I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 86 Betrayal
Adachi Ward shrouded in wind and rain

Even in places so far from the 'battlefield,' the outside was still covered by torrential rain, and everyone was sheltering at home, waiting for the typhoon to pass.

Compared to ordinary people who are completely unaware, the extraordinary individuals are more able to appreciate the danger of this 'typhoon'!

"Are you okay?"

"I'm used to this feeling."

Qiong shook her head slightly. The sudden feeling of weakness was something she found quite memorable.

Because she used to be in poor health and often suffered from this feeling of weakness, she didn't feel any discomfort.

"Brother, are you okay?"

"What problems could I possibly have?"

Yu smiled, his face pale. This was no joke; all his chakra had been used on the 'front line' battlefield.

"I never expected there would be a divine artifact that could suppress the extraordinary. It's truly an eye-opener."

Should we leave here?

Qiong was pondering another problem: the images on the notebook had stopped, but judging from the last images, the American fleet was in a very bad situation.

If that "Sea Roar" finishes fighting in America and then lands in Tokyo, their strength is not much different from that of ordinary people.

They don't even need the other side to target them; the mere aftershocks are enough to be fatal!
"Don't panic, don't forget the person standing behind Xiaoying."

Inari God: Miketsu!
"He won't just sit idly by and watch the sea. Those sea creatures are extraordinary and rampaging through Tokyo."

Once the chakra is nearly depleted, that 'natural being' will intervene and end it all.

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.

"Missile silo No. 3 has been flooded with seawater."

"Water is leaking into the mid-section compartment. Requesting damage control team for emergency repairs!"

On the Ticonderoga-class cruiser, where various alarms were constantly sounding, the captain, gripping the handrail tightly, was ashen-faced and felt only a deep sense of powerlessness.

Fighting a typhoon. This kind of plot, which only exists in movies, actually happened to him: Where's Superman? Where's Captain America? Or even a mutant cop could save him!

boom,

After another violent tremor, the cruiser, which had been rocking violently from side to side, suddenly calmed down.

at the same time,

A ray of sunlight shone down from the sky, illuminating the wrecked cruiser.

? !
The American naval officers and sailors who got up from the ground looked up and looked out through the ship's windows: the sea was calm and the sun was shining.

It was as if the perilous ordeal they had just experienced, that hellish scene, was all just a fantasy!
"It's the eye of the typhoon,"

"Thank God we're safe for now."

The eye of a typhoon, or the center of a typhoon, is where the wind speed gradually increases from the outer periphery to the center, and then increases rapidly. However, once it reaches the central area, which is tens of kilometers in diameter, the wind speed decreases rapidly, the rain stops, and there may even be a clear sky with sunshine during the day and stars at night.

The scene before them proved that they had passed through the typhoon, entered the eye of the storm, and gained a chance to catch their breath.
"That is--"

As the many American sailors in the cabin stared in disbelief, a figure plummeted rapidly in the sunlight overhead.

Whalebone

A long, skeletal blade, enveloped in swirling water, slashed down at the cruiser.

As the bone blade fell, it continued to spread and grow, transforming in the blink of an eye into a ferocious creature tens of meters long.

"open!!!"

Tear —

With a deafening metallic cutting sound that could instantly knock someone unconscious, the cruiser's command room was sliced ​​open, followed by the deck, and then the hull. Several unfortunate souls on the attack's trajectory were instantly shredded into pieces by the water flow from the bone blades, countless metal parts were scattered everywhere, and finally the attack disappeared into the sea.

The power of a single strike

It actually cut the cruiser in two!
As the two warships began to sink amidst a deafening explosion, the 'samurai' who had unleashed the strike frowned.

Is a Jonin-level skill level only capable of destroying a ship?

After all, using only C- or D-rank ninjutsu is still too low.

The Second Hokage could cut through the God Tree with an A-rank Water Release technique; so-called battleships were no different from mud in front of him.

Thinking this, the samurai named 'Kyujira' ignored the battleship he had killed with a single strike and turned to rush towards the other warships that had escaped the typhoon and entered the eye of the storm.

On another cruiser,
"Hey ya,"

The little girl in the pink kimono is raising her 3,600-pound conch hammer and, with the help of her superhuman strength, she hurls it down toward the main gun turret.

Clang!

Amidst the sickening metallic creaking, the massive two MK-45 127mm 62-caliber naval guns were crushed flat.

what is this?
Two MK-38 Mod1 25mm cannons, smash it once;
Clang!

what is this?
16 x octet MK-41 vertical launchers, smash it once;
what is this?
Clang!

Smash it.
With a single sledgehammer strike, she turned the perfectly good cruiser into an abstract work of art.

As for the American Navy's counterattack? Faced with a two-ton hammer that served as both weapon and shield, they really wanted to surrender. Unfortunately, these extraordinary beings didn't seem to need to abide by any Geneva Conventions, nor did they seem to have any intention of taking prisoners.

Some warships, although they escaped the typhoon and entered the 'safe zone,' were merely gliding forward by inertia.

There was no start of repairs, and there was no response to even attempts to contact other warships. Because:
"Watch out, the enemy is here—"

Before the captain, holding an M4 carbine, could finish speaking, a shadow suddenly rose behind him, and a dark, dull dagger, without any reflection, silently reached out from behind and stabbed at his jaw.

The short knife pierced through the soft jaw, mouth, and nasal cavity in an instant, reaching the brain.

With a gentle turn, his consciousness was extinguished.

At the same time, the captain's shadow spread out in all directions, connecting with the other soldiers.

Then, the female ninja who emerged from the shadows suddenly turned her head.

Click!

A chilling sound of neck bones breaking rang out.
The other soldiers in the cabin collapsed to the ground, their faces twisted back, filled only with terror and despair.

Without pausing, the female ninja known as 'Sea Ninja' disappeared into the shadows once more, efficiently eliminating any soldiers in the cabin who dared to resist.

Although she doesn't possess immense destructive power, her elusive assassination abilities are far more terrifying. So-called steel behemoths are utterly useless against her.

Besides these three,
Other 'extraordinary sea creatures' also flocked aboard the ship.

The surrounding wind and waves suddenly disappeared. Before the battered American fleet could catch its breath, it encountered these supernatural beings, such as humanoid crabs, lobsters, and sharks, swarming onto the deck and starting a 'hand-to-hand combat'.

The soldiers on these warships were also equipped with HK-M27 automatic rifles and M4 carbines.

Against ordinary 'supernatural beings', they could barely hold off with the help of the ship's cabin and firepower; but against those three 'high-level supernatural beings', they were destined to be swiftly annihilated.

"This is?"

A glimmer of light appeared before him. The Blue Ridge, having escaped the raging waves, was now a scene of utter chaos in its command center. Colonel McCormack, leaning on the control panel, struggled to his feet. His beloved pipe was nowhere to be found, and his forehead was covered in bruises.

"It's the eye of the typhoon, we're safe for now."

Surprisingly, the eye of the typhoon was calm, and a ray of sunlight could even be seen hanging down.

But as soon as you look up at the massive wind walls that seem to block out the world, you realize that the so-called 'safety' is only temporary.

No, even here isn't safe!

"Report,"

"News has come from other warships that they have all been attacked by supernatural beings!"

"Several warships have not responded, this is speculation."

They have all died in the line of duty. Indeed,

Colonel McCormack sighed.
Because Typhoon Aere (or rather, 'Sea Roar') was so conspicuous, it attracted everyone's attention, making people forget the extraordinary beings that had come from the surrounding seas earlier.

“We can now be considered as being inside Mr. Haiming’s stomach.”

Here, the severely damaged Seventh Fleet faces a well-prepared ambush by the Extraordinary. The outcome is already decided.

"Give the order: everyone surrender on the spot."

? !
"Colonel—"

"I will take full responsibility for what happens afterward, if we are still alive."

Ok?
They surrendered.
The remaining American fleet, trapped in the eye of the storm, surrendered decisively, which made Yu, who was preparing for a 'great battle,' stroke his chin.

Those "shrimp soldiers and crab generals" are all creations like water clones and earth clones. Although they are not very strong, they can still deal with ordinary marines. However, killing them is too troublesome, a waste of chakra, and not very meaningful.

"surrender?"

"Yes, Mr. Samurai."

On a frigate, the American captain, who understood the island's language, bowed and offered his command sword with both hands as a symbol of surrender.

"That's fine,"

"Our Hai Kingdom does not kill civilians."

As the captain, whose face burned with embarrassment at being treated as a 'commoner,' 'Kujira' waved his hand.

"Leave the battlefield if you can cross the typhoon a second time."

"Thank you."

By the time the American looked up, the other person had vanished.

"Get moving! Sail the ship in the opposite direction from Yokosuka!"

As the warships gave up resistance, the extraordinary beings of the 'Sea Kingdom' let them go, leaping back into the sea to follow their elder 'Sea Roar,' who had stirred up a typhoon, on their way to Yokosuka.

These warships were ravaged by a typhoon once, and after escaping through the typhoon, they were just piles of scrap metal!
Instead of wasting chakra on them, there are still two aircraft carriers docked in Yokosuka's port; those are Yu's real targets.

To demonstrate extraordinary strength, weaken America, and take the opportunity to bring the 'Divine Tree' to the forefront. From the very beginning of his transmigration, Yu had already planned for this day.

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.

Yokosuka Base
"Quickly, gather the documents!"

"Ignore the equipment, take everything related to the extraordinary!"

Everywhere, people were running around carrying documents; military vehicles sped away on the ground; and beneath the surface, a frantic relocation was underway in secret laboratories: documents concerning supernatural research, and:

"General?"

"As you command, Dr. Stephen!"

The unquestionable order coming from the phone made the gray-haired doctor sigh.

".yes,"

After hanging up the phone, he turned to look at the large octopus in the glass container.

Five meters is already the limit for an ordinary octopus.

"Doctor, are you hesitating?"

The octopus in the glass container waved its tentacles and typed on a keyboard to ask questions.

"Yes, little Kshira."

Looking at the extraordinary being he had personally 'taught', the old doctor sighed again.

"Something's happened outside, we have to leave."

?

"Oh, can I also gain 'freedom'?"

Upon hearing the electronic voice's question, the old doctor lowered his head and then turned around.

"Yes Yes."

You'll be 'free' soon.

Having made up his mind, the gray-haired doctor walked to the control panel next to him, entered the password to open a closed controller, and the red buttons inside were so glaringly obvious.

It was as if the clown's nose was mocking his insincerity.

Forgive me, little Kshetra
With a heavy heart, the doctor finally reached out and pressed the button.

boom----

The next second, a muffled 'explosion' rang out in the underground laboratory, and shards of glass flew out like knives, knocking the doctor in the white coat away.

Thump,

He fell heavily to the ground.

A shard of bulletproof glass was embedded in his chest.

"Cough cough cough,"

Dr. Stephen coughed up a mouthful of blood, then turned his head with difficulty to look at the giant octopus that had expanded and broken free.

"You've recovered?"

"Yes, Doctor."

The giant octopus that had filled the entire laboratory shrank again, twisting and deforming as it shrank, until finally:
She transformed into a blonde, blue-eyed beauty with long, flowing curly hair.

? !
"This is this"

"This is what your daughter looks like,"

The doctor only realized belatedly that the beautiful woman in the white coat was the one giving him the answer!

"Language skills, hidden strength. Who are these people?"

“You taught me, Doctor.”

The beautiful woman knelt down in front of the doctor, her innocent face showing a serious expression.

“You didn’t specifically teach me this knowledge, but in your interactions with other people, you habitually hide key information from them, and I have been imitating your behavior.”

Is that really the case? In other words:

"Yes, I know you won't set me free, Doctor."

"Just like now, you were about to kill me."

After speaking, the beauty who was transformed from an octopus lowered her eyes.

"It's a real shame. I originally thought our relationship could be considered 'family'."

"Ahem, I'm sorry, it was I who betrayed you."

The old doctor, with glass shards embedded in his chest, smiled with relief.
"Go, little Kshetra."

Go pursue your freedom and don't easily trust anyone.

"Farewell, Doctor."

The blonde beauty raised her hand to close the doctor's eyes as his breath grew weaker, then stood up and walked out of the laboratory.

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.

P.S.: I've written 20,000 words. Let me take a break.
(End of this chapter)