"Eh?"
"A Black Hawk helicopter crashed in 1-chome due to sudden thick fog in Kita-Senju Town. Fortunately, there were no casualties..."
Akiyoshi Kaoru, who was scrolling through her phone while eating breakfast, paused her finger.
"It actually crashed in the city."
"After the 'Osprey', is even the 'Black Hawk' unreliable now?"
The crash of an American aircraft was nothing new to the people of the island nation. With so many planes taking off and landing every day, it was perfectly normal for some malfunctions to occur.
"One? No casualties?"
Akiyoshi Yuu, sitting opposite her, rolled his eyes.
There were clearly five!
Never mind the passersby and residents, weren't the American soldiers people too?
"How dare they report such nonsense-filled news?"
Akiyoshi Yuu was definitely qualified to say this. After all, he was truly 'at the scene, saw it with his own eyes'.
If he hadn't taken out those five Black Hawk helicopters, it would be a question mark whether the two 'underlings' he created could have escaped unscathed.
"It's about America, how could they let us see the truth?"
"Let's not talk about this. Brother, are you really going to school with that bad woman?"
Putting down her phone, Akiyoshi Kaoru asked with a serious expression.
"...Nao is not a 'bad woman'. You used to be very clingy to her."
Akiyoshi Yuu was somewhat speechless at his sulking sister.
"Let's go, let's go to school happily."
"I don't know how long these peaceful days can last."
...
"Hmph."
With a light snort, Akiyoshi Kaoru said no more.
Two days ago, her brother had killed four pieces of scum. Although it was 'self-defense', killing was still killing.
Akiyoshi Kaoru certainly didn't want to see her brother go to jail, not even for a day! She naturally accepted Akiyoshi Yuu's act of destroying the bodies, but that didn't mean the matter was over. Maybe tomorrow, maybe the next second, the police would come knocking.
In the face of this crisis, the things that had happened in the past seemed to have become acceptable...
"I will never forgive that bad woman!"
Akiyoshi Kaoru, walking out of the house, expressed her position again, making Akiyoshi Yuu nod helplessly.
"Yes, yes, yes."
"Yuu-kun, little... Akiyoshi-san."
At the intersection not far away, the class president, nervously pushing up her glasses, waved to the two.
"Nao, let's go together."
"Ah... okay."
Bunkyo Ward.
"I'm leaving."
Kishida Jun, in his school uniform, carrying a school bag and holding a folded umbrella, left his apartment.
But he didn't go directly to Koishikawa Middle School. Instead, he turned a corner and walked towards the residential area next to it.
Knock, knock, knock.
"It's Jun-chan... ah, I've troubled you again."
The one who opened the door was a middle-aged woman with a haggard face. Seeing the breakfast in the boy's hand, she forced herself to greet him.
"Do you want to come in and sit for a while?"
"No, I still have to go to school."
Handing the breakfast he had bought on the way to the woman in front of him, Kishida Jun hesitated for a moment.
"Auntie Mihue, please take care of your health."
"Give me some time, and I will let you completely walk out of your sorrow, I swear."
...
"To have Jun-chan comfort me, I'm such a failure as an adult."
The haggard-faced woman wanted to smile, but her face was full of bitterness. Her name was Miyashita Mihue, Miyashita Ryoko's mother.
Ever since her daughter's death in a car accident half a year ago, the woman's spirit and body had almost collapsed. She frequently made mistakes at work and was ordered by her husband to rest at home. However, she was still in a daze most of the time, forcing Kishida Jun to bring her breakfast every few days.
"Auntie Mihue, please wait patiently."
After saying goodbye to her and hearing the sound of soft sobs from behind the closed door, Kishida Jun clenched the umbrella in his hand.
If the experience of waiting for the rain at school before was just 'half-believing',
then what he had seen last night had already made Kishida Jun convinced.
This world really does have supernatural beings!
Werewolves, Kamimai... police, and even the American military had been mobilized.
Although he hadn't been able to get the 'Killing Stone' from the werewolf's forehead, the existence of these supernatural beings meant:
Shiro Mujou hadn't lied to him.
Resurrecting Ryoko.
Was not a fantasy!
What people fear most is not seeing hope. As long as there is a possibility, even if the chance is only one in ten thousand, it is enough to make countless people fight for it!
To resurrect Ryoko, let alone hunting supernatural beings, even if his target was the army... he would not hesitate.
Having obtained 'supernatural power' for only two days, Kishida Jun's mentality had already changed drastically.
With a sharp weapon in hand, the intent to kill arises on its own!
The other 'party involved' last night,
was in:
"Hiss~~"
The metal tweezers were pulled out, and with a pop, a string of blood and dirt came out.
Ting.
The deformed bullet fell to the ground, causing a layer of cold sweat to appear on Tanimura Wataru's ferocious face.
"Damn America..."
Muttering curses, he took out a medical spray and aimed it at the wound to stop the bleeding and sterilize it.
The tactical flashlight hanging from the ceiling cast a bright light, illuminating the mud-caked walls around him.
Two backpacks were placed on the ground, randomly stuffed with various guns, night vision goggles, grenades, medical kits... all 'high-end goods' contributed by the American soldiers, and even military energy bars... who knows which old black soldier was on a mission and actually carried rations with him.
"Although 'demonic power' can restore injuries, the consumption is also great."
After treating the wounds on his body, Tanimura Wataru, who was covered in bandages, stood up and moved his body.
Any junior ninja could use the 'Transformation Jutsu' to turn into a dog. But the Inuzuka clan's 'Four-legged Jutsu' was naturally not an ordinary transformation jutsu.
While transforming into a dog, one gained additional constitution, strength, and speed bonuses, as well as sharp claws and teeth, and a keen sense of smell. Although an overly keen sense of smell could lead to the embarrassing scene of being 'knocked out' by someone's fart, the boost to combat power was definitely among the best of the junior ninjas.
"I'm so hungry, I need to eat a lot of meat."
Taking a big bite of an energy bar, Tanimura Wataru, hiding in the sewer, began to plan his next move.
Having killed so many American soldiers, the outside must be searching for him like crazy.
Plainclothes police, cameras, drones... I have to be careful of these things in the future.
Being found so quickly before, a simple disguise was apparently not enough. His ability to transform into an 'animal' had also been exposed, so... if he maintained a 'semi-transformed' state, as long as his face, hands, and feet didn't reveal any flaws, could he disguise himself as another person?
With this plan flashing through his mind, Tanimura Wataru began to practice 'transformation' in the sewer.
A certain transmigrator, leisurely going to school, felt the proficiency of the transformation jutsu constantly increasing.
How diligent.
Akiyoshi Yuu, sitting in the classroom, looked out the window.
Not only his underling, but Akiyoshi Yuu himself was also controlling the crow in the sky, constantly patrolling this city.
Kita-Senju Town, 1-chome.
This place was like a war zone. Not a single pedestrian could be seen on the streets, only police officers in uniform everywhere, all armed with live ammunition.
There were also helicopters patrolling in the sky. If mobilizing the Self-Defense Forces wasn't too sensitive, and considering the quality of the Self-Defense Forces, this place should be guarded by soldiers.
Police cars were lined up to block all intersections, completely sealing off this area.
All residents were relocated to hotels in other areas, on the grounds of handling the American crash incident. This made the evicted residents mutter to themselves, wondering if the suzerain state's plane was carrying some radioactive materials, biological weapons, or something.
Otherwise, why such a big fuss?
In the face of the fully operational state machinery, the thousands of people living in this area left 'without complaint'.
Even on the internet, besides a bland accident report, there was no more buzz, and it was instantly drowned in a large number of celebrity scandals.
"Absolutely not!"
"No unauthorized personnel are allowed to pass—"
Outside the sealed area, a middle-aged police inspector in charge of sealing this place, his eyes red and his forehead pressed against the muzzle of an American soldier's gun, roared without giving an inch.
"Don't try to scare me with some 'military operation'. I haven't received any orders about you. Shoot if you have the guts!"
"This... sir,"
The American captain leading the group had an ugly face. He, a 'high-ranking official of the suzerain state', was usually treated with respect by everyone in the island nation. Now, he was being sprayed with saliva, how could he not be angry?
However, no matter how angry he was, he couldn't just order the other party to be shot. What's more, this bald island nation police officer was clearly not afraid of death!
"Please step aside, we are under orders..."
"Without an order from the Ministry of Defense, no one is allowed to pass!"
Pulling out the pistol from his waist, the bald inspector's eyes were red, ignoring the muzzles aimed at him from all around.
"Whoever dares to cross the cordon, according to the law, I have the right to shoot to kill!"
The bald inspector, with a 'go ahead and kill me' attitude, 'gouged' the American captain in front of him with a man-eating gaze.
"My son died."
"Just last night, right here!"
"He died from a 5.56mm caliber rifle bullet. Do you know who did it?"
"You want to pass? Come on, step over my dead body—"
"Oh, shit!!"
The American captain cursed angrily, the veins on his forehead throbbing.
To have him, in full view of the public, order the shooting of an island nation police officer?
Don't be ridiculous. It was true that America was the island nation's father, but he was just a small captain. No matter how the conflict ended, he would definitely have to go to a military tribunal.
The politicians on Capitol Hill would not hesitate for a moment to use him to appease the island nation's anger.
"Contact the lieutenant general and ask him to pressure the other side."
In the end, the captain could only 'if there's a problem, find the leader'.
If a real fight broke out, you take the credit, and I go to jail? For only a few thousand dollars a month, what's there to risk my life for?