harleyscars Chapter 79 A Guest Arrives
Chapter 79 A Guest Arrives
In a small town on the outskirts of Tokyo.
The residents, who had lived honestly and dutifully here for decades, were surprised to find many unfamiliar faces in the town.
They were dressed in black suits and wore sunglasses, giving off an unapproachable vibe, looking like some kind of mysterious intelligence organization.
On the very first day of their arrival, two young men in black trench coats politely knocked on the door of the town's police station.
Since then, the police chief has ignored their existence.
After the townspeople caught a glimpse of the ukiyo-e prints depicting yakshas and naked female ghosts inside the young people's trench coats, they fell silent.
Even after the only road into the mountains was blocked by this group of people, they dared not say a word.
You should know that there is an unnamed mountain near this town. Legend has it that a great demon was once killed there, and its resentment lingers, causing trouble as a result.
Later generations built a temple here to suppress the demon's evil nature.
However, today, the temple welcomed an uninvited guest.
The priests in the temple had already been politely asked to leave by the family's officials, leaving only an elderly man with gray hair dressed in a black kimono kneeling on a prayer mat.
The mountain wind blew into the temple, causing the flames on the oil lamps to flicker.
The old man's ears twitched, and he heard the message carried on the wind: "You've come," he suddenly said.
"Yes, patriarch." Yuan Zhisheng arrived at the temple with the wind.
His trench coat was blown open, revealing a long sword at his waist that had recently been stained with blood.
However, now the ancient sword is obediently staying in its sheath, no longer displaying its fierce gleam.
"Sit, Chisei." Tachibana Masamune extended his hand. Chisei nodded and obediently sat down as instructed.
A wooden table was placed between the two of them, on which tea sets were laid out.
"Dad's tea-making skills have improved again."
Yuan Zhisheng smiled, picked up his cup of tea, and took a small sip.
There was none of the awkwardness or distance between the two that they had shown during previous meetings.
But this is understandable, since everyone in the family knows that Genjiro was groomed to his current position by Tachibana Masamune.
The relationship between the two was less like that of superior and subordinate, and more like that of father and son.
This is why Genjiro calls Tachibana Masamune "Dad" in private.
As he sipped his freshly poured tea, Tachibana Masamune remarked with a touch of melancholy, "I'm really getting old."
"When I first came to Japan, I knew nothing about tea ceremony. I was just a rough and uncouth warrior who knew how to wield a sword."
"Unexpectedly, time flies, and the warrior now sits upright in the hall, becoming the patriarch who wields the pen."
Yuan Zhisheng did not reply, but listened quietly, because he knew that the other party must have something to discuss when he suddenly summoned him back.
Otherwise, they wouldn't have recalled him just when he was leading the executive bureau's officers to catch ghosts.
"This morning, I sent a call to Lu Mingfei, requesting that we meet in person."
After a brief moment of reflection, Tachibana Masamune cut to the chase and got straight to the point.
Seeing that his father was still in the suburbs of Tokyo, Genjiro had already guessed the outcome of this invitation, but he still couldn't help but ask instinctively:
"What was the result?"
"As a result, Principal Lu rejected me and even had someone pass on a message, saying that he wanted me to hear it."
Tachibana Masamune sat upright on the futon, exuding an air of authority without being angry.
"What...did he say?"
"Is this how your esteemed ministry treats envoys from a superior nation?"
Yuan Zhisheng fell silent. Although Lu Mingfei's words were neither classical nor vernacular, the underlying meaning was quite clear.
In any case, the Snake Clan is currently just a branch of Kassel College.
Now, Lu Mingfei, as the principal of Kassel College, feels like a medieval king inspecting his vassals' territories when he comes here.
What kind of logic is it for a king to pay homage to a lord? In Eastern parlance, wouldn't that blur the distinction between ruler and subject?
He didn't respond, because this was no longer a casual conversation between father and son, but a discussion between the patriarch and the head of the Yuan family.
"Sigh." Tachibana Masamune sighed deeply, his voice echoing in the shrine, as if a thick, unyielding worry was spreading through the room.
"I have decided to personally visit Mr. Lu tonight," he said, his voice carrying an unquestionable tone. This was not a discussion, but a decision, an order.
Upon hearing this, Yuan Zhisheng took a step back, then placed his hands on the ground and kowtowed.
This means he had no objections.
After saying this, Tachibana Masamune got up and walked out of the temple.
A family official serving outside the door draped a black cloak over him.
The mountain wind blew the cloak, revealing the yakshas and demons painted inside.
At this point in time, it's obviously too late to drive to Tokyo.
The evening rush hour traffic and the narrow streets of Tokyo made it difficult for them to move an inch.
But who says you can only travel by car?
Tachibana Masamune raised his head, and a black iron bird slowly emerged from the distant mountains.
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In the beginning, the world was in chaos and darkness.
Then He brought light, and the light filled the world, but it was still not enough.
Everywhere was a monotonous white, so He waved His hand, and mountains and rivers appeared at His feet.
Wherever He went, grasses sprouted and flowers bloomed.
But the world remains incredibly monotonous.
Then He waved His hand again, and animals appeared in this world.
But He still felt it wasn't enough; the world was still incredibly monotonous. What was missing?
After a moment's thought, He finally realized what was missing.
He used his own form as a model and began to meticulously sculpt the intelligent race.
Each clay figurine is lifelike and vivid, except that none of them have eyes.
He looked at his work with satisfaction and finally painted eyes on the first clay figure that most resembled him.
The moment the eyes were drawn on, the clay figure's monotonous face suddenly came to life.
then.
The world collapsed, all things perished, everything returned to nothingness, turning into eternal darkness.
Lu Mingfei opened his eyes, and a golden light quietly flowed deep within his pupils.
This was his fourth attempt to add humans to the world he had created within his body, but like the previous attempts, he had failed each time.
Where exactly did it fall short? He muttered to himself.
After all, although the world has mountains, rivers, trees, and all kinds of animals, it is still missing something because it lacks intelligent species.
And this slight shortcoming may be the reason why his strength cannot be improved.
After much thought, Lu Mingfei still couldn't find the reason, since he believed he had done enough.
He stood up.
He was now the only one left in the room.
Old Tang borrowed Fenrir, and the two of them—or more accurately, the two dragon kings—went off to do something.
As for Xiaobai, it has been sleeping these past few days, as if it were hibernating.
The lonely Lu Mingfei decided to go out for a walk.
However, at that moment...
dong dong!
There was a sudden knock on the door.
"Hello sir, room service," the waiter outside the door said in broken Chinese.
"Come in."
The door was pushed open.
The dark muzzle of a gun pierced the air, followed by a spit of fire.