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Chapter 143 Uesugi Kotsu: What? I'm a father?

Tokyo at night resembles a lurking beast, with the shimmering glow of neon lights flowing in the humid air.

Behind countless glamorous neighborhoods, the intricate network of alleyways acts like capillaries, conveying the most authentic human touch of this city.

A ramen stall without a sign is hidden deep in this alley.

The rising steam blurred the stall owner's face, revealing only his gray hair and faded old chef's uniform.

His movements were skillful and focused; scooping noodles, tossing water, and arranging ingredients—each step carried a rhythm that was almost Taoist.

A few young people who had just finished get off work sat in front of the stall, slurping noodles loudly while chatting with the stall owner about the trivial things that happened at work that day. The atmosphere was warm and ordinary.

Everything here is filled with the warmth of everyday life.

The appearance of a figure seemed out of place amidst the lively atmosphere.

Shigeru Miyamoto walked slowly, his spotless black suit and composed demeanor making him seem like a nobleman who had mistakenly wandered into a slum.

He quietly sat down in an empty seat at the end of the bar, attracting a glance from the stall owner.

Good evening, guest. What would you like to order?

The stall owner's voice was a little hoarse, but very gentle.

"A bowl of salty ramen."

Shigeru Miyamoto's voice was calm and unwavering.

"okay."

As the vendor skillfully tossed a handful of noodles into the bubbling broth, he casually struck up a conversation:
"You look unfamiliar. Is this your first time here?"

"Oh, that's right."

Upon hearing this, Shigeru Miyamoto's lips curled into a faint, enigmatic smile. He didn't continue the conversation but instead quietly watched the stall owner at work.

Soon, a steaming bowl of ramen was pushed in front of him. The broth was clear, the scallions were bright green, and the aroma was irresistible. Miyamoto Shigeru picked up his chopsticks, took a bite, and then nodded, seemingly quite satisfied.

Just as he put down his chopsticks and picked up his teacup, he took out a crystal no bigger than his thumb from his trench coat pocket and casually placed it on the greasy wooden bar counter.

The crystal seemed to have starlight flowing inside, and it lit up silently the moment it touched the bar.

The next moment, an invisible alchemical matrix suddenly unfolded around the crystal, with countless intricate runes flashing and disappearing in the air, instantly enveloping the entire small ramen stall.

The noise from the outside world was completely shut out by an invisible membrane, and time seemed to be muted at this moment.

An even stranger scene unfolded.

The young people who were happily eating their noodles suddenly froze, their expressions instantly becoming blank.

Like puppets controlled by invisible threads, they mechanically stood up, neatly placed the money on the table, then turned around and, with stiff steps, disappeared into the darkness at the alley entrance.

"you……"

The stall owner's expression finally changed.

The kind smile on that weathered face vanished without a trace, replaced by an extreme coldness and vigilance.

An invisible wave of energy suddenly erupted from his body. It was not the wind, but a kind of pressure originating from the deepest part of his bloodline, like a giant wave in the deep sea, heavy and cold, enough to freeze the soul of an ordinary person in an instant.

However, Shigeru Miyamoto was like a rock on the shore, remaining unmoved no matter how the waves crashed against him.

He even picked up the teacup and gently blew on the steam.

Before that terrifying dragon's might could even touch his body, it was dissipated into nothingness by a more mysterious force.

"who are you?"

The old man took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

The young man before him was incredibly skilled in alchemy, capable of effortlessly creating an alchemical barrier of this caliber and ignoring the dragon's might.

The fact that this person didn't take action immediately but instead cleared the area first indicates that he didn't harbor any hostility at the moment.

"The Miyamoto family, Shigeru Miyamoto."

Miyamoto Shigeru put down his teacup and said calmly,
“I’m here to see you, Uesugi Koshi. Or rather… the Emperor.”

The Miyamoto family?
Uesugi Kotsushi's pupils contracted slightly.

"Don't misunderstand, I'm here to see you in a personal capacity."

Miyamoto Shigeru seemed to see right through his thoughts.

As he spoke, he took out several photos from his pocket and neatly pushed them in front of Uesugi Kotsugi.

The photo shows three young people...

"This is?"

Uesugi looked at the photo, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes. But when his gaze fell on Genji's face, which bore a striking resemblance to his own in his youth, a strange, blood-related familiarity sent a jolt through him.

“They are the ‘emperors’ of this generation.”

Shigeru Miyamoto answered calmly.

"impossible!"

Without a second thought, Uesugi Yue categorically denied it, his voice filled with unwavering resolve.

The emperor's bloodline should have been completely severed by his generation.

"No, in a sense, they are indeed... your children."

Shigeru Miyamoto's gaze was deep. He took out a thin document and placed it next to the photograph. The cover was printed with the words "Lenin" and "Black Swan Port" in Russian.

Uesugi Kotsushi's hand trembled slightly as he picked up the document.

His long-buried memories were awakened, and he recalled the tedious and comprehensive "medical examinations" that his family had conducted on him "for your health" when he first ascended to the throne.

call--

After a long while, Uesugi Koshi let out a heavy sigh and closed the file.

He raised his head, his weathered eyes now sharp as knives:

"What's the current situation with the Snake Clan? And why have you come to find me?"

“Someone wants to steal God’s power.”

Shigeru Miyamoto spoke calmly, yet he was stating a shocking fact.

"To this end, he used these three children to climb to a high position in the family and became the actual controller of the Snake Clan."

"As for me, I'm just a nobody with little influence. If I want to do something, I need someone with enough weight to back me up."

Miyamoto Shigeru shrugged, speaking while looking directly at Uesugi Kotsugi, his meaning clear.

On this land, apart from the gods in mythology, no one carries more weight than this former emperor who should have disappeared from history.

"call……"

Uesugi took another deep breath and stared intently at Miyamoto Shigeru. This young man's ambition seemed even greater than that of the "controller" he had mentioned.

"what do you want?"

"Everything about the Snake-Headed Eight Families."

Shigeru Miyamoto's answer was understated, yet it was like a thunderclap exploding in the silent barrier.

"Ah……"

Uesugi Koshihiro laughed in extreme anger, his laughter hoarse and cold.
"Kid, you really dare to say that! Aren't you afraid I'll... kill you right now?"

Before he finished speaking, the turbidity in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a magnificent yet tyrannical golden light!

An even more terrifying pressure, like a tangible mountain, crashed down!

The entire wooden structure of the ramen stall groaned under the strain of this force.

However, Shigeru Miyamoto simply watched him quietly, and then, under his astonished gaze, Shigeru Miyamoto's eyes also lit up.

"Times have changed."

Miyamoto Shigeru's voice wasn't loud, but it was like the strongest shield, blocking out the overwhelming pressure.

"you……"

Uesugi Koshi was completely stunned.

He was emperor because his bloodline was infinitely close to that of the first generation, and he was one of the most direct descendants of the White King.

In the world of dragons, the suppression of bloodlines is absolute. Under his full power, this kid in front of him is actually unaffected.
How is this possible?
"Heh, not long ago, my bloodline rating was only B."

Seeing this, Shigeru Miyamoto's smile deepened.

"How can it be?"

Uesugi blurted out, which completely overturned his understanding of the rules of bloodlines in this world.

To be able to so easily withstand his dragon might, one's bloodline rating must be at least S-level, or even higher!

There are methods to forcibly enhance one's bloodline, but they are all one-way tickets to death. The technical difficulty and materials required for such a stable existence are simply a pipe dream.

"So, I say times have changed, Your Majesty."

Miyamoto Shigeru leaned back in his chair, his golden eyes reflecting Uesugi Koshi's shocked face...

(End of this chapter)