I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 52 Clear Goal
In the quaint house,

The atmosphere was oppressive, and a murderous aura surged between the extraordinary beings!
"Please calm down, Saito-kun."

Raising his hand to stop Saito Suke from struggling to his feet, Yamagami Toru calmly asked again:
"Does that person have any requirements regarding the selection of offerings?"

"No,"

Paper Dance shook her head slightly.

“You collect 100 souls, and I will draw a magic circle to open the ‘Rashomon’ and release the hundred ghosts. This is your task, sir.”

As for the time, place, origin of the soul, and where the ghosts went, 'Paper Dance' doesn't care about any of that.

Faced with the paper dance holding a folding fan and such a casual reply, Yamaue had a plan in mind.

It seems this 'paper dance' doesn't care about conflicts between humans.

"Saito-kun, may I make the plan?"

"I assure you, I will never kill the innocent or bully the weak."

?

Squatting on the ground, Saito was taken aback when he realized he had lost control of the 'demon power' within him, and he began to understand what was going on.

"it is good,"

He had already guessed the method on the mountain.

There are far too many people in this world who deserve to die but escape justice.

Seeing that Saito had stopped struggling, Paper Dance waved her paper fan and released him from his 'restraints'.

“Ichihashi-kun,”

After dealing with Saito, Yamagami turned to look at the handsome Ichihashi Tatsu.

"I will give you whatever you want."

"On the condition that you follow my orders, is that alright?"

"no problem,"

Tatsuya Ichihashi readily agreed. Although he was a serious criminal, what he liked was not crime, but the gaze of people: envy, admiration, attention, and even fear.

He couldn't resist them!
"So,"

After dealing with the two 'companions,' the person on the mountain finally looked at the owner of the building.

"Sir, I have a plan on how to complete that 'master's' mission. I ask for your cooperation."

"Can,"

The gray-haired old man nodded.
The three men in front of him were all notorious criminals in the island nation. Their presence in his home meant they had successfully escaped. Judging from their demeanor and actions, they all possessed extraordinary abilities, so the old man naturally wouldn't put on airs.

If we can win them over, great things are within our grasp!

"If there's anything I can do for you, please don't hesitate to ask."

"I have some influence in Tokyo."

Faced with the old man's confident words, Yamagami was also polite. What he was about to do would definitely shock the world again, so he naturally wouldn't refuse any help.

The old man in front of them, and the paper dance floating beside them, gave the prison trio a feeling of 'extraordinary beings everywhere'.

An extraordinary recovery. If it cannot be stopped, the only thing to do is to let people prepare in advance.

Take control of the situation!
"Then thank you, sir."

Faced with the gratitude expressed on the mountain, the white-haired old man laughed heartily.

"Haha, no need to be so polite, just call me Mr. Onoda."

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.

While the extraordinary beings belonging to 'Mr. Three' were having a pleasant conversation, other forces were also actively preparing for war.

At the Yokosuka base,

A blond, blue-eyed man with a buzz cut, wearing a vest, camouflage military pants, and heavy military boots, stood with his arms crossed in a boxing stance.

Around him were gel mannequins: inside these mannequins were complete white simulated skeletons, and outside were gels that simulated muscles, which could provide the best possible feedback on the damage to real people after being attacked.

Bang!
The big man moved, delivering a standard straight punch to the dummy's head.

The dummies used to test the power of various firearms and explosives were like tofu under his fists.

The head snapped back, the neck bone snapped instantly; the gel representing 'flesh and blood' suddenly caved in, a ripple spreading out, but it still couldn't withstand the enormous impact and exploded from the other side.

Straight punch, jab, hook, uppercut.
Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!
Once he started moving, the blond giant's attacks were relentless, his bulging muscles beneath his vest radiating explosive power.

His fists roared, each blow crackling the air and shattering the gel dummy's bones and flesh. In addition to traditional boxing, he also continuously swung his legs, each kick producing a heart-wrenching sound as it swept the dummy away like a battle axe.

In the blink of an eye, the surrounding gel mannequins had become a mess, and only a sandbag remained in front of the white man.

Step forward, twist your waist, spin around, and throw a punch!
boom--

The fist landed on the sandbag.
The sandbag barely moved, but suddenly burst open at the center of the fist, sending bits of leather and sand flying everywhere!
Then, the sand cascaded down to the ground in two streams like a waterfall. Only then did the onlookers realize that not only the sandbag in the middle of the fist had burst, but the back of the sandbag had also burst. And throughout this process, the rope suspending the sandbag did not move at all.

The force of that punch was terrifying, comparable to that of an anti-materiel firearm. "Nice!"

"good——"

The white officers and researchers in white coats around the training ground applauded enthusiastically.

"So, my nephew, are you satisfied with this early birthday present?"

Brigadier General Thomas strode over and patted the big man on the shoulder.

“Very good, sir.”

The muscular white man clenched his fist in satisfaction. Although the waves of intense pain during the 'superhuman serum' treatment had almost made him faint, he had ultimately survived and gained superhuman strength.

"I feel like I can easily sweep through all weight classes and all fighters in the UFC!"

"Hahaha, those are just mortals. Your punches can deliver 1500 pounds of impact; Tyson is nothing but a baby in front of you."

According to the Guinness World Records, Mike Tyson punched 530 pounds, which is already the ceiling for human strength.

Now, with just one vial of 'super serum', you can easily leave this limit behind!

"Pity,"

Thinking about this, Brigadier General Thomas felt a little regretful.

Besides his nephew, two other American lieutenants fused with the 'superhuman serum' and became superhumans who transcended human limits.

In the end, the two failed. One could not withstand the excruciating pain, fell into a coma, and died of organ failure. The other also failed to make it to the end. Although he was rescued, he would spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.

Even so, it did not extinguish the adventurous spirit in the hearts of the American soldiers.

After witnessing the power of the three 'successful' individuals, all the lieutenants and field officers at the Yokosuka base applied to be injected with the 'superhuman serum'. Their enthusiasm was so great that even the base commander, a lieutenant general, couldn't keep up.

what?
The risk of failure?
Let's talk about it after we fail!
Before experiencing it firsthand, these officers were all full of confidence.

"In conjunction with the exoskeleton armor sent from China,"

"You are 'Captain America'!"

"No,"

Shaking his head slightly,

The burly white man wasn't as excited as Brigadier General Thomas.

"It's just an improvement in strength, speed, and physique, without the 'superpowers' of those extraordinary beings."

In the movie, he'd just be an 'elite leader'.

Only those who possess superpowers and develop them to a certain degree can be worthy of the title of 'Captain'.

Unless America suddenly produces a 'vibranium shield'.

“Take it one step at a time, my nephew.”

For this,

Brigadier General Thomas was not in a hurry.

“Our people are monitoring the island nation’s government from top to bottom; they have no secrets that can be kept from us.”

"The extraordinary serum is just the first step; extraordinary power will come sooner or later."

It's also from America.

Brigadier General Thomas had already learned from the base commander that the president had secretly issued an order that if necessary, any means should be used to seize supernatural resources!
For Ansar White, whose blood runs in the veins of a pirate, what he seizes is what he owns!

Whether it's through force, politics, or financial means.

"Train hard and get familiar with this power."

"Yes, sir!"

Just as the two were talking, a messenger came running up quickly.

"Brigadier General Thomas,"

"The intelligence agents intercepted a communication,"

"A warehouse storing shellfish in Kawasaki Port, an island nation, was robbed. Surveillance footage revealed that the 'culprit' was a octopus that was over five meters long."

"That octopus clearly knew how to bypass the ships and open the warehouse doors."

It's not a normal living being!
"Very good, very good~~"

Thomas clapped his hands in a cheerful mood.

"Take our three 'super soldiers' and go catch that octopus!"

Catching an octopus doesn't require a super soldier, but if the target is 'suspected' of being extraordinary, it's best to be cautious.

Not only were there three newly formed 'super soldiers,' but Yokosuka Base even dispatched five warships of various types at once. Forget about octopuses, even if Ultraman came, let alone aliens that traverse the universe.

As for island nations?

The extraordinary discovery at sea is naturally connected to America!
(End of this chapter)