I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 516 Different offensive and defensive forces
Tokyo, School District 7.

"Senior, senior, your medicine is really good; but it's too expensive. Do you have any cheaper options you could recommend?"

A conversation that came from a small alley made a passing girl stop in her tracks.

Her hair returned to black after losing her 'demon transformation' ability, and the star-shaped pupils in her eyes disappeared, suddenly transforming her from a mysterious 'superhuman expert' into an 'ordinary girl'; but Hongo Hina didn't care, after all, her initial goal was to become the strongest human.

Now, it's simply a return to our original aspirations.

The conversations in the alley are undoubtedly the daily lives of 'ordinary people', and they are worth learning about.

"Yes, brother, yes!"

Another voice rang out, answering without hesitation.

"Of course, there's more than one such potent medicine; there are nine in total, all of which are currently best-selling products."

Trenbolone, Metenolone, Oxyproconone, Concordone, Stanozolone, Tritolonone, Synthone, Nandrolone Decanoate, Nandrolone Phenylephrine

“Using one or two drugs, participating in intramural competitions is no problem; if you can use more than half of the drugs, even playing in the school league will be quite easy.”

As Hongo Hime quietly stepped into the alley, a student with a pointed head and muscular body was eloquently introducing his goods to several students opposite him: the tote bag next to him was full of bottles and jars of various brands, a dazzling array of everything imaginable.

"If you could master the 'Nine Dragons Needle Technique' like I do, becoming a superhuman would be a piece of cake. Brother, wanna try a set?"

The muscular student wasn't lying; he did indeed become a superhuman through drugs.

But what he didn't say was that behind his success was—

Countless drug abusers die prematurely.

"Isn't this the legendary 'Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin'?"

A crisp sound rang out, causing the muscular student selling medicine to turn around unhappily and raise his hand to slap him.

She was a beautiful girl who scratched her head with her raised fist.

"Junior, don't believe those online rumors."

"There may be problems with using drugs for fitness, but it's unlikely that there are problems with using drugs for fitness."

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Although this sounds a bit convoluted at first glance,

But upon closer examination, it does indeed contain some philosophical insights.

Undoubtedly, everyone present knew that injections and medications would inevitably harm the body; however, in this era, if others take medicine and you don't, your physical condition and academic performance will fall behind. Once this becomes the norm, not taking medicine will be your problem.

There's no way around it; drugs can easily break through the limits of asceticism.

For example, the Sea Kingdom's secret treasure, the 'Extraordinary Pearl,' is said to grant one an extraordinary path upon swallowing a single pearl.

There are no restrictions, no costs, no worries, and if you swallow a second one, you can immediately gain 'extraordinary abilities' and reach the wolf level. You can also move freely and easily in the sea.

The only problem is that it's expensive!

Extremely expensive!

The price of a single exceptional pearl has remained at tens of billions of US dollars.

With the end of the war in the sea kingdom, this easy path to becoming a superhuman has become a thing of the past.

Crab Princess is generous, but she's not some clever woman who throws away treasures for no reason; why would the Sea Kingdom reward someone without merit?

Therefore, a large number of 'navigators' were active in the non-Libin waters, hoping to find one or two undiscovered pearls and become rich overnight.
That area was jokingly called the 'Grand Line'. To become a superhuman, what else could it be but greatness?
Given the current number of superhumans, obtaining a 'Level 3 Superhuman Potion' isn't difficult, but the growth rate and potential gained from that potion are far too low. Those with real ambition train to their limits before using higher-level potions.

Ordinary people don't have this opportunity, so they can only temper their bodies, learn extraordinary knowledge, and pin their hopes on self-awakening.

And what's wrong with using some medication along the way?
As long as I can become a superhuman sooner.
It's all worth it.

"I'm not trying to be mean, but you're too thin, junior."

The burly man selling medicine, with his pointed head, shook his head after glancing at Hongo Hime.

"Schools aren't places where body shape is important, and besides, you can get a wasp waist, muscular arms, and defined abs with performance-enhancing drugs."

The slender classmate in front of me is naturally a 'beautiful girl', but with her skinny frame, it's almost impossible for her to become a superhuman.

Hongo Hime was stunned for a moment when she was looked down upon like that.

To be honest, she only looks slim in clothes; if she took off her clothes, she would have a clear and graceful figure.

Forget it, there's no need to stoop to the level of this 'classmate'.

"Speaking of which, that meddlesome sea urchin-head guy isn't here, otherwise he'd be causing trouble again~~"

After the muscular student with the pointed head finished speaking, he clapped his hands.

"Dear juniors, you can use my medicine with confidence!"

"If you purchase all nine medicines, you'll also receive the 'Nine Dragons Acupuncture Technique,' guaranteed to elevate you to the ranks of the extraordinary—"

It has to be said that this 'senior' selling medicine seems pretty normal. However, he shouldn't have been so sarcastic, mentioning a certain 'kind citizen' who always sabotages the sale of smuggled medicines, which piqued Hongo Hina's interest.

"The sea urchin head you mentioned, is it called Kamijou Touma?"

?

"Do you know the junior?"

"I know him. He even punched me in the face. Like this—"

Hongo Hime clenched her left fist and gently swung it forward.

Bang! !

The tall, muscular senior suddenly collapsed to the ground, sinking into the concrete of the alley.

Strangely, however, there was no flying soil or rocks, nor any billowing dust.

"Hmm, I'll do something 'good' too~~"

???

"Varied"

"Run-"

However, unlike Touma Kamijou, when Hina made her move, it was others who fled in panic: several students who bought medicine scrambled to their feet, wishing they had more legs.

"I wonder what that guy who slapped me in the face is doing now?"

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.

Demiplane of Gods
"Retreat! Retreat!!"

"First, let's return to 'Takamagahara' and regroup. Then..."

The ones panicking and shouting for retreat are none other than the 'masters' of this world.

One by one, golden 'gods' shimmered.

On one hand, the island nation has sent two Demon-level masters this time, along with two Weak Dragon-level 'Susanoo Bloodline' God Eyes to assist them, making it a truly luxurious lineup.

On the other hand, the 'sorcerer' who has been at odds with the gods for thousands of years has appeared, leading thousands of 'faced demons' like dark clouds pressing down on the city, making it a situation where the world is besieged on all sides.

Of course, the most crucial thing is:
"The God of Purification Exterminates the Demon"

"Is it really necessary to drive them to extinction?"

"I curse you, you blasphemers, in the name of the 'Aragami'!"

???

No, you're all gods, can't you even play this game?
Seeing the 'gods' gritting their teeth and uttering harsh words before leaving, Touma Kamijou was completely 'numb'.

He didn't even know what this demiplane was all about, yet he inexplicably attracted the hostility of all the 'gods'; if it were an ordinary person making threats, that would be one thing, but the threats from the gods were rumored to have a 'predestined' flavor, and could not be eliminated without specific means.

"Don't worry about it, Touma."

Tokugawa Shizuka, who was being held by him or rather nestled in his arms, sneered.

"The wailing of a defeated dog on the street is the most pleasing praise for the victor."

"Jing, your 'ancestor' might be in here."

The Tokugawa family originated from Mikawa Province's Kiyoshi and the Genji clan, and the Genji clan was of imperial blood; so, strictly speaking, they were all blood relatives of these 'Amanatsu gods'.

"Tch, who told them to start shouting for war right from the beginning?"

Tokugawa Shizuka didn't care at all; even if there was some blood relation, that was a matter from a thousand years ago.

So what if it's their own ancestor? Since they dared to make a move, they should be prepared to be killed in retaliation. "Alright."

Given Tokugawa Shizuka's 'martial spirit' personality, Kamijou Touma couldn't really say anything; besides, the conversation just now was merely a relaxed chat after a major battle.

"Let's go down."

"Okay~~"

In fact, Tokugawa Shizuka wanted to fly a little longer.

But as the golden light disappeared one by one, the battle was over, and it was time to 'find out what happened'.

"So you are a 'sorcerer'?"

The group landed on the battlefield, which had been reduced to ruins. Kafka Lu stepped forward and extended his right hand to the handsome young man surrounded by thousands of 'face demons'.

"Nice to meet you,"

"Nice to meet you, Ibaraki Jinchuuriki."

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Kafka would not be surprised that the nature of his power was seen through at a glance.

But judging from the other person's familiar tone, it seemed that they already knew Ibaraki?

Unfortunately, ever since Ibaraki was "heartbroken" by Shuten-dōji, he has been in a slumber, only focusing on sleeping inside Kafka's body. This relieved the army, but also left them with some regret.

The reason for my relaxation is that Ibaraki won't be 'possessing' Kafka anytime soon; the reason for my disappointment is that Ibaraki's personality means he always comes out with all sorts of explosive information.

Without his explanation as a 'ghost' from a thousand years ago, Kafka simply shook hands and then stepped back.

"This is our 'God of Calamity': Tsutsumi Mayi-no-Mikoto."

"This is Ie, and this is Hikaru."

Kafka raised his hand to introduce everyone in turn, pausing slightly when he pointed to Touma Kamijou.

"This is 'Touma Kamijou,' the 'ace' of this operation."

If Kafka had some doubts about Yu's arrangements before, after witnessing Touma Kamijou's battle, he was completely convinced.

It was completely one-sided; the only way to describe it is 'utterly crushing'!

This is the relationship of restraint.
If Touma Kamijou were sent to the 'Sengoku Dimension,' he wouldn't be invincible, and he probably wouldn't even know how he died: because there, swords reign supreme, and every single one of them is a fierce samurai. Even if his 'demon power' is absorbed, a single slash won't turn him into noodles; the sharp blade will still be able to kill.

This demiplane primarily uses 'ninjutsu', and when faced with 'Nether Release', it's like meeting one's father; they are defeated and forced to retreat in panic.

"Does the god cleanse and vanquish the demon?"

“What an ‘impressive’ person has arrived.”

The handsome young man holding a calligraphy brush smiled slightly, his expression unreadable.

"Gentlemen, speed is of the essence in war, please take a short rest."

The handsome young man earnestly suggested to the group,

"Then we'll attack 'Takamagahara' and destroy the 'sky' that controls this world."

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"This gentleman,"

Tokugawa Shizuka's gaze swept over the 'Nora' beside the handsome young man. The girl who had proposed cooperation to the government and whose body was covered in writing was standing respectfully behind him.

Now it seems this is the 'real deal', but—

Before that, may I ask a few questions?

As the other party raised their hand in a gesture of sympathy, Tokugawa Shizuka pointed directly to the core issue.

"who are you?"

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.

"Yato! What's wrong?"

In a city in a demiplane, a boy in sportswear knelt on one knee, clutching his chest tightly.

"Father"

what?
The anxious girl beside him was slightly taken aback.

She had long, black hair, pink eyes, and a pretty face. She wore a high school girl's uniform, and a phantom 'cat tail' trailed behind her.

Hiyori Iki was able to 'leave her body' on her own due to an accident. In other worlds, this would be an almost invincible ability, but unfortunately, this world is full of 'gods' and 'demons,' so she can only play a supporting role most of the time.

But it is precisely because of her 'believer' that the boy in the tracksuit can continue to act as a 'god' and move around.

One god, one believer.

"Hey, hey, hey, you're supposed to be a god, pull yourself together!"

A blond boy next to him also looked anxious, but could only stand there helplessly.

He is the boy in sportswear, also known as Yukine, the "divine weapon" of the calamity god "Yato". In other words, he is the soul of a human who has died. Recently, he has been following his master around, fulfilling other people's wishes. He forms a trio with Hiyori and gets involved in many major incidents.

The Lu Ba Rebellion, Ebisu's defection, the Battle of the Underworld. They may seem like children or girls, but they have actually been through countless battles.

"What do you mean father?"

What can we do to alleviate your pain?

With the help of the girl and boy, the sportswear-clad god 'Yato' stood up.

"I'm sorry I haven't told you before."

It wasn't that Yato deliberately concealed it, but rather that He felt there was nothing worth talking about in the past.

"I am the God of Calamity, but do you know how I was born?"

Hey?
Why did we suddenly bring up such a serious topic?

"Idiot, of course you're the mother—"

The boy, Yukine, was about to instinctively answer that he was born of his mother, but that only applies to humans, while the birth of a god...
How could the soul of a human boy who had only been dead for a few years know such secrets?

“I am a being born from the wishes of the ‘Father’,”

Yato clutched his chest, his heart pounding, and gasped as he explained to his two closest friends:
"About five hundred years ago, I came into this world because my 'father' needed a helper."

In his mind, he was a manufactured being: without childhood, without good or evil, and once, under the tutelage of his 'father,' he and another child would go hunting humans with great enthusiasm every day, bringing back ears to earn 'father's' praise.

"Later, I met my first 'divine weapon', Sakura, and she changed me."

The girl he took as a sacred weapon taught him good and evil, independence, and how to refuse—but it was precisely because of this that he was tricked by his 'father' into calling out the girl's real name, causing her to fall into demonhood, and he had no choice but to kill her with tears in his eyes.

"Even the name Yato is a habit that Sakura mispronounces."

"So that's how it is,"

The girl, Hiyori Iki, suddenly realized that as the other party's only 'believer,' she possessed the ability to summon the sportswear-clad boy god to her side, and naturally knew his real name as well:
Night divination!

"Now, that damned 'father' is controlling me again with his real name, making me fight for him."

This is why He was in so much pain.

In this world, a name is power!
Once you know someone's real name, you can use various techniques to bind and control them.

"Let's go, Yato!"

The girl stepped forward and took the other person's hand.

"No matter what difficulties we face, I will face them with you."

"And I,"

The blond boy next to him had his hands in his pockets and tilted his head to the side.

"Who told me to be your 'divine artifact'? Having such an unreliable owner like you is really a headache."

"Okay, let's face it together!"

It's time to settle things with that 'father'.

(End of this chapter)