey, you just blurted everything out!

And are you some kind of android?
Before Touma could even begin his rant, the girl whose wrist he had grabbed turned around.

"Sir, you're hurting me! Waaah, waaah, waaah!"

???

Despite the girl's expressionless accusation, Touma Kamijou was exasperated. He didn't let go of her, but instead loosened his grip slightly.

"follow me."

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.

"Give,"

After leaving the 'crime scene',

I bought a hot milk tea from a vending machine by the roadside and handed it to the other person.

"I don't know what kind of 'fishing' game you're playing, or what kind of 'role-playing' you're doing."

Looking at the girl in front of him, who was a head shorter than him, Touma Kamijou gave her earnest advice.

"Your strength should be around that of a strong dog, right?"

"Such power is not enough to act with impunity in this school district: for your own good, stop doing such dangerous things."

After speaking, Touma's gaze inadvertently swept over the other person's chest, and he couldn't help but feel puzzled.

Are all junior high school students these days so overweight?

"This is not a game, it's an order."

The girl who received the milk tea held it in both hands and retorted seriously.

"To prevent misjudgment, please verify the password XXXXX."

"What the hell is this?"

Touma Kamijou was puzzled as the fierce-looking, long-haired middle school girl kept a blank expression on her face.

"wrong answer."

"Judgment: Not a person involved in the experiment."

"OK, I see."

Raise both hands in a gesture of surrender.
Touma Kamijou was tired of this misunderstanding.

"It's okay if you don't want to talk about it. So, have you been having any worries lately?"

"If you have any complaints, you can confide in me. I'm a high school student after all, so it's only natural for an upperclassman to help a lowerclassman."

Despite his amnesia, Touma Kamijou's intelligence is perfectly fine. When faced with this kind of "little girl using her superhuman strength to hook up with thugs," he must first build a relationship with her and figure out the situation before he can perfectly solve the problem. Otherwise, this kind of thing will continue to happen in the future.

Even the other person's expressionless face seemed to pause for a moment.

Analysis: This is a tactic used to try and build rapport.

"Judgment: It may leak information related to the experiment."

Conclusion: Attempt to get away with it.

Must I play the role of this 'robot'?
For a moment, even Touma Kamijou couldn't help but look up at the sky: if it weren't for the 'Divine Tree' radiating golden light occupying half of the night sky in the distance between the tall buildings, the boy with the sea urchin haircut would have wondered if he had 'traveled'.

In this era where light novels are rampant, time travel is a very fashionable topic.

Especially with the appearance of noblemen and handsome young men dressed as 'ancient people' in the school district; rumors circulate that somewhere in the school district, there is a portal linking to another world.
"Alright, let me see who you really are."

Having given up on communicating, Touma Kamijou pulled out his phone and pointed the camera directly at the girl in front of him.

Open the school district staff app, scan, search, and then:
"No?!"

Touma was taken aback when the facial recognition system failed to scan the other person's information.

impossible!
Information about all students, teachers, and various professionals in the entire 'New Bunkyo Ward' can be accessed via mobile phone; however, only the most basic information is available, as this is a means of preventing espionage: it can only be triggered by close-range scanning.

"You are."

spy?

Are there spies this conspicuous?
Kamijou Touma's gaze swept over the still expressionless girl in front of him, and a bad feeling arose in his mind.

"You're not some kind of laboratory, are you?"

"Regardless, I'll contact the teacher first—"

boom!
Suddenly lean back.

Dodging the bullet that was within reach, Touma Kamijou, who was about to call his teacher, took several large steps back.

"Warning! Personnel not involved in the experiment, please leave immediately."

The girl held a gun, and the dark muzzle made Touma Kamijou's hair stand on end.

His body wasn't strong enough to withstand bullets with his bare hands.

really,

Kamijou Touma started to realize something.

The girl in front of me looks more like a 'machine' than a human.

It wasn't just his expressionless face, but also his three-part speaking style and his attack that had no murderous intent just now—in the world of the extraordinary, sensing murderous intent is a basic skill for wolf-level beings.

"Any attempt to stop the experiment will immediately activate the countermeasures."

It looks like an experiment conducted by those big companies!

If it weren't for the pulse and breathing, Touma Kamijou would have been tempted to believe that the person in front of him was a robot wearing a silicone suit.

"I can't let you leave. Human experimentation is illegal!"

How could Touma Kamijou just stand by and do nothing when the other party is clearly human but is behaving so abnormally?
“Activate the counterattack program,”

The girl pulled a pistol from under her sailor uniform and pointed it at Touma Kamijou.

Analysis: The opponent's strength is unknown.

"Judgment: The probability of winning is 0.09%."

"Conclusion: Self-destruct program initiated."

The next second, to Touma's surprise, the girl turned the gun around and pressed it against his temple.

Goodbye, and

"Thank you."

"stop----"

boom!
Ignoring Touma Kamijou's drastically changed expression,
The other party decisively pulled the trigger, and amidst the red and white splattering, the milk tea in the other hand rolled off.

(End of this chapter)