Crossing the azure as a black dragon

"Hey, don't bully my wife, or I'll beat you up!"

Beifeng had been eavesdropping on their conversation, and when he heard Heifeilong's 'rude' question, he couldn't help but reprimand him.

However, the sound couldn't be suppressed, and everyone in the hall heard it. All eyes immediately turned to them, and Beifeng quickly noticed the abnormality, blushing and falling silent.

"Well, I thank you all for coming to help during this chaotic situation. This meal has no deeper meaning, so please enjoy the food..."

Nagato coughed lightly, drawing the attention of the crowd, and then began an impromptu speech.

After the speech, the tense atmosphere in the hall dissipated considerably, and the people present began to talk quietly.

North Wind secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then glared fiercely at Black Flying Dragon, who claimed he was innocent.

"Senior, you probably don't know this, but those two are the planned ships built in the Northern Alliance by Shinano's Awakeners based on the data sent by Shinano. They are the battleship Izumo and the heavy cruiser Ibuki."

Shoukaku, holding his cup, stood up from his seat and walked to Black Flying Dragon's table to explain.

“…I see. So Mikasa and the others also came from the Northern Union together.”

Black Dragon didn't know what to complain about, so it gave up.

"Yes, Mikasa-senpai knew the situation here was dire, so she brought a few people over to help keep things under control. Come on, let's have a drink."

Zuikaku held a small bottle of sake in his hand and poured a full cup for Black Flying Dragon. The cup was not big, only enough for one sip.

"I don't really like drinking."

Black Flying Dragon glanced at the wine glass and said directly.

These two people clearly had ill intentions. If she got them drunk and did something reckless, her carefully cultivated image of composure would be ruined.

"Sigh~ It's a rare opportunity like this, let's have a little drink."

Zuikaku looked regretful.

"A little bit is no problem."

Black Flying Dragon reached out and picked up her wine glass. She didn't like drinking contests, but she wouldn't do anything to create an awkward silence.

"Alright! Cheers, Shokaku-nee!"

Zuikaku smiled again, raised his cup and gently clinked it against Kurohiryu and Shoukaku's, then drank it all in one gulp.

Black Flying Dragon also downed the whole thing in one gulp, then unconsciously licked his lips after swallowing.

They're both wine, so why does this wine taste better than any she'd had before she wore it?

"How is it? This is top-grade sake that was specially prepared. It's quite good, isn't it?"

Ruihe reached out and filled Heifeilong's cup.

"It's alright."

Black Flying Dragon doesn't know much about alcohol.

After a brief chat, Black Flying Dragon drank two more cups at Shoukaku's urging.

"Does this taste good?"

Beifeng, watching the commotion on Heifeilong's side, glanced at the warm wine on Wuqi's table.

"It's just a polite remark. In the north wind, it's better to drink milk."

My wife, with a smile, placed the wine from her table onto Black Dragon's table.

"is it?"

Beifeng was skeptical, but he picked up the milk, took a sip, and showed an expression of enjoyment.

Time passed quietly. Black Flying Dragon picked up his Nth glass of wine, took a sip, and shook his head slightly as he looked at Ruihe, who was lying on the table with a flushed face and complaining.

Xianghe hasn't fallen yet, but he doesn't dare to come any closer. Right now, he's sitting obediently at his own table, enjoying his food.

The group opposite them were all old acquaintances, and they quickly got together after a few words. Poor Izumo and Ibuki were taken down immediately.

She really hadn't expected the drinking here to be so intense.

"Um, are you alright?"

My wife noticed that Black Flying Dragon's eyes were glazed over and asked him with some concern.

"It's alright, have you finished eating?"

Black Flying Dragon put down her cup; it was about time to leave. If the people on the other side came over, she was probably really doomed.

"Ah."

My wife glanced at Beifeng, who was lying on the tatami mat with his eyes half-closed, and responded.

"Let's go then."

Black Flying Dragon glanced at the main seat, which was now empty, and got up to walk out of the hall, with Wuzhi and Beifeng following behind.

As he left the room, it was already evening outside. A cool breeze helped Black Flying Dragon regain some of his senses.

Winter is coming.

My wife came out from behind, and couldn't help but shrink her neck when the wind blew.

"Yes."

Black Flying Dragon looked up at the sky, wondering if it would snow here.

The shrine was very quiet at night; even the slightest footsteps could be heard clearly.

The three walked around a corner, and in the empty courtyard, a slender figure stood on the ground gazing at the sky.

"You guys go back first."

Black Flying Dragon breathed a sigh of relief and said to Wu and his wife.

"Ah."

My wife responded and left with the North Wind.

"Aren't you going home to rest so late?"

Black Flying Dragon walked down the corridor and came to Nagato's side.

"I have some trouble sleeping."

Nagato withdrew his gaze.

"Are you worried that Sakura Empire will be caught in the crossfire?"

The black dragon looked up and gradually

The rising moon.

"Ah."

Nagato responded.

"A short-term struggle is for a longer future; this unrest will not last long."

Black Flying Dragon almost laughed at himself after he finished speaking.

She clearly can't even figure out her own path, yet she tries to advise others; that's truly arrogant.

"I know, but... is there really a future without war?"

Nagato asked softly.

"War is hard to eradicate; all we can do is protect what's around us."

Black Dragon answered.

While it may seem realistic, that's truly how their world is.

"Yes, thank you."

Nagato didn't ask any more questions, thanked the black dragon, and left the courtyard.

Is this kind of conversation considered immature or childish?

After Nagato left, Black Flying Dragon fell into thought.

Would a respectable person constantly use words like "war" and "future"? However, haven't I been doing better lately?

"As expected of me!"

Black Flying Dragon came to a conclusion, and with a turn, my wife was standing under the eaves.

"Senior, you're drunk."

My wife met Black Flying Dragon's gaze and said.

"..."

Black Flying Dragon tried to cover his face and run away.

"Let's go back. Ah, we need to wash off this smell of alcohol before we rest."

Azuma said with a smile.

"Ah, um."

Black Flying Dragon, with a stern face, wanted to flee the scene.

However, I eventually took a bath with my wife's help and returned to the guest room.

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Chapter Fifty-Nine: The Vanished Person

In the quiet room, a soft ray of sunlight shone through the gap in the Japanese-style sliding door onto someone resting in the room.

"Um…"