I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 505 Blue Bird
"Wake up,"

Lying in the narrow, coffin-like 'rest pod', this voice suddenly echoed in the consciousness of Poison Island 00001.

"Master Momochi?"

Shaking his head, Poison Island 00001, who had 'awakened' from the dream world, knelt down on one knee.

"What instructions do you have?"

"The time has come! Ninja Disciple."

The voice of Master Hyakuchi, wearing a straw hat, trembled slightly.
"With your current strength, you are more than capable of handling the Jonin missions sent out by the ninja village."

That's right. Although those involved in the experiment believed that Busu Island 00001 was only a 'Wolf-level' superhuman, she had actually already reached the Tiger level!

Moreover, unlike what others thought, that he only knew some basic swordsmanship, this 'Poison Island No. 00001' actually mastered a large number of techniques.

As a high-ranking official in the Metropolitan Police Department, Inspector Kiyama is qualified to read various technical documents.

However, her talent is terrible; she can't even perform a transformation spell.

But this did not prevent her from recording many 'spell models', the way spiritual power was used, and the techniques for forming hand seals.

All this knowledge was imparted to the girl before him in the dream: although it was never used in reality, but—

"Leave this place, ninja."

"You can fly anywhere if you want; you can use any technique at will if you want."

? !
"Master Hyakuchi, what do you mean?"

Suddenly looking up, the girl asked incredulously the question:

"Do you want me to become a 'rogue ninja'?"

In the mind of Master Hyakuchi, this underground laboratory is a ninja village.

These 'clones' are all ninja disciples who obey orders and undergo rigorous training.

But now, the master's meaning is—

"That's right,"

Under the straw hat,

His calm voice carried a hint of sadness.

"Becoming a rogue ninja is your destiny."

The Poison Island clones are created by the government, and any resistance is tantamount to betraying the island nation: if you want freedom, this is the only way!
“I will make the other ‘ninja apprentices’ obey you. This is the only order I give you.”

"Fight your way out of here, ninja!"

open eyes!
In the cramped 'rest pod',

The Poison Island clone, numbered 00001, suddenly opened its eyes.

Her pupils had turned blood red.

A jet-black comma slowly rotates.

"Humans are born for a purpose, and I firmly believe that humans have an important mission in life."

Today is the time for the caged bird to break free.

boom!
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the other side,
'Scanning, confirming.'

'Inspector Kiyama, please proceed.'

puff,

The high-tech sensor door opened automatically, causing the man sitting in front of the monitor to turn around.

"Wow, what's with our ever-sleepy 'Sleeping Beauty' here?"

The man was also wearing a police uniform, but his glib manner and aggressive gaze made him seem like a scoundrel who had infiltrated the Metropolitan Police Department.

In fact, he was indeed a scoundrel: in the past.

"Enough with the nonsense, Inspector Fujiwara."

The policewoman with dark circles under her eyes looked at Kiyama and spoke coldly.
"Let me check if there's anything unusual."

"what?"

Upon hearing this, the man with the wicked look in his eyes displayed an exaggerated expression of 'surprise'.

"It's bedtime now,"

"Who would dare to cause trouble right under your nose, you 'dream-eating beast'?"

That's absolutely true. Although Kiyama doesn't have much combat power, her 'dream demon' ability allows her to travel through dreams and even weave dreams at will: at night, there's almost no place she can't control.

Apart from--

People who haven't gone to sleep yet.

With a cold gaze fixed on the man before him, Kiyama made no attempt to hide his disgust.

Because this guy is a real scumbag; his ability is to alter perceptions!

After gaining this ability, he altered the perceptions of a group of women, treating them as slaves and committing all sorts of wanton acts—until he was arrested by the Metropolitan Police Department, where he immediately knelt down and surrendered. Considering the rarity of his ability, he was recruited into the Metropolitan Police Department to atone for his crimes.

He modified the perceptions of those 'Poison Island' clones to ensure that there would be no possibility of betrayal: this is also the reason why a large number of clones resemble robots.

"Don't worry, Inspector Kiyama."

The man sitting in the office chair spread his hands.

"It has my 'cognitive modification' ability, and your 'nightmare' ability."

"These test subjects are nothing more than lambs on the slaughter line. I'd be happy if I could get one to keep me entertained."

"Inspector Fujiwara, do you still remember your oath of allegiance?"

The man, whose words were interrupted, was taken aback by the sinister look in his eyes.

"what?"

Oath of Allegiance
He stumbled and staggered when he tried to read that thing back then, how could he possibly remember it?

"Do not be afraid of any event, do not be hated by anyone, and perform the duties of a police officer with your own conscience."

? !
The evil-looking man's expression changed drastically!

This wasn't because of the oath the other party swore, but because of the gun they pulled out.

The high-powered super pistols used by the special police.

"What are you going to do—"

boom!
Gunshots rang out,

The sinister man suddenly lunged forward!
Idiot! At this distance, a superhuman's reaction time is faster than a gun.

Inspector Fujiwara, shot in the shoulder, had a fierce look on his face. No matter why the other party fired the shot, he was determined to make this bitch pay!
brush,

He clenched his fist and slammed it into Inspector Kiyama's face!

However, the imagined tactile sensation did not occur; instead, there was only emptiness and nothingness.

?

Because his punch missed, Inspector Fujiwara stumbled forward, instinctively reaching out to press his hand to the ground to maintain his balance.

The next second, something cold pressed against his forehead.

The world before my eyes flashed by.

"Dream?"

Was I just pulled into a dream?

Unfortunately, it was too late to realize it.

boom!
The specially designed armor-piercing bullet ripped open the skull, and a white, milky substance spilled out, splashing onto the control panel in the monitoring room.

boom!
Meanwhile, on the surveillance footage of the rest area, a piece of metal that looked like a 'drawer' flew out, and a girl crawled out of it.

Poison Island No. 00001!
"Fly, Ninja Disciple."

Looking at the screen, the female police inspector with dark circles under her eyes muttered to herself.

Your lives should not be confined here.

This is her 'conscience'.

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.

"Alarm! Alarm!!"

"A riot has broken out among the experimental subjects. All units are to proceed immediately to suppress it!"

"Alarm! Alarm—"

A piercing alarm suddenly blared throughout the underground laboratory, accompanied by flashing red lights, but it did not cause much of a disturbance; because the vast majority of researchers were deep in sleep, and unless attacked, the sound alone would not wake them.

While Inspector Kiyama's abilities do not translate into combat prowess, it doesn't mean he can't assist in battle: a moment of distraction can determine life or death; he can also make someone sleep like a log.

Unfortunately, this ability is not very effective against superhumans. As the alarm sounded, superhuman special police officers rushed out of the building.

"what happened?"

"The test subjects have rioted. Head to the rest area!"

With a slap from these superhumans waking up the people in the key departments, the entire base began to operate.

only--

"Dragon Flame Song Technique!"

With her fingers flying in hand seals, the girl who had sprung out of the residential area opened her mouth and spat out four fiery dragons, baring their fangs and claws, roaring towards the arriving special police officers.

"An advanced fire-based spell?!"

"How can it be--"

"retreat!!"

The super SWAT officers who had just rushed over changed their expressions and retreated hastily instead of charging forward.

At the same time, he kept swinging his 'Uranium Light Wave Fist', using the shockwave from the explosion to delay the fire dragon.

"Damn it, how can the test subject be so strong?"

"I don't know."

"Where is Chairman Hongo?!"

"Chairman Hongo is heading to the attacked research institute—"

"Close the gates to this area and have headquarters send reinforcements immediately!"

Faced with such a wide-ranging fire spell, the special police officers had no intention of charging through the flames; they quickly withdrew from the living area and lowered heavy alloy doors, attempting to trap the attackers inside. However:
"The great fire is extinguished!"

A girl's delicate shout came from the other side.

The alloy door began to heat up, turning red-hot, and then, like a liquid, it began to flow down from the center.

? ?
Damn it, where did that test subject learn these techniques from?!

The group of special police officers were both shocked and furious. Even the "Eye of God" had to be reasonable; besides, the other party's eye socket was just a "one-tomoe" form of the Eye of God.

Did they learn these techniques in their dreams?!
But now is clearly not the time to think about this problem. As the alloy door melted, a figure rushed out.

His appearance is indeed very similar to 'Bulls Island', but his demeanor is completely different!

He's lost some of his madness and gained more perseverance.

"Step aside--"

With a sharp shout, the girl's hands flew into hand seals once again, as if she had practiced them hundreds of times.

"Phoenix Fire Technique!"

With a flick of his head, clusters of flames resembling 'impatiens flowers' roared out, engulfing all the special police officers on the battlefield.

The purpose was not to inflict damage, but to repel the enemy.

"Go together!"

These extraordinary special police officers cannot retreat, nor is it possible for them to retreat.

They have their own principles while fulfilling their duties: as for merits and demerits? That's a matter for others to consider.

A ghastly green light flashed, and the special police officers used punches and kicks to forcefully disperse the fireball, engaging in a fierce battle with the charging "Poison Island 00001".

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Chiyoda,
Metropolitan Police Department Headquarters

"Director, something's up!"

A section chief from the Special Countermeasures Division strode into the Superintendent General's office.

"An extraordinary battle has broken out at the experimental base beneath the Third School District!"

Who is the enemy?

The man behind the desk looked up.
"Poison Island 00001!"

?

"Where are the special police officers on site?"

Director Takeya was about to ask where Hongo Hina had gone when she suddenly remembered that someone had reported that the laboratory in the Seventh School District had been attacked by superhumans and that Hongo Hina had gone to deal with it.

"The special forces officers on the scene are working hard to hold them off, but the situation is very dire."

The section chief stepped forward and handed the tablet to the director.

? !
Director Zhu Ya's expression turned serious as she glanced at the screen above.

Flames filled the screen, and several special police officers struggled desperately, clearly at a disadvantage.

And those who use fire—

"Hoo~~~!"

A dragon-shaped flame roared out and swallowed a super special police officer whole in the raging flames!
Great Fire Dragon Technique!
In the direction from which the fire dragon was attacking, a 'Poison Island' figure stood with a resolute expression, his ten fingers forming a blur of afterimages.

The next second, clusters of flames shaped like demon heads appeared around her.

The Ghost Lantern Technique!
"These."

These are all fire-based spells recorded by the Metropolitan Police Department.

Furthermore, the outside of the laboratory was not attacked, meaning:

"There's a mole!"

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.

"Victorious soldiers and defeated generals are all like tiles; once broken, they will eventually return to dust."

In the raging flames of the laboratory, Poison Island 00001 glanced at the scattered charred bones.

"I will recite the farewell verses for you all."

After saying that, she no longer concealed her aura, and a surge of tiger-level spiritual energy burst forth, carving a straight path through the flames.

"On the auspicious day of the Azure Bird, we welcome the beginning of the Fire Dragon."

"I will soar through the clouds!"

For the teachings of Master Hyakuchi.

(End of this chapter)