I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 638 A Brief Peace

"Hu~~"

Highly skilled in sorcery

"Finally, some watchable 'news'!"

Inside the principal's building, which has been transformed into a glass-like structure reflecting a seven-colored light.

Looking at the news on her phone, Qiongmei let out a rare sigh of relief.

Because of his brother's ban, the two sides in the fiercest battle in America actually started a 'war of words': the Burning Legion exposed the secrets of the Grand Commander's faction, and the Grand Commander immediately responded, boosting morale and getting Luigi, his 'master,' to endorse him and stabilize public sentiment.

In this way, it's hard to say what other effects there might be, but at least it can distract Qiong Mei a little.

It's better than having everything about that vixen everywhere!
Unfortunately, the biggest news in the world right now is a young woman who is in postpartum confinement, and her child.

Nao rests in bed every day, while the baby 'Tsukiyomi' enjoys a leisurely life of eating and sleeping. Not to mention ordinary people, even high-ranking officials like Director Takeya have never seen him. Only a few relatives and friends have seen him a few times, making him as mysterious as can be.

Although this is a 'normal' thing, it can't stop the enthusiasm of people all over the world;

Every day, there are all sorts of topics surrounding children and Nao: it has even developed into a trend culture, and if you can't say a few words, you will be considered out of touch.

As you can imagine, Qiong Mei, who's always on her phone, gets furious when she sees a few well wishes for Nao!

"I never expected those guys from the Burning Legion to have such a strategy?"

Yu, who was being pestered by Qiong Mei, touched her chin.

This is just making conversation out of nothing.

He was the one who created the Burning Legion, so he threw a few 'brain trust' type souls into it: besides the one who got his head blown off, there was also the little girl 'Dubra' who could be considered a wise person, so it's not surprising that the current situation has been created.

How will America respond?
"The so-called Burning Legion, are they afraid of this? Given their nature, shouldn't they be causing a huge disturbance in Tokyo?"

It would be best to cancel the celebration held because of the 'vixen':

It's as if the whole world is congratulating her.

"Well, you can't say that."

Yu had to appease Sora's angry words.

"If that 'Duke of the Blazing Sun' really brings his men over, I will have no choice but to take action."

It's his child's "birthday meal" after all, how could it be disturbed?

"Hu~~"

"For my brother's sake, then forget it."

Qiong Mei was still sulking, after all, she was not exactly a 'broad-minded' woman.

Besides, if a woman is completely indifferent to the fact that her beloved has other women, then she is no ordinary woman: unless she doesn't care at all, or she is so scheming that she hides a knife behind her smile.

It's obvious that Sora doesn't need to pretend in front of Yu.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry~~ When we are strong enough, the child we have will surely make all things bow down."

Yu continued to comfort Sora, explaining that his child was currently only at the Rinnegan level; only after achieving the Bloodline Limit would he be a true Six Paths level offspring. Of course, the idea of ​​a loving father and filial son was impossible, as Yu wasn't the "Riddler" Kaguya-sama.

If Kaguya had told her two older sons the truth back then, things wouldn't have turned out that way.

In truth, the old man of the Six Paths did have some regrets: Kaguya, who was originally supposed to resist the Otsutsuki clan, was sealed away, and it was his turn to take the blame.

What is the essential difference between that so-called 'Pure Land' and the 'White Zetsu' army?
If Kurama hadn't fought so desperately, Otsutsuki Isshiki would have been killed by Shadow Clones.
The old man of the Six Paths is probably going to 'transfer his power remotely' again.

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.

America

western Wyoming,
This state is relatively unknown in America, with a total population of only about 500,000. Although it has a large number of cattle and sheep ranches, who cares about farming? Even though farming here is done by large-scale mechanized farms.

A large pickup truck, clearly intended for cargo transport, sped across the desert, kicking up a trail of dust.

"Father, are we really going to join the Burning Legion?"

After putting down his phone, the young white man sitting in the passenger seat couldn't help but tilt his head and ask the middle-aged or elderly man driving.

"Just like the president said, we are human beings."

Being a young man, his impassioned speech during the live broadcast, and the final appearance of the "master," reignited his fighting spirit.

but--

"Silly boy, the Commander-in-Chief and the Lord are both good people."

"But they are too far away from us, while the Burning Legion is right before our eyes."

The middle-aged or elderly man driving sighed. He knew all too well the consequences of doing so; but as an ordinary person, he had no choice!
"We can go and seek refuge with the President."

"And then die as cannon fodder in the battle against the Burning Legion?"

The middle-aged white man interrupted his son's suggestion.

"Gaining extraordinary power at least gives us a sliver of hope in controlling our own destiny: even if we're still used as cannon fodder—"

Attack the humans, superhumans, and the 'Lord' and his angels led by the Grand Commander!

Since we're all going to be cannon fodder anyway, why not choose the side with extraordinary power?
Moreover, most of the Burning Legion members are fire creatures, so any human who joins them can at least become a squad leader: at least they're not just ordinary soldiers on the human side.

The father and son driving to the front lines in Utah like this are not isolated cases, but rather numerous: these western ranchers live in a world apart from those in the big cities. Now that the Burning Legion is attacking, their land and ranches will soon disappear.

The government would only send them to the battlefield: since they're going to fight anyway, why can't they stand on the other side?

At the very least, you can experience the feeling of extraordinary power!

"Are we just going to watch?"

These attempts to cross the border, with a constant stream of people defecting to the Burning Legion, often with their families, would be an insult to modern reconnaissance if the American defenses in Utah failed to detect them.

Several officers observed all of this from the aerial reconnaissance drone.

The purpose of the various family cars speeding through the desert, farms, and pastures is self-evident. "Even if we can't launch an attack because of that 'principal's' ban, what if we're laying landmines? That can't really be considered an attack, can it?"

A young major suggested that engineers lay dense minefields around the perimeter of their own lines. If these "traitors" ran over the mines and got blown up, how could they be blamed?

"No need,"

In the center of the crowd, the elderly colonel glanced at the speeding vehicles on the screen and sighed.

"We failed to protect them."

"As soldiers, this is our dereliction of duty—"

If they could stop the Burning Legion, or even repel them, how could so many people have 'defected'?
"Your Excellency, Colonel,"

The young major frowned.
"Now is not the time to show 'kindness'."

The young major pointed at the screen, questioning it with dissatisfaction:

"If we allow these traitors to join the Burning Legion, we will face even more enemies!"

In the major's eyes, these guys could no longer be considered 'human'; if it weren't for the 'principal's' prohibition, he would have led his men to kill these traitors among humans right now.

"Calm down, young man."

The old colonel raised his hand, signaling the major to calm down.

"Transforming humans into fire creatures requires the blood of the 'Flame Lords'; if the number is large enough, it may affect the Lords' strength."

"Maybe?"

The young major wouldn't accept such ambiguous wording, but the colonel continued to explain:
"Furthermore, with the resumption of maritime transport, large numbers of South Americans are sailing out to sea and flocking to the west coast."

Simply put, they couldn't resist the 'enthusiasm' to join the Burning Legion.

It's ironic, people from other places used to flock here.

Now it's the other way around—

? ?
"Damn it!"

The young major still couldn't accept it. Didn't these guys have any human dignity at all?
This is to be expected, because as a major who is a superhuman, he naturally cannot understand why ordinary people are so eager for superhuman power.

"So, in three months, we'll be facing a terrifying army made up of 'traitors'?"

It would be better not to 'cease hostilities' and just keep fighting!
"Hopefully, the president can come up with a strategy to break the deadlock."

The elderly colonel remained so calm because, as the commander, he had received subtle hints from his superior.

The collaboration between that 'master' and the president was not simply a matter of endorsement.

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.

“Mr. Luigi, please look at my hands.”

In the headquarters of the 'Veterans Guild' next to the Pentagon, Fiona, dressed as a red-haired fortune teller, stretches out her hands.

Although the Grand Commander and the other veterans saw nothing in the hands of this Level 5 member of the 'Veteran Guild', everyone wore serious expressions, waiting for Luigi's response.

Do you have something in your hand?

The other party is definitely not playing the 'The Emperor's New Clothes' game.
Luigi also became serious, and as he raised his hand to touch his eyes, his pupils suddenly turned into a pitch-black horizontal line.

Glug glug

At the same time, his robes began to undulate: this was his way of actively releasing the power he had suppressed, a sign that he was about to enter a 'mythical state'.

Yes, the so-called mythical state is the bizarre state of Creatures with tentacles, eyeballs, and mouths.

An incomplete magic system!

"This is."

As black bars appeared in Luigi's pupils, he glanced again at Fiona's outstretched hands and saw something different.

"godhead?!"

Several crystals floated in Fiona's hand.

In other words, Luigi was able to observe the existence of these things only after using the 'Mythic State'.

! !
really,

This 'master' is quite capable.

Whether it was the blond-haired Grand Commander or the Level 5 veterans present, they all felt a sense of awe while secretly breathing a sigh of relief.

"Yes, Mr. Luigi."

Mike, codenamed 'Agent,' stepped forward and announced their 'cooperation.'

"Our Veterans Guild has decided through a vote that you will be the one to use these 'Divine Shards'."

They've had these godhood fragments for a while now, but none of them dare to use them—they have the 'Nightmare Space' that provides various enhancements, and as long as they keep doing missions, they'll eventually break through to rank B.

No one knows what the side effects or what might happen from using these 'divine fragments'.

No, even a fool would know there's something wrong with that!
In mythology, those who seize the positions of gods all undergo a complete personality change in the end: it's more accurate to say they are possessed rather than ascended to godhood.

Even the most experienced among them have their own 'enhancements' in this area; under such circumstances, who would dare to use them?

All eyes were on Luigi, awaiting his answer.

Everyone here is an extraordinary being; ordinary people can call him "Lord," but veterans would never utter that title.

"it is good."

Without any hesitation, Luigi agreed.

(End of this chapter)