Dragon Clan: Reboot Life

"Mako, is this enough?" Sakurai Akira reluctantly walked on the street with an umbrella, following in the footsteps of Miyamoto Mako.

The streets are empty and silent, and occasionally pedestrians pass by in a hurry. The dark skyscrapers in the distance stand like giants, and the neon lights on the side of the road are flickering, reflecting the scattered rain in the sky.

The accumulated water on the road had already reached the chassis of the car. The two of them rolled up their trouser legs and walked with one foot deep and one foot shallow. The muddy water splashed on their calves.

The mighty torrential rainwater on the street proves that the city's drainage system has entered a state of load.

Cars with their headlights on trudged through the flooded streets, splashing large swathes of water along the way.

Hearing the swearing of pedestrians in front of him and the glare of the car lights, Sakurai Akira put up an umbrella in time to protect his side, so as not to be drowned by the splashing water.

"Needless to say too much, he may become suspicious if he is too detailed. As long as he tries to verify it by himself, our main goal will be achieved."

"The main purpose?" Akira Sakurai thought to himself that their purpose of coming here is not to draw the Supreme Emperor to join their team?

"Just keep him in Tokyo. As long as you hold him for another two days, he won't be able to leave even if he wants to." Mako Miyamoto smiled, "It doesn't matter if he doesn't join us in Tokyo. Could it be that you really think you are The protagonist in the novel tricked the Supreme Emperor into our team by opening his mouth?"

Akira Sakurai: "..."

"Let's leave the rest to our titular captain." Mako Miyamoto stretched with her fingers crossed, her toes slightly tiptoed.

The girl's slender figure was looming under the dim streetlights. Sakurai Akira looked away and asked, "Where are you going? According to the plan, we should go to Tama River now and guard Miyamoto..."

He hesitated for a while, and changed his words: "The excavation of Saki Hachika in Tama River is almost close to Akaki River. Once the tunnel reaches Akaki River, the well of corpses will be close at hand, and the decisive battle will come soon."

The day when the well of corpses is opened is the time when the picture is seen.

At present, there are only foreseeable disasters, including the countless hunters in the food of the night, the corpse guards who are still hiding under the deep sea waiting for the call of the blood, and the main force of the fierce ghosts lurking in the dark.

According to the news from Sister Enxi, Herzog, who has shown his identity as Tachibana Masamune, has escaped by feigning death. No one knows where he is hiding. This guy is like a mouse hiding in the gutter. Will take risks.

The Tokyo government has not yet issued a notice to allow citizens to evacuate.

Sakurai Akira could understand this, but couldn't accept it.

More than [-] million people in the entire Tokyo metropolitan area, including the surrounding counties, will be imprisoned for this.

If they cannot solve this disaster smoothly, countless people will become victims and die inexplicably.

"Not so fast, no matter how soon it will be tomorrow night." Miyamoto Mako casually glanced at him and said, "After digging the well to hide the remains, we have to hunt down the host body of the remains, this is the prelude to the big drama. In addition, you don’t have to shy away from it, it’s a lie to say you don’t hate them, but after so many years, I don’t have any feelings for them anymore.”

Akira Sakurai was dumbfounded.

He had deliberately avoided the name "Shio Miyamoto" before.

Shio Miyamoto, the patriarch of the lower five Miyamoto families, is also Mako's uncle.

His younger brother Shishin Miyamoto is Mako's biological father. Mako's situation is the same as his. When he was five years old, the family did a blood test and was judged to be born with a defect in blood. He might run away at any time, and he was quickly removed from the family. He was taken away and sent to the prison in Mount Kobe.

Girls will not be given preferential treatment there, and boys and girls are treated equally, because in the eyes of the family, "ghosts" have no gender distinction, and they are all synonymous with danger.

Not only him and Mako, but Ichimae, Kenjiro and others are the same.

They were sent to a cold and caring school since they were young, and spent a temperatureless childhood, adolescence and even youth.

If they are not adults, they will stay there until they are forty years old, and they will not be able to leave there. The premise is that they can live to forty years old, and they will be beheaded by law enforcement before then.

"Mako... Which class did you belong to?" Akira Sakurai asked in a low voice.

Thanks to the huge roots of the Sheqi Bajia, there are actually quite a few children who are judged to be ghosts every year, enough to set up one or two classes in the school.

"Forget." Mako Miyamoto said without turning his head.

... Can I forget this too?

Akira Sakurai knew that it seemed that Mako was not interested in this topic, but resisted it.

He just suddenly remembered that he had stayed in the school for so many years, and it seemed that he had never seen Mako.

The school is neither big nor small. The school is surrounded by solid and thick stone walls covered with electric barbed wire. Hundreds of thousands of people live here.

Akira Sakurai stayed there for nearly [-] years, and she probably never met Mako, because Mako is very beautiful and has a good singing voice, she can be the kind of idol, shouldn't this kind of girl be what boys talk about in their spare time Topics?

"Mako, you used to..." Akira Sakurai considered his words, but before he could ask, the girl leading the way in front suddenly made a turn and turned into a small path from the main road.

Going deeper along the path, there is another neighborhood filled with old atmosphere.

With her hands behind her back, Mako looked left and right with great interest, and there were also sycamores planted by the roadside here.

Akira Sakurai witnessed Mako walking into the depths of the alley, but followed behind helplessly, playing the role of bodyguard with all his heart.

Mako Miyamoto squatted in front of a remote corner, with a sycamore tree covering the sky above her head, a thick layer of dead leaves piled up in the grass in front of her, and a layer of green moss growing in the corner of the wall.

"Everywhere has some places where the sun doesn't shine." She stretched out her slender white fingers to stroke the green moss on the mottled corner of the wall, and asked back, "Do you want to ask, why didn't you seem to be in school before?" Heard of me? A high-quality girl like me should be the talk of you guys after dinner, right?"

Akira Sakurai is embarrassing, he really wanted to ask this question, but it was definitely not so direct, but after a few laps...

Mako seems to be able to guess his mind...

"Because I used to be like this corner." Seeing his predicament, Mako Miyamoto smiled, stood up slowly, clapped her hands and said, "Do you know the ugly duckling?"

Sakurai nodded.

He still knows the well-known fairy tale about the ugly duckling.

"You want to say that you were an ugly duckling before, but you transformed into a white swan after meeting an adult?" Sakurai Akira tentatively asked.

Each of them asked for something from the adult, and he didn't know what Mako asked for.

Mako Miyamoto spread her hands: "I want to say that we were all like ugly ducklings, waiting quietly in the most inconspicuous corners, waiting for the day when we grow up. But unfortunately, we are not ugly ducklings, but caterpillars, because Reality is not a fairy tale. The ugly duckling turns into a swan when it grows up, and the caterpillar turns into a moth when it cocoons."

"And butterflies," Sakurai added, "caterpillars are the larvae of butterflies and moths."

"Whether a caterpillar turns into a butterfly or a moth is decided on the day it is born, just like we are destined to be ghosts when we are born." Mako Miyamoto said lightly, "There were only two ways to welcome us, and we became A moth jumps into a flame and dies, or lives carefully as a caterpillar all its life."

Akira Sakurai said in a low voice, "There is a third way."

He doesn't like the story Mako paints, even if it's true, because he doesn't like the predestined, powerless sense of fate in the story.

Miyamoto Mako said softly: "Yes, there is a third path that shouldn't appear in theory, and that is the emergence of adults. The adults changed our fate of fighting the fire, but did not change the fact that we are still moths. Fortunately, There is another road ahead of us.”

Akira Sakurai said silently, "From burning the world to warm yourself to burning yourself to warm the world?"

"You don't like this road?" Mako Miyamoto asked with narrowed eyes.

Faced with this question from Mako, Akira Sakurai remained silent for a long time.

The air is filled with water vapor, and the chill is penetrating to the bones. How long will this heavy rain last?
"My lord, you didn't come to redeem us just to make us sacrifice ourselves to save the world." Akira Sakurai said softly, "I can feel that your lord never cares about how the world becomes. What he cares about is always the people around him." , that was his 'world'."

The cold air of the rainy night chilled Sakurai Akira's lungs. He looked straight into Mako's clear eyes and said word by word: "We will save this city and this country, but not at the expense of you and me."

"I want the world, and I want you too!"

When this almost arrogant declaration blurted out, Akira Sakurai seemed to hear a familiar low laughter from behind.

But when he turned his head suddenly, there was only the lonely rain under the street lamp behind him.

Makoto stared at him fixedly, and the corners of her mouth slowly curved into a moving arc. She squinted her eyes and exclaimed: "It's very imposing. It's worthy of being the number one younger brother under your lord. You can say such arrogant words freely. I just sit on the playground and look at the sky above my head stupidly, and then give each cloud a name."

Akira Sakurai was taken aback.

When he was a child, he often sat in the middle of the playground and looked up at the sky, looking up at the square sky that didn't change every day.He sat on the lawn and named each cloud, and the next day all the clouds with names left, and he was the only one left sitting on the lawn.

This is indeed his past, but how does Mako know?
It's not difficult to know that he is sitting on the playground looking up at the sky, but how does she know that she has named each cloud?

He remembered not telling anyone about it!
"Do you still remember that year when someone found out about running away from school?" Mako Miyamoto asked.

Sakurai Akira was stunned for a moment, and immediately recalled the incident.

The school is located in the depths of Kobe Mountain, and the surrounding walls are covered with electric barbed wire, and almost no one can escape.

But one year, someone wrapped in an insulating cloth grabbed the barbed wire and successfully escaped from the campus over the wall. However, he got lost in the deep mountains and was already thirsty and dehydrated when the rescue team found him.

He had heard about this incident, but he didn't know who the protagonist was, and he didn't even know the gender, but he heard that this person was very miserable after being captured, and was almost beheaded by the law enforcement officers...

Mako Miyamoto smiled brightly and said: "It was a pity that time, I almost ran out, but who made me get lost?"

She put her hands on her hips and sighed with regret, as if lamenting bad luck.

"That person is you?" Sakurai Akira asked in surprise.

"Very surprised?"

"...A little bit." Akira Sakurai hesitated, "I heard that those who escaped were arrested and imprisoned for a long time, you..."

Mako Miyamoto curled her lips and said, "It's not just that he's been locked up for a long time, he was almost judged to have a tendency to go berserk and beheaded directly."

Akira Sakurai wiped the girl's cold sweat.

Unexpectedly, their group of six almost lost the only girl.

"Stop doing such dangerous things in the future." Akira Sakurai said seriously.

"I don't have a chance if I want to do it." Mako Miyamoto crossed her arms and said proudly, "But if I can do it again, I will never be caught!"

Akira Sakurai showed helplessness: "How could you think of climbing out with your hands wrapped in insulating cloth? But if there is a slight mistake, you will not be able to stand in front of me."

Mako Miyamoto looked innocently and said: "I heard that the other side of Mount Kobe is the sea. I haven't seen what the real sea looks like, so I want to see it."

"Just... just to see the sea?" Akira Sakurai couldn't believe his ears.

"Isn't that reason enough?" Mako Miyamoto raised his eyebrows, "Actually, I didn't have much interest in the sea. I blamed someone who kept telling me how beautiful the sea is. In order to prove that the sea is just like that, I arranged a whole set. escape plan."

Akira Sakurai couldn't help asking, "Who is that person?"

"Forgot." Miyamoto Mako wrote lightly.

"Can you forget such important things and people?" Akira Sakurai shook his head.

"Remembering too many things is also a burden on the brain." Mako Miyamoto said casually, "It's better to forget it, at least I won't go to the deserter to settle the score."

"deserter?"

"We originally agreed to escape together, but that guy suddenly fell ill, so I left him and slipped away."

"... Whose fault is this wave supposed to be?"

"Of course it's him. If he hadn't fallen ill and affected the situation, how could I have left in a hurry, resulting in my lack of preparation and being arrested!" Mako Miyamoto said with his hands on his hips, staring.

Sakurai didn't know what to say for a while.

"You... still remember that man, are you still complaining about him?" Akira Sakurai whispered.

Mako Miyamoto gave him a blank stare, letting him experience it for himself.

Akira Sakurai sighed and changed the subject: "Mako, you said before that the person you like is in Tokyo?"

"That's right." Mako Miyamoto nodded sharply, "Who do you want to ask me?"

"I'm the acting captain, and I have to be responsible to the team members. Maybe I can help you." Akira Sakurai said seriously.

Mako Miyamoto smiled and said, "You want to help me pick up girls?"

"This may not work." Akira Sakurai said awkwardly, "I don't have much experience myself."

"There is still some self-knowledge." Mako Miyamoto comforted.

Akira Sakurai: "..."

He found that Mako's mood seemed to suddenly become better, he turned around, humming and bouncing towards the alley.

She turned her head suddenly, her pears were shallow, her smile was like a touch of pure bright color, enough to break through the morning sun and illuminate the gloomy and oppressive Tokyo under the continuous rainstorm.

"like!"

Sakurai Akira froze and raised his head in disbelief.

"I like Tokyo the most." The girl finished her emotion and walked forward slowly with her hands behind her back.