I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 49 The Dragon Field Trio

Da da da,

As night fell, a helicopter belonging to the Metropolitan Police Department took off and flew eastward.

After traversing almost the entire Tokyo metropolitan area, I arrived at Katsushika Ward, located in the easternmost part of Tokyo.

"Report the situation!"

Director Zhu Ya, her face dark with anger, jumped off the plane; her ashen face was almost dripping with water.

"yes,"

"May 25th, 2:26 AM."

"Our office has been subjected to an extraordinary attack; all 46 staff members on duty have inexplicably fainted."

Facing the head of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, the warden was also sweating profusely. Although the 'Tokyo Detention Center' was under the Ministry of Justice and had no affiliation with the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, the other party was a powerful figure authorized by the Cabinet to oversee all supernatural events. With such a major blunder occurring here today, he couldn't escape charges of dereliction of duty.

Although the situation he encountered would have been the same for anyone.

"It's him?"

Upon arriving at the monitoring room and reviewing the surveillance footage, Director Zhu Ya was slightly taken aback.

"Yihua, what do you think?"

"Director, Commander Iori is currently overseeing the Nerima Ward."

Fuji Seiko, who was following behind him, spoke up, bringing Director Takeya back to her senses.

Yes, Kazuka and Watari Tanimura stayed in Nerima Ward and are inspecting the scene, hoping that Watari Tanimura's super sense of smell will find some clues.

Fuji Seiko, who came with him, was unaware of the existence of 'Mr. San', and naturally could not offer any advice.

"Let's go to the scene."

"This scene is truly bloody."

In the prison's central courtyard, a large number of forensic personnel in protective suits had already arrived at the scene and were collecting fragments of flesh and blood!
"Director,"

The other section chief in charge of the scene saluted and then reported the situation.

“We are working to collect the remains of the prisoners who died from ‘self-destruction’, and we expect to finish the work in 3 hours.”

"Well, well done."

Although it was infuriating that the supernatural being could come and go from the prison as freely as a public toilet, that "Mr. Three" still left behind quite a few "good things".

Director Zhu Ya adjusted her glasses as her gaze fell on the bloody, bomb-like marks that covered the ground.

Sitting in his position, he is exposed to deaths almost every day, 12 hours a day without interruption.

A mere prisoner, once he dies, he's dead.

But what we can gain from them is the most important thing!
It is not difficult to see from the surveillance footage that "Mr. San" is creating a new extraordinary being in a way that is different from that of Tanimura Wataru.

The splattered flesh and blood on the ground, though merely 'failed products' of the other side's experiment, were a treasure in the eyes of the island nation's government! For extraordinary research, even a single hair or a drop of blood was invaluable!
"Director, here are the files on the three who escaped."

"Um,"

After receiving the materials from the secretary, Director Zhu Ya didn't actually look at them, but she recognized the three people.

Because they are all notorious criminals from the island nation!

It's not that they are particularly vicious, but rather that they are quite a topic of discussion in certain aspects.

For example: a teenager who suffers permanent amnesia due to a car accident, believes himself to be a good person, but is actually a villain who has bullied many people; a teenager who kills his victims after they come to his door, and then stands innocently in court, making it difficult to convict him due to the inconsistency between the subjective and objective elements of the crime.

And a young man who committed murder and fled, first disfigured himself to evade capture, then underwent several plastic surgeries, and played a game of 'hide-and-seek' with the police for two and a half years. Later, he became a sensation because of his handsome face, published an autobiography in prison, made a fortune, and gained a large number of female fans.

There was also a man who killed his opponent with two shots, making countless 'elite bodyguards' a laughing stock.

"Hopefully these three won't cause any major trouble,"

Of course, if one were in another's shoes and gained extraordinary power... Director Zhuya shook her head, deciding to simply not think about it at all.

As the saying goes, "The more debts you have, the less you worry; the more lice you have, the less they itch." He couldn't control what those extraordinary individuals wanted to do.

There's nothing we can do about it!
These are truly turbulent times.
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.

Shibuya at night is a paradise for young people.

Department stores, fashion boutiques, restaurants, coffee shops, amusement facilities, and adult entertainment venues are densely packed together, making it a veritable '24-hour sleepless street' where countless young people recklessly squander their youth and money.

Various street performers either sing and play instruments or perform performance art. They are all young people coming and going, and they must have at least one of the following: money, talent, or good looks.

What? You don't have any of these?
Then why aren't you home sleeping!
As an iconic location, the "10,000-person crossroads" outside Shibuya Station is a frequent subject of disaster movies worldwide.

Lost in Translation, Resident Evil: Afterlife, and Fast & Furious 3 were all filmed here.

Excuse me,

A magnetic voice rang out in front of him, causing two hot girls walking side by side on the street to stop in their tracks.

"What the hell—"

"Handsome, is there something you need?"

The blonde bombshell, who had been about to berate the other woman, suddenly dropped her voice by more than ten decibels and switched to a soft, low-pitched tone.

"Is such that,"

The man who stopped them was a tall, handsome guy who looked to be in his thirties or forties, yet had the smooth skin of someone in their twenties. His black curly hair was full of artistic flair, and his straight features seemed to have a hint of mixed heritage, but they weren't harsh; instead, they had a touch of Eastern melancholy.

"I just came from 'home,' and I'm familiar with this place."

"Not very familiar with it."

The handsome man drew a circle with his finger and then shyly extended an invitation.

"Can I ask you some questions?"

After saying that, he gestured to the coffee shop next door.

"My treat."

"Okay, okay~~"

The two hot girls nodded repeatedly, their wigs almost flying off!

It wasn't that they were so thirsty, but rather that the young man was clean and didn't look like the kind of guy who would have a wild time.

His clothes, though seemingly from over a decade ago, were unmistakably designer brands; coupled with his handsome yet slightly melancholic face and youthful demeanor, he practically screamed "runaway young master."

Besides—even if it weren't for that, with a man this handsome, it's hard to say who would gain or lose in a one-night stand.

They are all experienced carnivores!
The three entered the coffee shop, and the man gentlemanly pulled out chairs for the two hot girls, while making no attempt to hide his novelty about this kind of place that he had never been before.

As the waiter brought the coffee, the three chatted and laughed from time to time.

The two hot girls were laughing the most. This handsome man with a melancholic air only had a shy smile: originally, this kind of smile was the most despised sign of an 'otaku' by hot girls, but they couldn't resist the man's good looks.

In short, it looks good no matter how you look at it!
Young people, both men and women, are pretty much the same; we're all attracted to good looks!

The other person clearly didn't understand 'popular' slang and lacked common sense.

But his elegant speech, his ability to readily quote famous anecdotes, and his charming demeanor made the two hot girls squeeze their legs together, afraid of spilling coffee on the floor.

"Ahem, it's time to go, young master."

Just as the three were having a pleasant conversation, a short man wearing a mask and sportswear entered the coffee shop and walked straight over.

"Ah, is it this late already?"

The handsome man raised his wrist, glanced at his expensive watch, and then took out his wallet.

"Waiter, Checkout."

"What a pity!" "Look, they went to the five-star hotel on the corner!"

"As expected of a rich kid experiencing life, he leaves so carefree. Damn it, I'll never forget this encounter for the rest of my life~~"

Two hot girls sat in the coffee shop, feeling sorry for themselves. Compared to this 'young nobleman' they had just met, all the guys they had slept with before were just a bunch of hot monkeys.

Absolutely no fun whatsoever!

When have these hot girls ever met such a 'perfect' combination of good looks, wealth, and charm?
If I could fire a single shot, it would be worth dying for!

Unfortunately, they didn't mean it that way at 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.

"Young master, this way please."

In a five-star hotel on the street corner, led by a short man wearing a mask, the two took the elevator to the presidential suite on the top floor.

Wow, you got your check-in documents sorted out so quickly?

Upon entering, the handsome man looked around and couldn't help but whistle.

"To be honest, I've never stayed in a presidential suite—although with my writing fees, I could easily afford it."

Unfortunately, as a serious offender serving a life sentence, he had no money to spend.

"Keep your voice down, I'm checking the room."

The middle-aged man who was carefully inspecting the furnishings in the room looked up. He had delicate features and wore glasses, and looked like an ordinary office worker: although he did work odd jobs in a factory before he went to prison.

"With you, a former member of the Self-Defense Forces, around, I feel much more at ease."

The handsome man sat down on the sofa and began looking for the remote control.

"The appliances here are voice-activated."

"That's it,"

The handsome man seemed rather wistful.
"I only spent more than ten years in prison, but when I came out, the world felt completely different."

Everything has changed – from clothing and food to architectural styles and even the currency that has been used for decades! Of course, the most obvious change is the smartphone that everyone has.

Before he went to prison, cell phones were just communication devices; now, they are an essential part of human life.

Seeing his companion's reminiscing about the glorious past, the middle-aged man who had finished checking the room came over and tossed two passports to the other two people.

"This is something I 'borrowed,' so I'll use it for now."

"Thanks,"

The handsome young man picked up his passport and looked at the photo on it.

"Not as handsome as me, so be it."

"What are your plans next?"

The short man removed his mask and asked a question.

He looked to be in his early twenties, with a baby face, like a high school student.

However, as the first person to survive the prison 'battle royale', he is not as harmless as he appears: even with amnesia, his agility and ruthlessness remain.

Moreover, now they possess extraordinary power.

"Let me make this clear: if you intend to indiscriminately kill innocent people, I will kill you first."

His words were spoken slowly and deliberately, yet they were impossible to ignore.

"Hey, hey, hey, we're all serious criminals."

The handsome young man spread his hands.

"This isn't the 'battle royale' we used to be. We're free now; there's no need to keep fighting. What do you mean by that?"

"No, he's serious."

The bespectacled middle-aged man who handed the passports to the two men sat down and began to introduce them to the handsome young man.

“Suke Saito grew up in a single-parent family and is a violent offender and murderer.”

“A complete scumbag who bullied more than six people, both boys and girls, in a public school and was the ‘big brother’ of that school by threatening to film obscene videos.”

"Later, due to a car accident, I suffered permanent amnesia. After recovering, I believed that I was just an ordinary student: studying diligently, working part-time, and even joining the baseball team to work hard."

The students he bullied initially felt fear and confusion, but after realizing what was happening, they immediately banded together and unleashed their anger on him for being 'weak'.

However, he only suffered from amnesia, not stupidity. After a confrontation, Saito accidentally killed the person he thought was his 'bully'.

Standing in court,

Only then did he realize that he was the beginning of all evil!
"In short, this guy is a villain who firmly believes in justice."

Such a bizarre case caused quite a stir.

"Is there such a thing?"

The handsome young man was astonished. Sure enough, everyone in the Tokyo Detention Center was a talent. He should have talked to them more.

"It's decided, I'm going to write your story into my book—"

brush,

A dagger was held against his neck, interrupting the handsome young man's words.

"Even now, I still have not a single memory of the past."

“But if that ‘Suke Saito’ had stood in front of me, I would have killed him immediately!”

After saying that, he put away his dagger and sat on the other side, staring at his two companions.

“You too, remember this: if you indiscriminately kill the innocent and bully the weak, I will kill you as well.”

His original intention in leaving the prison was to prevent other criminals from escaping; in the Great Battle of the Court, he was also the one who killed the most people, all to reduce the number of escapees. You could say he was a very twisted guy.

"OK,"

As a handsome young man with a 'histrionic personality',

He accepted the bizarre premise of his companion being a 'righteous villain'.

"Then why don't you commit suicide?"

Faced with the handsome young man's question, Saito lowered his eyes.

"This was my mother's request; she wouldn't allow me to commit suicide."

After learning that he was the culprit behind everything, Saito accepted all the punishments without complaint and prepared to atone with his death, but was stopped by his mother: she was an ordinary woman who only knew how to work in the factory, did not know how to educate her children, and was completely unaware of all the sins her son had committed.

Faced with his mother's tearful pleas, Saito couldn't think of anything else he could do but atone in prison.

But now:

This power,

He clenched his fists, his abundant 'demon power' surging within him, and a thoughtful look flashed in the boy's eyes.

Although atonement can't change anything, if it can prevent more evil from happening, wouldn't that be a kind of compensation? Mother, if you 'died in battle,' then it wouldn't break our promise.

"Let me state in advance, I can kill."

The middle-aged man with glasses on the other side, 'Yamagami', spoke calmly.
“I still have a score to settle with those 'cults,' and if you try to stop me—”

crackling and popping

Lightning exploded outside the body on the mountain.
"I wouldn't mind sending you to meet the inactive rulers!"

(End of this chapter)