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

When they were just talking about the brass band, Nagasaki Motoyo just smiled gently. But when Nagumo Ugetsu actually started praising her double bass with a professional level, her cheeks flushed and she unconsciously started fiddling with her fingers.

"Looks like I was right to praise him."

he thought.

Su Shi's parents divorced when she was young, and she didn't have any close friends in elementary school. It was only at her mother's request that she came to study in the Moon Forest in middle school.

Sometimes, in order to fit in, she would hide her own thoughts and cater to others, but when she felt needed, she would feel genuinely happy.

It seems that my words just now touched a soft spot in her heart.

Chapter 71 Discipline! Suppression!

Seeing that the praise was appropriate, Nan Yun Yuyue continued the previous topic.

A faint blush quickly rose to Nagasaki Motoyo's fair cheeks, and even her eyelashes trembled slightly.

She murmured, "Really..."

“Of course it’s true,” Nan Yun Yuyue added with a smile. “I wouldn’t exaggerate just to flatter you.”

"That's good……"

She smiled and lowered her head, adding softly, "I thought you'd say our bass was too weak after listening to us."

"It's not..."

…………

Meanwhile, after the throwing knife failed,

Toyokawa Kiyoshi remained standing in the same spot, and said calmly:

"Stop hiding."

“Your Word of Power, ‘Illumination,’ can only erase traces, but it cannot conceal sounds and smells.”

“You have the scent of blood on you, like a madman playing hide-and-seek with a blood bag in his arms. How could I not notice?”

"Damn it." Miyamoto Suiko's face twisted in disgust.

The smile on her face just now seemed to mock her. She was only about to enter junior high school and her development of her own speech power was not yet so profound, far inferior to Toyokawa Kiyoko, who had received systematic training at Kassel College.

Kiyoyuki Toyokawa turned around and looked at where Honoko Miyamoto was:

"Now obediently dispel your Word of Power state and come with me to the Execution Bureau. Maybe you'll still have a chance to live."

“I’m not from the enforcement bureau, so I haven’t been too cruel to you. But if they come, I can’t say what will happen to you.”

"Don't think about it."

Miyamoto Honoko gritted her teeth, but could only roar in her heart and dared not utter a sound.

Having missed her target, she naturally knew that Toyokawa Kiyoko had discovered her location. However, given the enormity of her crime—killing two members of the family's executive bureau—how could the family possibly let her off the hook?

"In that case..."

"Then this is the only way..."

Miyamoto Honoko's expression was a mixture of a smile and a cry.

Beside her lay her brother's head; it was because it hadn't been wiped clean that Toyokawa Kiyoko had noticed the smell of blood.

boo.

Miyamoto Suiko gently kissed it, then 'pulled' a bottle from the severed connection between the neck and brain.

The bottle was positioned perfectly around the neck, going straight into the brain. This was mainly for ease of carrying; besides holding onto the head, Miyamoto Honoka could also choose to hold onto the end of the bottle to prevent it from falling.

Miyamoto Honoko opened the bottle and drank the last half-bottle of liquid in one gulp.

A familiar feeling rushed through her body and spread to her limbs.

Having already taken half of this type of medication, she adapted much faster than last time, and the discomfort subsided like a receding tide in the blink of an eye.

"Ho ho."

Her throat seemed to have become hoarse; her once clear, girlish voice could no longer utter a single word, only a meaningless dry cough.

But her mind was perfectly clear, and her thoughts had never flowed so smoothly, as if she had tasted the forbidden fruit from Greek mythology.

"Woo-"

Miyamoto Suiko completely ignored the fact that 'Mingzhao' could not block out sound, and just kept howling in the tree.

In Miyamoto Honoko's mind, memories of her childhood surfaced one after another.

When she was little, her parents forbade her from eating too much candy, so her brother secretly grabbed a handful and hid them under her pillow before she went to sleep.

During their childhood, the two of them would sit on the sofa and watch cartoons together every evening after dinner. Her brother would always laugh at her for having a low threshold for laughter, as she could laugh for a long time at any scene.

……

Miyamoto Honoko grew up day by day.

Although her parents were often away from home due to their busy work schedules, she didn't feel lonely thanks to her older brother's care.

If nothing unexpected happens, she, who has no desire for fighting and killing, will grow up peacefully and live a simple yet happy life like any other ordinary person.

Until recently,

Miyamoto Honoko suddenly realized that something was wrong with her body.

It wasn't the development of a teenage girl, but rather it felt as if I couldn't control myself, my strength suddenly increased, and there was that... restless feeling like something was pressing down on my chest.

not……

Miyamoto Honoko had a terrible suspicion in her mind.

As a member of the Snake-Headed Eight Families, she naturally knew what would happen to the out-of-control half-bloods in the family.

Imprisonment, darkness, loss of freedom...

Miyamoto Honoko did not want this to happen.

In her despair, she found her brother.

"Brother... could you help me buy a plane ticket?"

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"That's it..."

"Miyamoto Honoko pleaded."

She pinned her hopes on her brother, begging him to help her as he had when she was a child.

She only wished she could escape Japan and go to another country.

did not expect,

that night,

A dozen or so officers in black uniforms stormed into her room and locked her wrists.

She struggled desperately, crying and calling out her brother's name.

"Where are you—! Brother!!"

But to her surprise, the person who walked into her room was her brother.

In Miyamoto Honoko's view, her brother was wearing a crisp executive bureau uniform, his face expressionless.

It was then that she realized that it was her brother who had handed her over to him.

Then, Miyamoto Honoko was sent by her family to a 'school' far away from the city.

It couldn't really be called a school; it was more like a detention center.

Iron gates, surveillance cameras, electrified fences, instructors, and nightly inspections.

Most mixed-race individuals with unstable bloodlines are often detected to have uncontrollable tendencies in childhood and are then imprisoned.

However, before Miyamoto Honoko, no signs of unstable bloodline were ever detected. She lived a peaceful life for more than ten years until recently when she was labeled as an "out-of-control person".

Miyamoto Honoko felt despair.

Every day when I wake up, close my eyes, and open them again, I see the same ceiling and the same walls.

She had lived a normal life for more than ten years, but now she was imprisoned here, which felt like the end of the world to her.

Hatred festered and grew in that silence that lasted day after day.

Especially her brother, whom she once trusted the most.

At first, Miyamoto Honoko tried to convince herself that the pressure from her family was too great, which was why her brother had no other choice.

But whenever she thinks of this, tears well up uncontrollably.

"Didn't we say... we would never abandon each other...?"

Time seemed to stretch on endlessly within the cage.

Miyamoto Honoko thought she would go insane inside.

Until that night.

The window was opened silently, and a figure wearing a mask sat by the window in her bedroom.

His face was hidden beneath the mask, like an illusion, silently watching himself.

He said in a low, hoarse voice:

"Are you afraid of death?"

die?……

Now, what difference is there between her and being dead?

"You're not really alive now, are you?"

The masked figure continued speaking.

"The cage isn't for girls with your bloodline."

Miyamoto Honoko felt a sharp shock in her heart.

The man took a slender black medicine bottle out of his trench coat pocket and placed it on the windowsill.

"This is something that has just been developed, something that can change your destiny. The side effects are unknown. But it can allow you to control the fluctuations of your bloodline, and even... make you stronger."

"If you want to escape, drink it."

Miyamoto Suiko stared at the bottle of medicine, stood up, and walked to the window.

Without hesitation, and without even asking about the side effects, she reached out, uncapped the bottle, and drank half of it down in one gulp.

goo-dong-

The medicine was ice-cold when it first entered my mouth, as if it had just been taken from an ice cellar.

But once it's poured down the throat and into the stomach, it starts to burn like fire.

pain!

it hurts!

Miyamoto Suiko bent over, gripping the windowsill tightly, her whole body trembling violently.

She could feel something raging inside her, like a sleeping beast being forcibly awakened.

"So hot……"

Miyamoto Honoko gritted her teeth and uttered those two words.

She knelt on the ground, hands supporting her weight, panting heavily.

The man didn't move; he just kept looking at her.

It wasn't until ten minutes later that Miyamoto Honoko's breathing gradually calmed down.

Although sweat was still dripping from her forehead, her eyes were completely different from before.

There was no emptiness caused by imprisonment, nor any fear whatsoever.

There was only one kind of power, clear and burning like never before.