Dragon Clan: Fujimaru-san is saving the world

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ps: It is better to use all of you is all of me as the background music in this chapter

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"If you read history, you will know that the Menggui clan and the eight Sheqi families are essentially from the same source. Our roots lead to the bloodline of that great existence. Some of us will turn into noble mixed-race elites, and some will degenerate. For despicable ghosts, this has nothing to do with faith and self, it is just a simple and cruel selection."

The girl on the platform said the opening words calmly, but some people present frowned, because they knew that what the girl said was right.

Hybrids are a mixture of dragons and humans, and more than 90% of hybrids in Japan are derived from one of the two most noble kings of dragons, the White King.

The white king's bloodline is almost comparable to that of the original king, so he is naturally nobler than the four great monarchs. This is the secret of Japanese mixed-race species, which is not known to the outside world. With this advantage, Japan is actually the land with the most excellent mixed-race species in the world, and countless monsters have been born in this place.

But this advantage will inevitably bring about persecution. The powerful dragon blood means that it can more easily erode human genes. The hybrids who can survive will become the elite of the world, and those who cannot survive will degenerate into "ghosts".

The fierce ghosts are such a group of people. They are cursed by the noble blood, not only their bodies, but also their souls! Born as a ghost, I also long to fall like this, let my blood trace back to my origin, and finally transform into a dragon!

Fujimaru Ritsuka captured everyone's expressions. Even the heads of the family seemed to be frowning, hesitating whether to step forward to stop her from continuing.

Because they must have thought about this issue after reaching this position, and they naturally came to the conclusion——

The fierce ghosts cannot be killed.

"They are like our shadows, and no one can kill his own shadow, so even though a thousand years have passed, we have not completely eradicated the existence of the fierce ghosts!"

The girl continued, revealing the cruel reality without giving everyone time to react.

"Thousands of years have passed, and the evil ghosts that were once despised have gradually turned into a lingering shadow of the eight Sheqi families, and into a "curse" that seems to be irresistible. It seems that as long as you stop the slaughtering knife and ask yourself, you will find that it is An endless nightmare."

The sound rose from low to high, like a siege hammer hitting the psychological defenses of those present.

"We may have to ask ourselves, why can we do something that has not been done for thousands of years?"

It was dead silence.

It was like an army confronting each other with thunder and drums, and densely packed warriors charging at each other with knives and halberds. They fell together, leaving only the bloody dust and corpses strewn in the silence of the battlefield. Everyone felt as if a heavy weight had been placed on their hearts. Object, difficult to move.

They could have deceived themselves and lived their lives as law enforcers and family members under the orders of their masters, working indifferently until they grew old, or they could have died holding a broken samurai sword in front of the fierce ghosts. Under the claws of his minions, he took the family's pension and drove westward, leaving his goal to his descendants.

But now that the truth was revealed, everyone couldn't help but feel depressed, because not only could they not see the end of their bad fate before death, but now they didn't even have thoughts after death.

No one blamed the girl for speaking harshly, but the atmosphere at the scene had undoubtedly reached rock bottom at this moment. Several family heads secretly smacked their lips, and the head of the Sakurai family tightened his shoulders, with a chill written all over his beautiful face.

As someone who is running in the business world, she doesn't know that it is difficult to recover after a blow to morale. Now that she was in this situation, she didn't know what to say when she went up to speak.

She turned her head and looked at the surrounding family heads. The Miyamoto family head also had a serious face, but she always felt that he seemed to trust the girl more than she did. Why? Just because he has personally analyzed the abnormalities in the girl's genetic sequence?

The head of the Inuyama family was even more surprised. He seemed to have never doubted the girl's strength from beginning to end, and just watched happily like a tolerant elder.

Why are you? Is Fujimaru Ritsuka your illegitimate daughter?

The head of the Sakurai family couldn't stand it anymore, so she let go of her arms and tried to stand up, forcibly interrupting the breathless atmosphere.

But right now——

"Why do you have to bow your head?"

What broke the silence was a simple question.

Everyone was stunned and looked left and right instinctively.

"Asking again, why do you have to bow your head?"

The girl's voice was loud and clear, as if the morning dew fell from the leaf buds and fell into the middle of the pond, causing ripples, like a storm blowing over the green grass. She stepped on the ground forcefully and took a step forward. The sound vibrations turned into signals and were amplified by the op amp circuit. , eventually reaching everyone’s ears.

"This is obviously the place where the answer should be given, right? Why can we do it? Isn't the answer very simple?"

The girl's natural tone attracted everyone's attention. Their eyes were attracted to the air accordion that transformed into the girl's hands, and they could not move away.

"Why can we do something that we have not been able to do for thousands of years? Wrong! It is precisely because this hatred has lasted for thousands of years that we can win!!"

It was as if Wright had caught the loophole in the opponent's words, as if Makoto Naegi's bullet was loaded, the sonorous and powerful words were like a knife tearing through the air that had been filled before, sweeping the entire audience with ease.

"Thousands of years are by no means proof of our humiliating past and failure. On the contrary, they are the precipitation of history, the weight of the long river of time, and the opportunity for victory that has been poured out by countless warriors with their lives and blood!"

"Thousands of years ago, we and the fierce ghosts were bathed in the blood of the Dragon King. We bit and tore each other, killing each other in primitive and barbaric ways!"

"Time has passed, and countless lives have been piled up. We have formed an organization in order to drag the evil spirits to the abyss of hell more efficiently!"

"Then, we will expand our scale, and each generation of "Emperor" will lead us to knock down the fierce ghosts to the ground again and again, so that the people on this land will be protected from disasters!"

"We have experienced heavy blows and were once on the verge of destruction, but we have survived. Thousands of years later, we are now—"

The girl's mouth is like a machine gun, and her body movements are exaggerated and intense.

"Genji Heavy Industries is our base, a towering building standing in the center of Tokyo. We demonstrate our power and power under the sun, but the monster that once sucked each other's stinky blood with us is already hiding in the corner of this city. This Why?"

"The answer is simple. Thousands of years of development have widened the gap between us! Now we have Princess Kaguya, who can monitor all the movements in this city at all times. As long as someone comes into contact with the Internet, we will detect and set a trap and catch them all. "

"We have unprecedentedly sufficient personnel. As long as we fight head-on, we can stuff guns and samurai swords into the dermatitis of those evil spirits!!"

The vulgar words surprised and delighted these rough men. Some of them flushed and downed a bottle of Yamazaki vodka, waving their arms and cheering loudly. They all responded! It was this opportunity that Fujimaru Ritsuka seized. She easily grasped the moment when her emotions arose, and her eyes moved to the side of the stage——

"We have the Sakurai family! The huge business empire provides us with a steady stream of funds, and the rain of gold allows us to build military fortresses one after another, expand personnel, strengthen equipment, and reserve combat power!"

"We have the Miyamoto family! The giant of technology is the sword in the stone that leads us to victory! The reason why we cannot completely eradicate the fierce ghosts is because we have no way to prevent their birth, but that is the past! Now Snake Qi The genetic engineering of the eight companies can already detect the ratio of dragon blood before childbirth, and can improve genetic defects after birth! Eradication of the fierce ghosts is no longer pure despair!"

The two heads of the family were confused. They were originally just guests. They were powerful people who were out of reach of those present, and they were also pioneers who were far away from their hearts. All they could usually get was awe, fear, and panic. Bow, when have you ever received such ardent attention as now?

His eyes were red and his face was flushed, as sincere as if he were seeing his parents again.

They didn't even realize that this was a casual gesture of kindness from the girl. They were easily infected by the emotions of the crowd and fell into thinking and silence.

Before her speech could stop, the girl extended her hand to the other head of the family and spoke fiercely.

"We have the head of the Inuyama family! He has provided us with the beautiful orioles and swallows! He has provided us with a psychedelic wonderland that we can linger in after a life-and-death struggle. It is the fantasy land of samurai, the last holy land, and a place where we can relax after a tiring journey. A paradise for rest! This is the bottom line that we must protect with our lives!"

The noise caused by the male law enforcement officers could no longer be suppressed. They waved and fist-bumped in the air to vent their approval.

But for some reason, even some female family members followed suit and screamed.

The sine curve turned into passion was approaching the top, and the girl also quickened her pace. She closed her arms and clenched her fists to give a strong emotional signal. She randomly stretched out a finger and her expression became ferocious.

"The ancestors built an empire on this land. It was conceived with sincere ideas and dedicated to noble ideals. Under the scorching sun called ideals are the cold shadows of fierce ghosts, crawling and fleeing creatures. evildoer!

This civil war lasted for thousands of years, was sacred but bloody, cruel but inescapable! To test whether we or any warrior who is beholden to the family can survive for a long time, proudly, and proudly!

The heavy shackles that have bound us to each other for generations, then destroy them!

Cut it off! Cut it! minced!

Not the past, not the future, just now! It is up to our generation to end the thousand-year-old hatred and suffering with our own hands, with the swords in our hands and the blood flowing in our chests! "

Pointing her finger to the sky, the girl's red hair looked like the burning sun in the light! Ignite the soul of every audience!

The tone was lowered, and the atmosphere plummeted, but then he took a breath and changed the subject.

The heart is like a thunder drum, and the blood bursts out to the whole body. The girl is like a knight about to end in a Western drama, chanting at a high speed like never before, like a swan song!

"If you don't have the confidence to do it, then believe in the companions behind you! Believe in the predecessors who are still fighting on the front line! Believe in those ancestors who have sacrificed their lives for this magnificent and vast journey! Believe in the long history. The completed Tower of Babel will eventually lead to the Holy Church above the clouds and mist! And I am willing to be a drop in the ocean of that victory!"

"I'm not good at words, so I use actions to prove myself. I happen to be two and a half minutes late, so let's use this as a self-punishment to perform a "one-shot technique"!"

"Fujimaru Ritsuka, attack!"

After saying this, the girl dropped the microphone, took the katana she had previously ordered Misubuki Sakura to bring, and held the handle of the sword flat with the blade.

Facing the gaze of the crowd, she took a few steps, and the crowd in that area dispersed. People were not afraid, but simply aroused curiosity and excitement, wanting to know about this smooth-talking girl. What can be done, what should be performed.

I saw Fujimaru Ritsuka finally stopping in front of "a high tower".

It was a literal tower, but essentially made of beer in glass bottles.

It started building up from the ground, one layer after another, and finally surpassed the average height of everyone present and stayed at a height of about two meters. Dark brown glass bottles are piled up in rows, just like the appearance of Genji Heavy Industries, a tall columnar building that is darker than any other building in the night.

The girl holds the mouth of the sheath with her left hand, presses it with her little finger, rubs the left belt, and pulls her left elbow back to complete a perfect and impeccable sheath.

Inuyama Ga, who had been silent in the back row, finally opened his eyes in surprise.

hiss.----

Inhale and adjust your breathing.

The girl has never gone deep into the art of swordsmanship professionally, and in her previous life she did not have the talent to master it besides fisting and kicking, but the girl in this life is different.

Her powers of observation were inherited from the vast experience of her previous life, and her body was under perfect control after more than ten years of training. Although she had only seen it once in her life, she was sure that she could recreate it.

The fierce ghosts, Liuli in the wind, drew their swords to kill them.

In an instant, he put his chest to his knees, held the knife level at the height of his left ear, bent his right elbow inward, stepped on the ground, swung the long knife away, dragging out infinitely stretched white light, the girl's figure became blurred, and finally disappeared, people were What I saw in this quiet moment was an arc like the sinking moon in a still lake.

It was not a sword, because at the moment when everything went silent, they could see the girl swinging the sword again, and another piece of debris flew out of the beer hall.

Just as the girl said, she was just doing a "one-shot technique" that she should perform after being late for the reception, and the name of this technique is——

Smoke the tablecloth.

It's as simple as the name. Just cover the table with cloth and then put heavy objects on it. Players need to squeeze the tablecloth with their hands and quickly pull it out without letting the things on it fall over.

The principle of this operation is very simple. It is just inertia and force analysis that all junior high school students know. As long as the pulling force is large enough to ignore the friction of the tabletop and heavy objects, it can be successful.

If you switch to drawing the sword and slashing, you must be trying to cut off a layer of beer bottle caps and keep the others from falling, right?

Indeed, if the speed is fast enough, the beer on the upper layer will fall vertically to the bottom, eventually forming a new equilibrium state, but this is much more difficult than smoking a tablecloth. And what the girl did - she slashed dozens of them almost at the same time! Cut off the bottle caps on all levels of the dozen-story beer tower horizontally, making it become shorter by more than ten centimeters without any distortion! !

However, those present had no chance to be surprised.

Because they clearly saw that the splashed beer bottle caps actually collided and hit each other in the air, drawing complex and intertwined lines, and then hit the white wall behind them one after another, embedded in them, and outlined a clearly visible pattern.

It says

The girl returned to the stage, with a pattern of wine bottle caps behind her, and she picked up the microphone and said.

"This is the end of my speech. The new member of the Sheqi Eight Family Executive Bureau, Fujimaru Ritsuka——"

【よろしく】

"Please take care of me!"

bow.

What came first was silence, a silence different from before.

Immediately, I saw two people in the crowd who were the first to react. One had a wretched temperament, and the other held up his glasses. They looked at each other and quickly ran to the two wings of the crowd. They squatted down and screamed with all their strength.

"Fujimaru Ritsuka!!!————"

Taking this as the starting point, everyone began to follow the same tune, and the silence was swallowed up by the roar of the storm, along with people's sanity. Passed from one to another, in the end no one could escape this huge group effect.

The rest is just noise.

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ps: In the last few chapters, we will wrap up the side quests buried earlier and develop the character’s bond lines. The first volume will be over.

Please don't hold too much expectations and look forward to the second volume of "Tokyo Knights"! The girl’s radio tower incident! 》