We agreed to be in a band for life, what the heck is Dragon Raja?

however,

Thirty seconds, one minute, two minutes...

The system notifications in his mind remained silent.

?

Nanyun Yuyue was confused in her heart,

How can it be?

The person who stepped out of the island and could face someone with golden eyes like Toyokawa Shoko without feeling the slightest fear, and even feel the urge to subdue her, was not a half-blood.

Nan Yun Yuyue felt that this was a bit outrageous.

He was lost in thought, forgetting to bring the noodles he was holding with his chopsticks to his mouth.

There must be some reason why his incantation ignition has been temporarily slowed down, or perhaps it's because it hasn't been recognized.

Nanon Ugetsu looked up at the opposite side and saw that Misaki Miku had finished two bowls of ramen and was paying the bill from the stall owner.

So he put down his chopsticks, walked over to the stall owner, and stood behind the triangle-shaped Hatsune Miku:

"Bill, please."

The stall owner had a kind smile on his face.

"A generous offer of 900 yen."

Nan Yunyu took out a thousand-yuan bill and handed it over. The stall owner gave him two fifty-yuan coins in change, and said with a smile:

"Young man, how was school today?"

His voice is very friendly, like a kind old grandfather talking to you.

Nan Yun Yuyue thought for a moment:

"not bad."

"That's good. Study hard, studying is the best way out," the stall owner said with a smile. "If you get into the University of Tokyo, you can find a good job after graduation."

At this point, the stall owner seemed to suddenly remember something.

"correct."

"The ramen stall is about to move to a new location. I plan to move it to the back street of the University of Tokyo and get a better ramen cart."

"The location is very close to here, just behind this street, not far away. If it's convenient for you, you can come and support us."

"it is good."

Nan Yun Yu Yue nodded.

He glanced to the side and saw that Miku Miku had just finished paying and then quickly left.

She was in a hurry; she had just answered a phone call, and it seemed someone had said something to her.

Nan Yun Yuyue turned her head casually and looked at the stall owner, saying:

"Speaking of which, business here should be pretty good, so why move over there? Is it because the stall rent here is too expensive?"

"Sigh," the stall owner said with a helpless expression, "that's not the case."

"Actually, some debt collectors have been looking for me, but to be honest, those debts aren't my fault at all. After all, I'm just an old man who has to sell ramen to make a living after retirement,"

"Logically, they should just ask their own family...group about this kind of thing,"

"I don't understand why they keep trying to find me."

The stall owner shook his head and sighed.

"Otherwise, I wouldn't want to give up the customer base I've built up over the years; wouldn't that be a complete waste?"

Nan Yun Yuyue suddenly realized, "So that's how it is."

He straightened the hem of his clothes.

"Then I'll be going now, I'll come again next time."

"Welcome to visit again next time," the stall owner said with a smile.

Nan Yun Yu Yue's figure gradually disappeared into the distance.

Amidst the neon lights of Tokyo and the clamor of the ramen stalls...

Uesugi Koshi, who has been making ramen for decades, sighed inexplicably.

As an 'emperor', he possessed a special secret method to suppress his aura from being revealed.

No one could tell that there was anything special about this old man selling ramen here, which was precisely why he dared to make a living selling ramen in Tokyo.

These days are strangely chaotic.

He couldn't quite understand the plans of Tachibana Masamune, the current head of the Snake Clan, and was also surprised that this group couldn't even suppress the Demon Clan.

"Damn it, each generation is more useless than the last."

When he served as the Shadow Emperor of the Snake Clan, the 'demons' of the Fierce Demon Clan were completely suppressed and unable to raise their heads.

Since changing its leader, the Demon Clan has grown increasingly powerful, sometimes even daring to openly confront the Snake-Headed Eight Families.

"Oh well, whatever."

Uesugi thought about it for a moment, then decided he couldn't be bothered to deal with it anymore.

Now, he is a ramen chef, a part-time pastor at the community church, and a counselor for the owner of an izakaya (Japanese pub).

What was the previous Best Actor?

Sorry, we're really not that close.

What's the current state of the Snake Clan and what does it have to do with me?

After learning the cause of his mother's death, Uesugi Kotsushi lost all interest in getting involved in any disputes.

Chapter 29 I will tell him in person

"but……"

"Why are there so many young mixed-race people appearing lately?"

Uesugi Koshi felt something was off.

He had always believed that the bloodline of the 'Emperor' had not been passed down. How could so many people with extraordinary bloodlines suddenly appear in Tokyo?

The previous Shadow Emperor had a question in his mind about this strongest hybrid in the world.

Actually, the reason he wanted to change stalls wasn't quite the same as the reason he told Nan Yun Yu Yue.

Ninety-nine point ninety-nine percent of the members of the Snake Clan have long forgotten the strangest 'emperor' in their family history; only a very few people know of his existence.

Of these very few people, only one or two might know his possible whereabouts.

For example, Inuyama He, the head of the Inuyama family, only knew his approximate location.

With his incantation 'Black Sun', how could anyone dare to come after him for debts?

The reason why Uesugi Koshi was so stubborn in moving his ramen stall to the back street of the University of Tokyo was...

One reason was that he had recently heard that a company was preparing to spend a full 1.2 billion US dollars to buy the street.

The land deeds for this street have remained unchanged for nearly sixty years, always bearing the name of Uesugi Koshi.

That's $1.2 billion, which is over 150 billion yen.

But Uesugi Koshi didn't want to sell.

Despite being very poor all these years, he could only support himself by selling ramen.

This once powerful and influential figure doesn't have many valuable possessions left.

Aside from the swords and knives I took from my family back then, this is all the land I have left.

Sugikoshi had seen this street sixty years ago.

Sixty years ago, he commanded all the mixed-race people in Japan from this place.

Sixty years later, he was still in this area, only now he had become a ramen chef.

Although he's moving his stall, he's actually still here.

This man, who came from France and served as the 'Emperor' of the Snake Clan for eleven years, actually cherished this street the most.

Uesugi Koshi sighed deeply.

$1.2 billion was nothing to him back then.

But if this street is sold, the old-fashioned Japanese houses on both sides of the street, and the sycamore and cherry blossom trees that he planted with his own hands, may all be bulldozed, and in the end, all his memories will die along with them.

He didn't know how many more years he had to live, but he hoped that in the last days of his life he could see the whole area one last time.

Originally, Uesugi Kotsushi always felt a little melancholy when he thought about these things.

But when he saw Nan Yun Yuyue walk in the direction of the girl from before, he suddenly felt a little amused.

"young people."

Uesugi Koshi tidied up the stall.

Night had fallen by now, and a new group of guests would be arriving soon.

Unlike previous days when there were more students leaving school, this group of customers was mostly working professionals.

After eating, he often has to rush back to the company to work overtime, so he rarely gets to feel the vibrant energy of life.

Uesugi felt that Tokyo was a city that disappointed and saddened him.

Furthermore, given that his medical report was not optimistic, indicating multiple organ failure, perhaps interacting more with the students would have made him feel better and made his death less painful.

"boss!"

New customers arrived at the stall.

Uesugi regained his composure and smiled as he continued with his current business.

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Tapping.

Miku Miku quickened her pace.

Turning the corner, at the intersection of this alley and the wide road outside, she finally saw the person who had just spoken to her on the phone.

now,

Kiyotaka Toyokawa was standing under a street lamp on the street corner, holding a briefcase in his hand.

He didn't work overtime today, which is rare for him, and he managed to spare some time.

Upon seeing Miku Miku's figure, he waved:

"here."

Miku rushed over and stood in front of him, her eyes filled with anticipation.

Toyokawa Kiyoshi thought for a moment and decided to refrain from using the term "sister-in-law" for the time being, even though the person in front of him was indeed his sister-in-law.

He decided to use a more formal way of referring to the triangular Hatsune Miku in front of him:

“Ms. Chu Hua… no, Miss.”

"Lady" might sound more formal, while "Miss" might seem more approachable.

Kiyoyuki Toyokawa, who genuinely had no experience interacting with girls more than twenty years his senior, other than his own daughter, was somewhat troubled.

So before he could finish speaking, he changed his mind again:

"I've already sounded out my father-in-law's opinion on that matter."

"I'm not sure if he understood what I was saying, and I'm going to bring it up with him tomorrow."

“No…no need for that.” Misaki Miku said somewhat flusteredly, “Just help me convey my gratitude. He must have put in a lot of effort for the debut of the Sumimi group.”

Toyokawa Kiyoshi remained silent.

Hatsune, unaware of his thoughts, was about to speak again.