In ten days, in Shinjuku District, Tokyo, Kabukicho.
The rhythmic sound of wooden clogs echoed through the streets in the morning, immediately drawing the attention of passersby around.
And upon seeing the owner of the wooden clogs, they could not help but stop in their tracks, their eyes revealing a look of surprise and curiosity.
It was a young man in his late twenties, dressed in a black kimono with red floral patterns, with a long red-sheathed sword tucked at his waist. He, like the ronin of the Edo period portrayed in dramas, had his shirt partially unbuttoned, revealing delicate collarbones and faintly visible chest muscle contours.
In the lingo of neon, he was practically a character straight out of a comic book. Both in appearance and temperament, there was an indescribable sense of unreality about him, as if the air itself was brimming with the spirit of the samurai era.
"Excuse me... Can you help me take a picture?"
At that moment, a girl in a white dress approached the young man, with her companions' encouraging gazes in the distance. Holding the camera, she bowed forward to say.
"Of course, no problem."
The young man's lips curled up, and then he stepped back a few steps, placing his hand on the hilt of the sword and bowing to the girl with a smile. He said, "I am Yuan Jia's second son from Ueno, who came to Edo to witness the world. Thank you for your kindness, miss. I hope you will take care of me in the future."
Her warm smile shone into the girl's heart like sunshine, and for a moment, the girl's imagination soared, as if she had already envisioned their future child's name.
It was only when she heard her companions' reminders and laughter that she came back to her senses, looking at the young man who smiled but said nothing in front of her, a blush suddenly rising on her cheeks...
So, the girls one by one approached him to take a picture with him, and eventually other onlookers also joined in the fun.
The young man almost welcomed everyone, whether they were men or women, old or young, he would willingly stand at attention with his hands on his hips to take pictures with them. Just like a professional COSER, he wanted to combine the culture of samurais with that of the 2D world.
Just then, a honking sound interrupted the harmonious atmosphere. Following the sound, she saw a black Maybach gliding to a stop on the side of the road.
Then, a driver in a black uniform got out of the car, opened the door of the back seat, and bowed respectfully towards the young man's direction.
"I'm sorry, the person who picked me up is here. I hope we can meet again in the future."
Seeing this scene, the young man maintained his elegant smile, bowed to everyone as a farewell, and then turned around and walked towards the Maybach.
After the young man got on the car, the driver in black uniform also bowed respectfully to the onlookers, then re-entered the driver's seat and drove away.
Watching the luxurious car worth hundreds of thousands of dollars gradually disappear from their view, the girls in their eyes flashed a sense of pity. None of them had expected such a noble young man to have an interest in undercover tours.
If only they had known this, they should have tried to give out their phone number just now.
"You really are something, wherever you go, there will always be plenty of girls who are attracted to you."
The backseat of the car already had a person sitting in it, who was smoking paper cigarettes and saying indifferently.
His pale face was enough to send shivers down one's spine, but upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a Noh theater mask.
There was a smiling face of a chancellor on the mask, with a pale face and bright red lips, eyes with thick black lines, and black teeth.
The young man remained silent, and as he entered the Maybach, the smile on his face vanished without a trace, replaced instead by coldness and indifference.
Gen Ukyo... or, rather, his second personality, the Dragon King of the Myojin, Fengjian Luli.
"If it wasn't for your reckless decision to move most of our elite troops to Tokyo, Myojin would never have been in such a difficult situation. How dare you come and contact me?"
Fengjian Luli said coldly.
Since five days ago, when Gen Ukyo suddenly announced his appointment as the leader of the Inuzuka, the Serpent's Fang began searching for the traces of Oni-gami in the Tokyo area, as if they were about to launch a full-scale war, wanting to completely eradicate this cancer.
It was originally nothing, similar situations had happened many times before, but Oni-gami still existed.
This is because the activity range of Oni-gami is not limited to Tokyo alone; they have hidden spaces for survival all over Japan, even overseas.
Even if they were caught off guard this time by the Orochimaru, they could simply abandon the Tokyo branch of Oni-gami at that time and there would still be a chance for them to rise again in the future.
However, just over a week ago, the leaders of Oni-gami in various locations received messages from the King General and the Dragon King, saying that they had found clues about the "divine remains".
Because Tokyo is the territory of the Serpent's Fang, the King General and the Dragon King issued an order for these core members to lead all elite forces to Tokyo, hoping to distract the Serpent's Fang and ensure that the mission could be completed.
But the result was that they did not find any trace of the "divine remains", and instead, Oni-gami were on the brink of extinction, trapped like fish in a net, and could only watch as the Serpent's Fang slaughtered them.
Most importantly, it seems that there was a powerful being on the side of the Serpent's Fang, who had released a "word spirit·taboo" that could cover the entire Tokyo, directly sealing the word spirit power of all mixed-bloods and ghosts.
And in a straightforward comparison of weapons and strength, Oni-gami could never hope to be a match for the Serpent's Fang, especially since Tokyo was their headquarters.
That very night, a group of core members were captured again, including Sakura Ikuho, the only woman that Fengjian Luli cared about besides his brother.
Thinking about it, his eyes flickered with red light, his grip on the sword handle slowly moved, as if he would slash the head off the person in front of him in the next second.
However, upon hearing Fengjian Luli's words, the King General's body stiffened slightly before he mechanically turned his head towards him.
"If I say that the order to gather Oni-gami in Tokyo was not issued by me, do you believe me?"
"No, I don't believe you."
Fengjian Luli snorted coldly. Although he was the nominal leader of Oni-gami, in reality, the person in front of him was the mastermind behind everything, or the puppeteer.
And he was just chosen to be the sharpest blade among them.
But with the passage of time, he became even more sharp, gradually began to no longer listen to others, and even usurped some of the powers of the King General.
But when it comes to control over Oni-gami, it's still not on the same level as that person.
"..."
"Wang Jian didn't speak, but looked deeply at Fengjian Luli for a while through the mask, until he saw him frowning and reaching for his sword, before speaking:"
"No matter whether you believe it or not, that is the truth. Someone has used our names to issue false orders to Oni-gami, even completely bypassing us."
"Who? The one who released the 【Taboo】?"
Fengjian Luli frowned, his tone had a slight abnormality.
A few days ago, when he had just infiltrated the border of Tokyo, he felt a powerful will pressing down on his head, and the bloodline that had always been brimming with unmatched power became infinitely compliant at that moment.
That feeling, as if like a young gazelle facing a pride of lions in the grassland, can only tremble with fear.
If there had not been a resonance in the mental communication, he would have doubted if Bai Wang had been revived.
"Maybe, but whoever it is, they are not someone we can confront head-on. And if we continue like this, it's not just Oni-gami that will be in trouble; you and I might also head towards our end."
"So, what do you have planned?"
Fengjian Luli looked at the viceroy mask on the other's face, his eyes flashing with a hint of enigmatic light.
"It's not a plan, just a last-ditch struggle and a desperate throw of the dice."
The deformed face under the mask slightly twitched, and Wang Jian's raspy voice slowly echoed in the car, causing Fengjian Luli's eyes to contract suddenly.
"Although that message was a fake, I have indeed found the tomb of the God, and now is the perfect time to awaken Him from slumber."
"Once you have devoured His power and become the deity of the new world, it will be our only chance to turn the tide..."
"--..."
Chinese New Year's Day! Happy Spring Festival!
Wishing everyone a lucky Snake Year! Good health and all your wishes come true!
The dragon race is really fast, it won't take long. It's not because some readers don't like it, but because that's exactly what I originally planned.
Finally, yesterday I thought of preparing a weapon for Wu Xian of the Dragon Race, an existing item in the original work, which can be obtained immediately. Fans who have read Dragon Race can guess.
