In Tokyo, the dungeon master

The unobserved realm, a corner of the origin of chaos.

The vanished main branch of the Donghai family.

The wind in the kendo room carried the crisp sound of bamboo swords clashing together. The current head of the family, Tokai Ichishiki, held the bamboo sword with a steady hand, the tip pointing straight ahead.

The stray hairs at her temples were damp with sweat and clung to her smooth forehead.

This person has a handsome face that is similar to Ling Yuling in "A Record of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality," and is both male and female. He is taller than Yuan Yao, probably over 1.8 meters.

If you could see through her clothes, you would see that she even has well-defined abs, but her pectoral muscles, because they are covered up all year round, are probably only an A+.

I sat at the same table with a guy with a cowlick.

In Japan, at 1.7 meters tall, Shirakawa Chihana is considered quite tall for a Japanese woman.

It's a level where you can easily get bullied if you're not careful—even the Emperor's daughter gets bullied at school, and the Naruto's son gets discriminated against. That's just how the Japanese are. Kishimoto-sensei's writing is spot on.

And Tokai Ichishiki's height is more than 1.8 meters...

Not to mention women, even among Japanese men, who are among the shortest on average in East Asia, she stands out. Luckily, she grew up as a boy, otherwise she would be even more out of place.

Her movements were swift and agile; every step, sword swing, and recovery was precise and powerful, perfectly meeting the family's strict requirements for its heir: the head of the Sword Saint family must be able to use a sword.

For some reason, the sword practice movements that had been repeated for twenty years felt strangely out of place today.

The bamboo sword struck the wooden dummy heavily, making a dull "crack" sound that made her hands go numb slightly, and the bamboo sword broke off.

If your thoughts are not clear, your intentions are not upright, your intentions cannot be in harmony with your breath, and your breath cannot be in harmony with your strength, then you don't need to practice anymore today.

Donghai Yishi sheathed his sword and stood there, slightly out of breath, his gaze fixed on the hand holding the broken sword.

Long and slender, with incredible strength, and calluses from years of sword practice, these were "boy's" hands, a shape she had been deliberately shaped from childhood, and she liked her appearance.

These hands are strong.

Although she cannot pluck the stars from the sky, through her training, she is already able to kill black bears and chase wild boars across streams with her bare hands.

He started practicing swordsmanship at seven, and achieved mastery in twenty years. Those twenty years of skill…

With a sword and a long weapon, even fifty armed men couldn't stop her.

Always confident and unwavering, striding forward with great strides, but today...

She clenched her fist.

A fist represents power; a clenched fist signifies holding power; a powerful punch represents authority!

Since she officially took power at the age of seventeen, the Donghai family has prospered under her leadership for the past ten years.

The political power of the Tokai family has quietly spread from one or two surrounding counties ten years ago to Tokai Prefecture. Now, five of the forty-three prefectures in Japan are directly or indirectly controlled by her, and five others have tacit agreements with the Tokai family. Several financial groups, including the Shirakawa family, are influenced by her. The Tokai family's influence has already surrounded Tokyo, and all of this is unknown to ordinary people.

On the surface, she is just running a shrine and acting as its head priest, but in reality, she is hiding behind the scenes. If given another twenty years to develop, she might be able to catch up with some of the secret ruling families in novels who boast about their dominance.

Moreover, she was born with the most outstanding bloodline of the Donghai family and was born with heterochromatic eyes.

One is the Dark Gold Evil King's True Eye, the legendary Abyss Demon Eye, the source of the East Sea family's dark legend.

The other is the Crimson Gold Yangyan True Eye, a manifestation of the East Sea family's usurpation of the legend of Amaterasu, the sun goddess.

Both of their golden pupils seemed to hold the power of a lion.

These are all top-tier magical eyes recorded in ancient texts, with higher values ​​in the left and right eyes.

In the context of "Naruto: The Battle of the Eyes," it could definitely be considered a Sage's Eye.

Compared to the eyes of immortals and gods described in these records, also known as the eyes of gods, the Byakugan, the bloodline limit spirit eye that the Shirakawa family is so proud of, is merely a product of the degeneration of the bloodline of a branch family.

Donghai Isshiki also carries the blood of the Sakura Dragon of the Donghai family and the power of Barei within his body, which is equivalent to being born with double pupils and supreme bones in a fantasy world.

Double pupils are an invincible path.

Without magic, these physical constitutions can at most make people healthy and a little stronger.

At best, like Donghai Yishi, after twenty years of continuous training, one can fight fifty people alone during the prime of life when their physical functions are at their strongest, and can even fight wild boars.

This power might not seem like much in the time of extraordinary beings, and even the best kung fu in modern times wouldn't be enough to beat a gun, but it is indeed a symbol of being born extraordinary.

You should know that the dragon is a symbol of emperors.

The sun is the sovereign of the heavens and a symbol of the Heavenly Emperor.

Born with the blood of a cherry dragon, possessing the true eye of blazing yang.

In her childhood, Tokai Isshiki was also known as the Sakura Dragon Girl and the Daughter of the Sun.

He was long regarded as the patriarch of the Zhongxing family who had the potential to lead the Donghai family back to Luoyang and fulfill their great ambition of unifying the world with martial prowess.

"Donghai Ichishi, have you forgotten Donghai Kingdom's grand ambition of unifying the world with force?"

"I will never forget this technique, not even for a moment."

No need for my ancestors to be resurrected, I will surpass them!

Then the Imperial Family will repay the humiliation of a hundred years ago tenfold.

Kneel down, Owada! !

A common man cannot live a day without money, and a great man cannot live a day without power. Donghai Yishi is a woman of great strength.

She raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead, and inadvertently touched her forehead, that unfamiliar sense of emptiness welled up in her heart once again.

It wasn't that she suddenly became melancholic and lonely. Unlike her older cousin, Shirakawa Manka, who had separated from the family, she wasn't the kind of woman who would occasionally show a soft and gentle side.

Her strength and unwavering will were extremely evident and widely recognized within the tribe.

At twenty-seven years old, she was very clear about her own preferences. She didn't like men or women; she only liked herself.

Only his own perfectly forged body could allow her to appreciate her emptiness...

It's like having some important memories hidden deep in your heart, and no matter how hard you try to recall them, you can't grasp a single trace of them.

This feeling of being out of control made her unhappy... What had been forgotten?

She put down her sword and glanced around the kendo hall.

A portrait of our ancestor Yixin hangs on the wall, but everything is blurry. The faces and decorations in the portrait are indistinct, shrouded in shadows and mist. The portrait is purely a painting of loneliness.

However, the Donghai family, blinded by their own limited perspective, took this anomaly for granted, and no one ever thought there was anything wrong with it.

Speaking of which, what was my ancestor's name again? I just remembered...

Donghai Yishi walked to the tatami mat in the rest area and sat down. She picked up a towel and wiped the sweat from her face. When she put the towel on her eyes, the inexplicable sense of unreality became even stronger, as if a thin mist was covering her memories, making it impossible for her to see the missing part in her heart.

For a moment, she couldn't tell whether she was awake or dreaming.

When did this strange feeling start?

Or is it that I've been living in some kind of unreality all along?

She felt confused and unsure if her life over the years was real. Looking back, she felt empty inside, as if something important had been ripped out, leaving a large gap in her memory. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't remember what she had forgotten.

All I remember is being told by my family elders since I was a child that I am the only heir of the Donghai family, that I must grow up like a boy, that I must learn swordsmanship, that I must manage the family, and that I must shoulder everything of the Donghai family.

All I remember is getting up before dawn every day to practice swordsmanship, speaking and acting swiftly and decisively, with strength, a loud voice, like the sun...

That seems to be the case, and she likes this kind of life very much.

And then, that was it.

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