Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

The little boy ran back to the room crying.

Shouting while wiping away tears.

"Daddy's a badass! Daddy's a badass!"

The man picked up the remote control impatiently, pressed it hard, and turned on the TV.

The woman complained about him.

"Really, Kojiro is still a child, dad is too strict!"

"child!"

The man was pulling his throat.

"I'll be going to junior high school next year! I'm still a child! Look at this guy, he didn't even rank in the top three in this exam. What will he do when he grows up like this!"

"I didn't do well in the exam this time, so it's fine if I don't get a job next time. Dad, you are so serious. Kojiro likes Ultraman so much, and you even threw away his set and figures! Be careful that Kojiro won't forgive you in the future... ..."

Man waving a remote control.

"Just this kid, how dare you not forgive me, turn against him!"

"And what Ultraman! It's ridiculous. There are no Ultraman or monsters in this world. How long will it take Kojiro to understand this!"

"I will go to junior high school next year, and I still believe in Ultraman. This kind of child will have no future in this life!"

The man made his judgment decisively.

Turn on the TV, it's the news station.

"Let's look at the news from the Tokyo area..."

"Zi La... Zi La..."

A shower of snowflakes flashed by.

"Ow!"

"The earth-shaking monster Gorzan..."

The screen of the TV is jumping between news and monsters. One second is the host in a suit and leather shoes, leading the theme seriously, and the next second is an ultra-ancient dinosaur waving his forelimbs and crawling out of the magma.

The man and woman with the TV money fell silent, quietly watching the monster Gorzan showing off its power that shook the earth.

"The child's father..."

"Well, I'll go see if Jiro is asleep."

The man staggered to his feet, almost falling.

"correct."

He seemed to remember something.

"The garbage truck hasn't come yet."

"Ultraman's figure and setting collection..."

The sound of Dongdongdong's footsteps quickly faded away, and suddenly there was a loud noise, the man fell down.

The woman shook her head, dumbfounded.

On this day, similar incidents are frequently staged in Japan.

A middle school classroom.

"Come on, students, let's watch the big screen."

The teacher gestures to the slides.

The students raised their young faces one by one.

"Elephant...elephant..."

A certain kid Shinnosuke Nohara is performing his dance.

The big screen in the square plays the city promotional video.

Pedestrians come and go, bustling.

Shocking sound waves came from the speaker.

They were startled, looked left and right, and quickly found the source of the sound.

All eyes are on the big screen.

This is the opening title of a movie.

Several large characters appear on it.

"The Sinking of the Island"

Not only that.

The slogan on the electronic display beside the road was changed to "From now on, I will stand on the top!"

The audience of a certain Shinigami animation smiled knowingly, wondering if this is some kind of warm-up event, no matter how many times you say it, Aizen-sama is really handsome.

Only the author of the cartoon wants to cry but has no tears.

"Quickly tell me! How can I get started!"

"Where is your Zanpakuto!"

"How to awaken the holy text!"

Mr. Kubo held his head in pain.

"How many times have I said that!"

"What Zanpakuto! What Shijie! What holy text!"

"It's just a comic setting I made up!"

"Manga! Manga! Manga!"

"Do you even know what manga is?"

He is hysterical.

"Heh, aren't you honest!"

The interrogator sneered and played a video.

"You look good!"

Mr. Kubo looked up suspiciously.

In the video, a girl with a round head and round face is walking in the heavy snow with a bamboo sword in her arms.

Just when Kubo was wondering what the video meant, he heard the girl in the video speak. The heavy snow in the sky could not stop her voice, and it was clearly transmitted to Kubo's ears outside the screen, and the moment he heard the words clearly , opened his eyes wide in shock.

"Beginning to understand: Tongtian."

Then the wind and snow all over the sky became clear, and the clear sky was like jasper.

"This...this is!"

Kubo was dumbfounded.

The interrogator sneered again.

"Stupid!"

"Tell me, where is your Zanpakuto!"

Kubo woke up from the nightmare.

It's that one again...

He sighed sadly.

How to put this kind of thing, even he, a man who draws manga and weaves false dreams for children and adults, finds it incredible.

Obviously Zanpakuto and Shijie are just his settings in the comics.

Actually this reality came true.

Thinking of this, Kubo sighed again.

It is precisely because of this that when Zanpakuto and Shijie came true, he was targeted.

Kubo still doesn't know the origin of this mysterious organization, but what is certain is that their energy must be quite large, beyond imagination.

Nonsense, the bazooka is used in Tokyo, can it not be powerful?

At the beginning, they were very eager, and they used different tricks to give Kubo a trick every day, hoping to pry out the secrets of Hajime and Zanpakuto from him.

But what do you want Kubo to say about something you don't know at all!
He originally thought that these people were stupefied by reading comics, and he thought it was outrageous. Kubo also heard that some light writers were also serious about delaying manuscripts. He was hired by readers to come to the door with four detectives. I don't hear anything outside the window, and I only write updates for my life in a small black house.

But for someone like himself to be arrested and interrogated for a comic setting that doesn't exist at all, Kubo felt that it was outrageous and outrageous.

But later, when he watched the first explanation video of the girl with a round head and round face, and repeatedly confirmed that it was not some Hollywood special effect.

Kubo's worldview collapsed.

Even he himself had doubts.

Kubo stared suspiciously at his hands.

Maybe... I really have some kind of ability to draw false settings into reality... Maybe it is!

Thinking of this, Kubo was filled with excitement.

After a month, the excitement all cooled down to ice cold.

Any talents, any initial understanding, are all deceitful!
The mysterious organization probably had a similar conjecture. They gave Kubo a setting and a story outline, and asked Kubo to follow the drawing.

So, his hell came.

When I wake up every day, besides drawing, I just draw. Things like eating and going to the toilet are all stipulated in seconds. At the beginning, I can accept it. After a long time, I even want to die.

Can you imagine what it would be like to go to the toilet with a man in black standing guard outside the partition?

Once the muzzle of the time-out black hole was aimed at the forehead, it frightened Kubo into a psychological shadow.

When will such a day be the end!
Kubo sighed and opened the letter.

"Yesterday's heroine couldn't handle it well, she's too naive, give me some strength."

"There is also the awakening of the protagonist. I think it should be more handsome. You know what I mean. It's the kind of handsome that makes people awe-inspiring at a glance and wants to applaud."

Kubo's hand holding the letter was shaking.

After all, he didn't tear up the letter because he only had one life.

After all, this is the work of a big shot in the mysterious organization. Kubo will hand in the completed drawings every day, and he will receive a reply the next day.

Sometimes it is a thin sheet of paper, sometimes it is a thick stack.

In the beginning, it was in a business-like tone, but later, it became the impression after reading a manga.

This gave Kubo the feeling that the bigwigs of the mysterious organization had become his own readers.

He quickly shook his head vigorously.

No, no, what is he thinking, how could such a powerful mysterious organization...

But now, Kubo had to believe that this big man had really become his own reader.

And his reader is also a guy who has a considerable degree of insight into the plot direction and character setting of the comics.

Replying letters every day, gradually from the reading feeling to tomorrow's plot guidance.

But who is Kubo!

He's a poet who's part-time cartoonist.

This is both a cartoonist and a poet, and I know that Kubo must be proud.

So, no surprise, the next day he thought hard, scratched his head and scratched his head, and finally completed the drawing for the new day according to the content of the reply letter.

What, you say proud?

joke!

My lord, times have changed.

Aogu sounds good and awe-inspiring, but you can’t resist the person next to you with a gun in his hand. The most people urge you to send is to send blades. He is good. There are people with guns next to the comics, so I’m afraid of you Falling asleep can be said to be heart-warming.

It's just that the awe-inspiring handsomeness...

Kubo's hands trembled, and his face was expressive.

Who can tell him what it is, awe-inspiring handsomeness!
…………

"Master, what's wrong?"

Sakura asked.

Yuan Zhisheng, who inadvertently raised the corner of his mouth, hummed.

"Think of a funny guy, nothing."

Crow and Yasha leaned aside.

They were taking the observation elevator of Genji Heavy Industries, which was almost a miracle of engineering. They went straight from the first floor to the top floor, at a height of hundreds of meters, and arrived directly in one breath.

There is a space elevator setting in science fiction. Human beings can take this creation directly from the ground to the low-earth orbit of space, and then go to the space city.

Science fiction is of course fantasy, but if you want to find the closest creation on this planet to a space elevator, there is no doubt that it is Genji Heavy Industries' "Ladder to the Sky".

As the altitude rises, the scenery of Tokyo spreads under the feet, the crow can see the sea in the distance, and the endless stream of people below, there may be high-level executives from large clubs, and there are also Yakuza who wandered on the streets. They have different identities and statuses. But at this moment, without exception, they are all under his feet.

He crows, at the feet of a man of lowly Yakuza origin.

"Watch your gaze."

Yasha reminded him.

"He who looks down will never climb to the top."

"You and I are the ones who swear to follow" the young master until death.

"The young master is destined to move forward, no matter what."

"So you and I too."

The crow squinted at him.

Also keep your voice down.

"I said, you bastard."

1 He paused.

The expression on the face was even more difficult.

"What are you talking about?"

Yasha opened his mouth, closed it again, and finally just patted the crow's shoulder without saying a word, without saying anything.

Although the guy didn't say anything, from the crow's point of view, he was undoubtedly despising himself.

"Yasha, you bastard!"

Crow clenched his fists.

"Want to fight!" Yasha completely ignored him and looked ahead.

The crow was about to lose his temper when he heard a ding.

The destination has arrived.

Crow snorted softly, and under Sakura's gaze, straightened out his suit quickly, and held his head high.

The elevator door opened, Yuan Zhisheng was in front, and a group of people filed out.

Stepping on the wooden floor, there are gorgeous ukiyo-e prints on both sides. Being here is like coming to an antique house.

And when you realize that this is a high-rise hundreds of meters above the ground, you will involuntarily have a feeling of looking up at the mountains.

If you think about it casually, you will know that it must pay a huge price to decorate the first floor of Genji Heavy Industries with such a view.

But it doesn't matter how expensive it is.

Because this is the current patriarch of the Sheqi Eight Clans, the emperor who sits in the shadow of this country, a man named Tachibana Masamune, his will.

As long as he thinks about it, let alone transforming a certain floor of Genji Heavy Industries into the appearance of an ancient house, it is not impossible to restore the Emperor's Palace one by one.

The title of Shadow Emperor is not as simple as talking about it.

"Young master!"

The samurai guarding the gate held the sword at his waist and bowed to Minamoto.

"Ah."

Yuan Zhisheng nodded.

A samurai opened the door without raising his head, let alone cast a glance into the door.

He stooped back.

Yuan Zhisheng walked in.

A samurai stretched out his hand after Yuan Zhisheng passed, and stopped the three behind.

"I said you don't want to live anymore..."

The crow squinted and bumped forward.

The samurai drew his sword out of its sheath in silence.

"return!"

Yaksha grabbed the crow.

He cast a stern look.

"You idiot, don't cause trouble for the young master!"

The commotion at the door quickly subsided.

Inside the door, the old man who was playing with the tea set smiled kindly.

"Childish."

Tachibana Masamune pushed a cup of tea to the opposite side.

"You retainers are very interesting."

"It's because I didn't discipline well enough."

Yuan Zhisheng lowered his head slightly.

"Sorry to make you laugh."

"Hahaha."

Tachibana Masamune clapped his hands and smiled lightly.

"The so-called retainers should regard the lord as a more important existence than their own life. In my opinion, this young man named Crow is a bit reckless, but his loyalty is more precious than gold."

"Is that so, on behalf of Crow, thank you."

Yuan childishly smiled.

"Speaking of which, if this kid knows that the elders value him so much, the crow will definitely be so happy that he dances."

"Hahaha."

Tachibana Masamune waved his hand.

"Please don't say that, I'm just an old man who's about to die, immature, the future belongs to you young people, what's the evaluation of me as an old man?" "

"Are you young..."

Yuan Zhisheng turned the teacup in his palm.

At a certain moment, the man's gaze changed.

He drank the tea with the heroic spirit of drinking.

Yuan Zhisheng raised his head and looked straight into Tachibana Masamune's eyes.

"Everyone."

He said.

"Since the future belongs to young people, can you stop Kaguya Hime's actions?"

An air of silence enveloped the place.

"Oh."

Tachibana Masamune slowly cleaned the tea set.

His hands looked wrinkled, with a few age spots, full of marks left by the years.

But it is such a pair of hands that can determine the future of an island country.

"Children, can you tell me, who told you to come?"

"Your friend in North America?"

"Still, Mr. Principal?"

"neither."

Yuan Zhisheng replied.

"I met Lu Jun in the trial of bronze and fire not long ago."

Yuan Zhisheng seemed to have that sun-dazzling boy appearing in front of his eyes again.

It's really strange.

You are obviously a strong man, but you don’t have the posture that a strong man should have. As long as he shuts up, he is truly a strong man, but once Lu Mingfei opens his mouth to speak, the image of a strong man collapses instantly, and you will even have serious self-esteem. Doubt, is this guy still strong?What a joke!If you think about it carefully, you will think that this guy is a strong man, maybe he has some serious illness.

Yuan Zhisheng smiled involuntarily.

Lu Jun is such an interesting guy.

"I still have an unfinished battle with him."

"Well, if you can."

"I hope he returns to Kassel."

Tachibana Masamune raised his eyebrows unexpectedly.

"Childish."

"What you said sounds like it means that there is no will of others. This time you came to me only because of yourself..."

He paused and reorganized his words.

"Oh, no."

"It should be said that it is because of that S-rank Kassel, purely because of himself, you came to me."

"Is that so?"

Tachibana Masamune saw Minamoto nodding silently.

He shook his head with emotion.

"Your pride is childish, I know it."

"It can be seen in your eyes and regarded as an opponent."

"S-level, s-level."

"As expected of the next leader of the Secret Party."

"It seems that our Mr. Principal has indeed found a very good heir."

"Dad."

Yuan Zhisheng corrected.

"Not an opponent."

"Mr. Lu is a target for me to catch up with."

"I see."

Tachibana Masamune nodded knowingly.

They had another cup of tea.

"So, father, what's your answer?"

"Haha, Zhisheng, Zhisheng, you really have grown up."

"He even talked to Dad in a questioning tone."

Even so, Tachibana Masamune's smile looked extraordinarily cheerful, without any sign of irritation.

As we all know, the contemporary patriarchs of the Eight Snake Clans and their young patriarchs have an unusually harmonious relationship, which often occurs in power struggles in big families, and there is no trace of this aspect in Tachibana Masamune and Minamoto.

It's hard to believe that Tachibana Masamune and Yuan Zhisheng are two people who are clearly in high positions, but they can be like a father and son in an ordinary family, with a harmonious relationship, a loving father and a filial son.

Tachibana Masamune said more than once, even in front of other parents, that he hoped that Yuan Zhisheng could take over the burden on his shoulders as soon as possible, and lead the mixed races in this country to the next step as the head of the Saki Hachi Family. to the new era.

No one would doubt that Tachibana Masamune, who said these words, had feelings for Yuan Zhisheng.There is no doubt that he really treats Yuan Zhisheng as his own child.

This is also a matter of course. If it is said that Tachibana Masamune's feelings for Yuan Zhisheng are false, he pretended to perform for others, then this person...

No, there is no such if.

Tachibana Masamune is Tachibana Masamune, the most respected and beloved patriarch of the Saki Hachi Family. Without this man, the Saki Hachi Family and the mixed race of the island nation, who were slumped after World War II, would have fallen under the suppression of Angers. .

There would never be such a thriving situation as it is now.

It can be said that the Saki Bajia was able to struggle out of the ruins after World War II, all thanks to this man named Tachibana Masamune.

Without him, there would be no Sheqi Bajia today.

The same is true for Yuan Zhisheng.

Without Dad, he would not be where he is today.

"But, childish."

Tachibana Masamune said.

"The war has begun."

Yes, the war has begun.

The battleground is the country's internet.

Two artificial intelligences, Norma and Kaguya Hime, or in other words, two gods in the online world, are using this country's network as a battlefield, fighting with bayonets.

A god is a god, this is no exaggeration to call it, but the aftermath of the battle has already made the country restless, and all activities that have a side with the Internet, on this day, there have been problems of one kind or another.

There has been a lot of noise on the forum. The netizens in this country are excited. In their view, this is undoubtedly a war. It is a declaration of war by other countries on the island country's network. They must respond with the strongest means.

Similar remarks can be seen everywhere on the island nation's network, as if a huge force is about to take shape. Several hacker groups that usually communicate with each other contacted each other, and decided to abandon their previous suspicions and work together with just a few words.

"Old K, hey, isn't this old K?"

"The clown is here too."

"Where's the emperor, is that guy here?"

"My lords, the country's honor and disgrace are here in one fell swoop."

"Stop talking nonsense, I just want to compete with the master."

"No matter what you think, what purpose, in short, the ten most powerful hackers in our country are here, let us join hands, let the world see, our nation's greatness and..."

Before I finished typing this line, the account profile picture was grayed out.

This is the hacker code-named "Emperor" and the person who organized them.

But why did you hit the limit before you finished speaking?
power failure?

Or is the network fee over?
A feeling of absurdity rose in their hearts.

How can it be!

The emperor is the strongest among them.

How could the chain be dropped due to low-level and ridiculous reasons such as power outages or Internet fees?

Just when several hackers were surprised, something happened to them.

One account after another went offline.

And in reality.

The emperor sat there motionless, looking at the computer with a black screen in front of him.

There are only three words on it.

Domineering and powerful.

It's just a notice, not what he thinks.

These three words are...

"requisitioned"

The island nation's network, which was originally noisy and boiling, cooled down at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This is certainly not the country's department shot.

In fact, even the operators in the Internet department can only leave their hands from the keyboard at this moment, raise the white flag, and watch the war taking place in their territory with the attitude of believers worshiping gods.

"Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!"

A congressman's roar came from the microphone.

The minister who is usually high above and not angry and pretentious is being trained like a grandson at this moment, sweating profusely and looking terrified, holding the microphone in both hands, shouting "yes", "yes" and "yes" with all his strength, while Still bowing deeply, it was like a distinguished member of parliament, not on the other end of the phone, but yelling at the opposite side of him.

"Aso! The supercomputer assigned to your department!"

"With the existence of Tianzhao No. [-], why do you still allow hackers to show off their power in our network!"

Minister Aso smiled wryly.

"I am very sorry, my lord."

"Tianzhao No. [-]... Tianzhao No. [-]..."

He said with difficulty.

"Amaterasu No. [-] has been hijacked."

A long silence followed.

It was so quiet that Minister Aso could hear his own heartbeat clearly.

It feels like years to him.

Finally, Mr. Congressman spoke.

The impact of "this one incident" is very serious.

"Pray, Aso."

"If the worst happens, you know what to do."

Aso's hand unconsciously touched his stomach, and it bounced away like an electric shock.

Cut... harakiri?

He pursed his lips.

"Yes."