I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 191 A Long Road Ahead
The boy with the knife stood inside the door, coldly observing everyone.

Daigo Nakajima found it absurd. On one hand, he couldn't believe that his niece, whom he looked down upon, actually had the guts to risk everything at this moment, even disregarding her own father.

On the other hand, he still found it unbelievable and refused to believe that this high school student could be a superman who wasn't even afraid of bullets.

So he didn’t hesitate to fire on his only remaining trusted confidant.

Will it hurt Representative Kitano who's still inside? Does that matter? I'm about to die! What do the safety of others have to do with me!
As flames began to scatter, bullets began to fly in the small room.

Daigo Nakajima recalled a distant afternoon when he first held a pistol, experiencing both excitement and fear. Later, he gradually came to regard the pistol as a tool he could control.

To be above, to control power—that's a magical feeling.

The old record is spinning.

jingle.

jingle.

jingle.

It sounded like a wind chime.

It's like a machine tool in a factory, producing one part after another.

Daigo Nakajima witnessed a scene he would never forget. If we were to talk about fate, perhaps this was destiny giving him a break.

At least I can witness such a miracle at this age.

The boy wielding a blade, his movements obscured, countless bullets dodged—it's like a movie filled with dreamlike cores and absurdity.

He was the only dreamer.

They are people whose art style doesn't belong to this world.

"Wow!"

"boom!"

"clang!"

"."

It was as if a full moon, bathed in silver light, was unfolding before my eyes.

Even though the gun in Daigo Nakajima's hand was still pointed at the head of Shiramine Seiki, who was in a wheelchair, it had lost its so-called deterrent power.

Because he knew that once Shirafune Koyo left the room, the so-called hostages would lose their meaning.

This young man proved with his actions that he was not afraid of so-called killing, nor did he have any so-called moral burden.

Daigo Nakajima wore a pale smile, the last vestige of dignity on the face of a utterly defeated loser.

"I'm curious, what exactly have you been through?"

Gen Tsukino calmly flicked the blood off the blade.

Looking at the mess on the ground and the senator Kitano curled up on the sofa, it was unclear whether he was injured or not.

"It's nothing, just the life of an ordinary person."

"Really? Hehehe."

Daigo Nakajima laughed and then threw the pistol in his hand to the ground.

He straightened his suit and then walked calmly to Tsukino Gen's side.

"ended."

"Yeah, it's all over."

……

Shinichiro Kawakami suffered a minor injury.

It was indeed a burning pain, but in this situation, it was the best possible outcome.

The entire estate, situated on the mountainside by the coast, resembled a post-war ruin, though not to the extent that any buildings collapsed or were completely destroyed.

But the air was thick with smoke, and countless flames flickered everywhere. It was like the dance of the devil, ravaging the lives of humankind in this way.

It doesn't seem like the time to be lamenting these issues.

Is anyone else here?!

Shinichiro Kawakami roared at his surroundings, his arms visibly trembling.

He didn't know how many people he had hurt, let alone how many he had killed, and he didn't know how many of the brothers who were laughing and joking with him yesterday were still around.

I only sensed the change in the battle situation.

No new enemies seemed to appear, as they charged forward without hesitation. It was as if the difficulties were truly being crushed by them.

This may not be a miracle, but it is indeed a victory built on blood and flesh.

Even if it's a hard-fought victory, a win is a win!
When Kitagawa Shiro came into view, there were also countless 'our own people'.

"clang."

He could barely hold the gun in his hand.

Shinichiro Kawakami gave a pale smile.

"senior."

Kitagawa Shiro didn't say much. He simply stepped forward, opened his arms, and hugged the young man who had once been favored by him, betrayed him, and was now on his side.

There wasn't any deep-seated hatred between them, but of course, their friendship wasn't exactly unbreakable either.

But now, they share an indescribable resonance.

He patted Shinichiro Kawakami's back forcefully.

In this torrential rain, disregarding their wet clothes, wouldn't it feel a little awkward and strange to embrace now?

He just had a feeling of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a complex emotion encompassing both emotion and reflection).

"we won."

"We survived!"

"Yes, senior."

……

In the torrential rain, it felt like a scene from an unreal movie.

If you were to ask this nationally renowned actress, who is alone under a black umbrella, what she feels about today.

Even Mochizuki Mihime would find it difficult to say.

I was personally involved, even though I didn't fire a single shot.

However, she also clearly saw that, at certain times, so-called life can become something worthless.

It seems that facing one's own problems honestly is no longer something that is hard to accept.

Some people die meaninglessly, leaving no trace of their lives. They become nothing more than a cold statistic in the news.

She took a deep breath. The air wasn't cold, but she couldn't feel any warmth around her.

She was just waiting, hoping that all of this would end soon, and that the person who was meant to appear would appear quickly.

Until, through the rain, familiar faces began to appear.

Then, in that distant direction, amidst the blurry rain, an even more indistinct figure was shouting excitedly.

"The eldest lady is back!"

Then, Mochizuki Miki saw a scene that was more impressive and unforgettable than any movie she had ever filmed.

That was a gray-haired woman pushing a wheelchair.

There was also someone standing beside her, holding an umbrella in their left hand to shield her from the wind and rain.

He was holding a knife in his right hand.

The boy's blood flowed down the blade and into the soil.

They emerged from the rain, passing through excited and enthusiastic gazes.

Mochizuki Miki's eyes widened in surprise for a moment, "Brother...?"

Shiramine Koyo looked at the woman with a complicated expression. "That bastard Nakajima Daigo actually brought my father here. I wasn't prepared."

That short sentence immediately made Mochizuki Miki think about what kind of situation the two of them might ultimately face.

Although I still don't know how it was resolved in the end, I don't know what the current situation is of my already dangerous older brother.

But she knew exactly what to do now.

"Kitagawa!"

"I'm here!"

Kitagawa Shiro's arm wound was simply bandaged, and he immediately came to the group's side.

Mochizuki Miki said coldly.

"Immediately send someone to take the chairman to the hospital for a check-up. At the same time, immediately investigate why Daigo Nakajima was able to bring him out of the hospital! How were the guards watching him? Was it an accident, or were they bribed? Find out!"

"Yes!"

Kitagawa Shiro immediately led his men to take away Shiramine Seiki, who was still unconscious.

Having been in this line of work for so long, he certainly wouldn't consider this order a simple matter. He understood the unspoken meaning behind Mochizuki Miki's words.

Regarding everything concerning Shiramine Seiki, his presence here today must not be allowed to spread any strange rumors; everything must be attributed to Nakajima Daigo's despicable actions. Having done this, Mochizuki Miki looked at her niece again.

"Where are Daigo Nakajima and Representative Kitano?"

Bai Feng Hongye looked tired and was barely keeping her spirits up.

In truth, she had gone through everything before in shock, fear, and excitement. She was still relatively energetic until she made this choice. It almost drained all her strength.

"Member Kitano was terrified inside; they've already sent someone to help him out. As for Nakajima..."

She glanced at Tsukino Gen, who remained silent beside her.

The boy seemed to be simply holding the umbrella for her, so his other shoulder was completely soaked.

However, it seems to have no effect on him.

Recalling all his previous behavior in front of her, Bai Feng Hongye felt a tingling sensation.

It's hard to describe how I feel.

Everything was beyond his expectations, yet it seemed to be part of his daily life. It was utterly absurd. However, it also made Bai Feng Hongye realize that perhaps before today, all his ambitions had seemed like a joke.

Faced with such terrifying absolute military strength, many calculations and plans have no chance of success. Perhaps all one needs to do is listen to what the other side intends to do and then comply.

Gen Tsukino spoke calmly.

"Kawakami, bring the person over here."

"Yes."

The young man who had been following behind Tsukino Gen quickly called out to those behind him.

then.

A man, whose clothes were relatively neat and decent but whose expression was quite dejected, was pushed out.

"Isn't this Wangyue? You're here too?"

Daigo Nakajima asked with a smile.

It seems they still want to maintain their former glory at this time.

However, Gen Tsukino drew his sword with a light, deft stroke.

"what!"

Daigo Nakajima screamed and collapsed to his knees in the mud washed by the heavy rain.

Mochizuki Miki remained indifferent to the miserable state of the man she was somewhat familiar with; her eyes were calm and cold, perfectly matching her standard world-weary face.

"Mr. Nakajima. Thank you for all the help you provided to Shirakawa. But ultimately, we took the wrong path, and this is the price of making the wrong choice."

"Wrong choice?" Despite the pain in his legs, Daigo Nakajima smiled bitterly. "You know very well that there are never wrong people or right people in history. There are only losers and winners."

"A loser is someone who makes a mistake."

Mochizuki Miki's cold words silenced Nakajima Daigo; clearly, he had no way to refute her statement.

The facts are already clear.

"I understand, so let's leave it at that. I have nothing more to say. Let everything fade away. I hope you can manage the White Summit well."

Even if, in the future, my name is never mentioned again in this organization.

Mochizuki Miki looked at Shiramine Momiji; clearly, it was time to determine who the true master of Shiramine was.

This young, gray-haired woman, who wasn't soaked by the heavy rain, had to do something.

Bai Feng Hongye took a deep breath and mustered all her remaining strength.

She looked at Tsukino Gen and said, "Mr. Tsukino, lend me the knife. I'll send someone to return it to you later."

"Ah."

Gen Tsukino handed the sword to the woman, then took his umbrella, walked to the side, and stood with Miki Mochizuki.

It's like a change of identity, or a shift in mission.

He stood with Mochizuki Miki, looking at Shiramine Momijima, who was no longer sheltered by an umbrella, and stood behind the kneeling Nakajima Daigo, holding a sword.

All around, people were watching this.

Some were puzzled, some were bewildered, some were excited, and some might even feel a little reluctant.

Rainwater slid down the woman's gray hair, gradually wetting her delicate and pretty face.

The blade, held high, gleamed with a single, cold light in the gloomy sky.

she spoke.

"From today onwards, the Shiramine Foundation will have only one chairman. It will not belong to Nakajima, but to Shiramine. And this will remain true from now on!"

"Wow!"

The moment she used all her strength to stab the long sword in her hand into Daigo Nakajima's back.

Daigo Nakajima did not close his eyes as if resigned to his fate.

No one knows what he was looking at, nor does anyone know what he was about to say but didn't.

"thump."

There wasn't even a scream.

He fell to the ground.

The blood quickly flowed out along with the rainwater, staining the earth red.

Upon seeing this, Mochizuki Miki quickly told Kawakami Shinichiro, who was standing nearby, "Have someone clean up the scene immediately, and at the same time communicate with the police to see how to quell the impact of this incident at the lowest possible cost. As for Nakajima Daigo's assets, take over what you can, and do the police a favor by giving away the rest that are too hot to handle. But try to sever all ties with the Hakukai Foundation as much as possible."

"And Representative Kitano."

Mochizuki Miki noticed Shiramine Kouyou's state. Originally, she should have been the one to say these words, but there was no way around it; someone had to do the work, and she couldn't just ignore it.

After making the final arrangements, she looked at Tsukino Gen beside her.

"Let's go, get in the car."

"Ah."

The boy, who was almost soaked by the rain, wasn't particularly tired; he just had nothing left to do.

He naturally got into the back seat, and then Kawakami started to prepare to drive. Mochizuki Miki immediately got in, took his arm, and examined it repeatedly.

"Are you OK?"

Gen Tsukino smiled and said, "What could possibly be wrong with me? I'm all wet, so don't get so close."

Mochizuki Miki stared intently at Tsukino Gen.

It made Tsukino Gen feel a little uneasy.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Mochizuki Miki said irritably, "Do you think that once this matter is over, you can sever all ties with me and have nothing to do with me anymore?"

The boy couldn't help but laugh, "That's impossible!"

I have indeed thought about it.

Leave behind a deterrent presence, and then you can go back to your original life.

It may seem that I live in their shadow, but in reality, we have no connection anymore.

This was the best-case scenario that Tsukino Gen envisioned, but now...
"Don't worry, I said I would try to help you with this."

"Those things are unimportant!"

Mochizuki Miki interrupted the boy directly.

"Then what's important?"

If life isn't important? Then what is?

Gen Tsukino no longer believes that there is anything in this world more important than life.

She hugged him, ignoring the fact that the boy was soaked.

It doesn't matter whether it will get on you or not.

She approached, her warm, moist breath embracing all the coldness on the boy's body.

This time, she wanted to use her own warmth instead.

"You are important."

How important?

Gen Tsukino smiled and did not run away.

The woman curled her lips into a smile.

"So important that I want to live because of you, um."

Shinichiro Kawakami drove straight ahead, his eyes fixed straight ahead.

He really wanted to light a cigarette at that moment, and also wanted to make a phone call to a girl.

But it seems that such a person does not exist.

Life goes on, and the journey is long.

……

(End of this chapter)