|1|Nakajima Hayabusa
Nakajima Hayabusa, 32, a graduate of Waseda University's Department of Architecture, is now a partner in one of Tokyo's top ten designer firms, and she owns a stand-alone office in Ginza with a floor-to-ceiling window that looks out over the whole of Tokyo.
A beauty in her youth, she was courted by many seniors in college and had a few short-lived relationships, but her desire to study abroad and see the world's top designers made her turn down three marriage proposals.
After returning from France, she set down roots in Tokyo, a city of designers, where she owns her own brand, Zen, which makes use of traditional materials like maple and cherry wood, but with an imported sense of style.
Even legislators ask her to design the interiors of their villas, and each of her projects costs millions of dollars.
"This is the entrance designed by Ms. Nakajima." Politicians who invite guests to see their new homes gloat about having a "Zen" design in their house.
At 32, she is still a beauty, as fresh as an orchid and as seductive as a blooming flower.
She still receives bouquets of flowers from admirers at her desk on a regular basis, and when she occasionally needs solace she goes out on dates at her favorite sushi restaurant with a couple of men who look good to her, with some hugging and kissing and flirting, but she never considers accepting a proposal of marriage from any of them.
She also knew in her heart that these fairly good men wouldn't really consider marriage as the goal of their relationship with her, perhaps for her beauty, but more so that she could brag to her friends that "I'm going out with Nakajima Hayabusa tonight".
No one likes his wife to be so powerful that she will coldly reject a visit from a congressman, and Japanese men still want to be served by their wives after marriage.
Nakajima Saemon had some regrets in her heart for holding out as a teenager, those engagements she had resisted turning down had come from men she really wanted to marry, and now those men had stable families and were not as successful in their careers as she was, but wouldn't have the same feeling of being adrift that she had.
As a girl from Hokkaido, even after gaining a position as a top designer in Tokyo, she still feels like she has no roots in the huge city.
She was depressed for a long time and had to see a psychiatrist until she saw the boy with the stage name of Ukyo Orange at a cowboy nightclub called Takatenkara.
He looked a lot like the senior who had invited her to watch the kendo club train in her college days, with a stern but not sinister look, the kind of straight, sharp, knife-like man that Nakajima couldn't resist as her only male type.
It was as if he carried a huge world in his chest but didn't even want to express it in a single superfluous word; he didn't rub off on his customers like the cowboys Nakajima had met, asking them to buy him drinks and more expensive ones.
Every woman on the circular couch was boozing and screaming, while Righteous sat blandly, his gaze clear, as if these women weren't here for him, and the hubbub of the place had nothing to do with him.
He leaned the long, black-sheathed sword he used for show against his shoulder, calm and aloof, as if he were facing a long, distant mountain.
"Oh, Righteous, you are the boy I should have encountered when I was sixteen again, when I would have gone anywhere with you." Nakajima Saemon whispered in her mind.
Although in her heart she knew that as the number one ranked woman in Tokyo's design industry, frequenting Shinjuku's cowboy clubs might be known to tabloid journalists, and could not help but leave a stain or even affect her career.
But after she went to the basement to start her Lamborghini late at night after work, she would always make a ghostly turn at that stoplight intersection in the direction of Takatenkara.
By the time she arrived, the other guests were already drunkenly dancing at the disco, and the ambient lighting made her look so out of place in her sheath dress, smelling of orchid perfume, that she didn't fit in. But there was another misfit standing there waiting for her, and Righteous gazed into her eyes through the crowd, "Is that the end of the night?"
She replied almost subconsciously, "No, just the beginning!"
She cried and cried on Righteousness' shoulder even when she was drunk, Righteousness never pretended to be compassionate and stroked her head or kissed her cheek, Righteousness just sat up straight as her support.
"Aiya, you'll get more and more unmarried if you go on like this, how can the men of the world be better than the cowherd? They are the men who received your money to please you ah, looking for a husband to use the standards of the cowherd, you are going to be a single strong woman for the rest of your life." The only few girlfriends advised her so.
Really? Is a boy as lonely and insulated from the world as Righteous also letting himself be relied on for his money?
With a painful determination, Hayate made dinner dates with the man who was pursuing her several nights in a row, so that she would have someone by her side, and she could never ghost the car toward Takatenkara again.
She persuaded herself to listen patiently to the men's compliments, and sometimes they seemed to hold her hand and wrap it around her waist or even French deep kisses without her refusing.
After all, these were some of the finest men in Tokyo, not the kind of teenagers in nightclubs. Nakajima Hayate, Nakajima Hayate, with all these wonderful men who can't wait to bend their knees under your skirt do you still have to pay for men to drink with you?
The assistant carefully pushed the door open, "Nakajima-sensei, you have a date with Councilor Hojo tonight at the Kaiseki Cuisine at the 'Mino Ritsu', I came to remind you."
Hayate waved her out faintly.
She wouldn't forget her date with Councilor Hojo, the ostensibly young and handsome Councilor Hojo had asked her to design her new residence, so she had asked her to talk about design tonight.
But in reality Senator Kitajo had long been showing signs of courting, and after one of the tea ceremony gatherings, Senator Kitajo had presented an intimate gift, a pair of fully handmade high heels with thousands of tiny multicolored gemstone beads hand-strung across the crocodile-skin uppers. Regardless of the price of the shoes, the question was how did Councilor Kitajo know the shape of her feet? The gentleman's intentions were clear.
She wondered what kind of make-up she should wear to her meeting with Councilor Kitajo, perhaps he would be the right person to marry, so that he would not be accused of "climbing up the ladder" when he married a famous designer like herself?
Then the phone rang, a text message, "I wonder how the night will end?"
Sender: right-king-orange.
Yuukyo had never texted her before, unlike other cowboys who would even write lingering letters about missing her hoping she would take the time to visit him.
Saemon's heart pounded violently, as if a spring tide had instantly risen in her bosom.
Oh fuck! What kind of stupid thing had one done!
All those nights she hadn't been to Takatenkara, Righteousness was still waiting for her in silence amongst the boisterous women, wasn't she?
Did those shameless bitches bully him while she was gone? Would the store mistreat him if he couldn't sell the wine and finish the job?
How can you be so selfish as a stupid woman? Completely did not take into account that right Kyung will also wait for their ah!
Even if you parted with that boy, shouldn't you bow y and say goodbye? How could you just walk away?
Saemon jumped into a pair of high heels, untied her hairpin and wore her long hair out of the office.
"Nakajima-sensei, the car that Councilor Hojo sent to borrow you is already downstairs." The assistant was taken aback by Hayate's 100 meter run.
|2|Chika Aoki
Chika Aoki, 21 years old, comes from a political family, but is rebellious.
At the age of 14, she organized the band "Zero Color Butterfly" with her friends and gained popularity with the Star Agency.
Zero Color Butterfly's specialty was heavy metal with a furious flow, destroying several electric guitars at every concert.
And as a vocalist, Chika Aoki loves Japanese shochu like an uncle, while being ridiculously spontaneous.
She once drank so much shochu before a concert that her brain was in a state of shutdown when she took the stage.
She asked for a chair, sat down center stage, and slept for half an hour with her guitar.
The entire audience and the rest of the band waited in silence, wondering if this was performance art or extreme avant-garde music, meant to make everyone appreciate the heavenly music of the world itself in silence or something.
That's when Chika Aoki woke up from her nap, flung her guitar over the bass, and schlepped off the stage.
It would have been impossible to be a success as an actress like her, but she was Chika Aoki, the genius with the longest legs and longest hair in Japan, and even with all her faults she couldn't be stopped from becoming a superstar.
She was born a queen, and no one can forget her music, much less her beauty.
She also knew how to bring out the best in those strengths without a teacher. At the concert where she became a sensation in Japan, she got the organizers to build a giant glass swimming pool ten meters wide and three meters deep on the stage, and she leapt out of a helicopter with her guitar in her arms, playing her strongest notes and singing her highest notes, before crashing into the glass pool.
She was wearing nothing but a plain white dress and her long, dark hair, the white dress clinging to her body, outlining breathtaking curves, her long hair sinking in and out of the water, the spotlights illuminating the pool water to a holy light, as she levitated in it, lip-synching the end of that song.
The devil's temptation and the angel's holiness merged into one in that moment, and tens of thousands of people dived into tears in silence.
"I guess you could have won this election if you could have had Chika Aoki on the stage?" A staffer of the former prime minister who lost the election is said to have suggested so.
At this very moment, Chika Aoki was leaning back on her couch, kinda nagging her father.
Today, his father was dressed in a kimono, as if he was coming to talk about a serious matter.
Chika Aoki was a rebel, but she relied on her father, or at least her doting father had provided the start-up money for her band.
"Chika, music is your career, I know that very well. You have added to the honor of our Aoki family, and dad is very happy ......"
"But what about women, they always have to get married. Papa has been trying to find a good husband for you, and those friends of yours who make music together don't seem very suitable to papa. Our family is a political family, generations have been linked to the political world ......" her father rambled on as Chika played with her cell phone.
"Guess who old mom is?" Chixia sent this text message,
"Lots of guests can't guess, special celebration for Takatenkara tonight, coming?" The other party replied in a rude manner.
"What special celebration?"
"Probably a celebration of the boss's wife's birthday or the anniversary of her ex-husband's death or something like that, alcohol is half-price, half-price, and all the reserved programs are on, so it's a good chance to get a cheap drink."
"Hell, you don't even remember who the old lady is, and a ghost would accept such an invitation! I've bought you enough booze to drink everyone on that street, did I ever care about the price of booze? Fuck!"
"So you're Aoki Chika."
"Why do you suddenly remember?"
"You're the only one who buys a lot of alcohol and talks rough and can say 'fuck', come on!"
"You're telling me to go to a nightclub for you when I'm talking to my dad about getting engaged? This is my life's work!"
"Then hurry up and finish talking about your life's work and get changed, the evening rush hour is coming and you may not have a seat if you leave now and get here."
"Damn save a seat for me!"
Father pushed a black-and-white photo in front of Chixia, on it was a young man wearing a doctor's hat, a little boyish and a little handsome, looking like a good boy of a rich family.
"The other party is the eldest son of the Mori family, a doctorate graduate of Stanford University, has just returned to China to inherit the family business as a lawyer, and in the future is also going to go into politics. People are very good, because they have been busy with their studies, they have not yet found a girlfriend ...... "The other party is staring at the phone.
"He's a fan of your songs oh, he was hooked as soon as he saw you, and said that if he can get engaged to you, he'll definitely support you to continue making music. You know the position of the Mori family in the Japanese political arena, it is a rare ally to our Aoki family, with the marriage of our two families, your future child will be the Prime Minister of Japan, right?"
"Okay, okay, nice guy it's him, but I have to go out immediately now." Chika Aoki jumped up from the couch and rushed to her bedroom on the second floor.
"Chika where are you going? The Mori family's mother, Mori Takako, is bringing her son to visit her home tonight, so let's both meet and cultivate our feelings." Father yelled.
"Getting changed to go to a friend's Party, you older generations can discuss the engagement ceremony and all that, whether it's Chika Aoki getting married down or the Aoki family climbing high on the Mori family, it's fine with me!"
"Which friend? Stop hanging out with those boys in music, political fiancées have to behave."
"Not from the music business, his name is Basara King," Chika swallowed back the second half of her sentence, "a cowboy."
Five minutes later Chika Aoki was already in her own GMC nanny van heading to the Shinjuku district, she had brought her electric guitar along with her as Basara King had said today was a special celebration.
If the guy would beg her, Chika would be willing to sing her own hit song live in support.
But would Basara King bow down and beg?
That's the kind of guy whose neck you'd have to break if you wanted him to bow his head, whose knees you'd have to break if you wanted him to bend his knees, and who'd obviously be a cowboy but would be looking down at you like a young emperor, with an unseemly smirk at the corners of his mouth.
You look into his sea-blue eyes and you want to fight him hard!
Aoki Chixia had rarely wanted to fight anyone in her life, because before she had faced all her opponents in seconds, so fast that she couldn't have time to develop a killing aura.
But Basara King was different, Chika's charm and arrogance had no effect on him at all, as his arrogance was ten times greater than Chika's.
There have been some talented boys who tried to conquer Chika with their excellence before, and half of them lost to Chika's talent, and half of them lost to Chika's aura.
The media once arranged a meeting between Chika and a pianist who, at only seventeen years old, had already given a solo concert at the Golden Hall and was a representative of Japan's new generation of classical music.
The meeting was billed as a clash between pop music and classical music, with Chika's opponent looking down on pop music, and wanting to overwhelm him with his power.
Instead of bowing at the meeting, Chika reached out and gestured for the other party to give her a kissing hand salute, and she gazed into the pianist's eyes, her beauty expanding to its fullest extent for a moment!
At that moment it was as if a thousand pounds were pressing down on the talented boy's shoulders, and the boy, who had been too proud to be a pianist, suddenly felt a sense of "audience with the Queen". He barely managed to hold on for a few seconds before bending down and kissing the back of Chika's hand in the wild flashes of magnesium, and returned from the battle.
But Chika failed completely when he used the same method on Basara King, who didn't hesitate to bend down and kiss the back of Chika's hand, looking up with a soft smile.
The smile seemed to say "even an emperor can bend over to kiss the hand of a beautiful girl", but an emperor was an emperor, and he wouldn't compromise his authority just because he bent over for beauty!
Damn Basara King, he's just a cowherd, but he's got the power of the world in his hands!
His aura overpowered all the guests as he gulped down the drinks, the women cheered him on, he clapped his hands and said let's all drink together, and the women were busy raising their glasses.
Originally, Chika had only heard from her female companions that Takaten had turned out to be a cowboy of Italian descent with long blonde hair, and that all the girls had swooned over him and wanted to go and join in the fun.
After that nightclub party, Chika Aoki added a name to the history of this cowboy emperor's conquests.
Chika Aoki never thought she would be able to marry the man of her dreams. Because artists are destined to be lonely, all she did was not refuse her father's offer of a marriage.
The boys who have admired her over the years have been defeated by her, one by one, and fallen by the wayside, when she was actually looking for someone who could defeat her.
Basara King does, even though he's a lowly cowboy.
On one occasion, in a drunken stupor, she suddenly grabbed Basara King's arm and blurted out, "Would you want a woman like me? If you marry me, I'll kill you!
The courteous cowherd emperor said regrettably I am already engaged, the degree of your madness, far from my fiancée ah, the world can only tolerate my kind of person is the craziest but also the best girl.
That's cool, not giving a chance. Chixia likes such fierce people, but so sad.
All right, all right, then, she'll marry Mori's son, and she won't mistreat him, as long as Mori's son knows what he's doing and lets her go to the cowgirl's store to have that occasional fight with Basara King.
|3|Takako Mori
"I'm Chikasha's father, a friend of your mother's, and I was going to invite your whole family over for a family dinner tonight, just in case Chikasha hasn't been touring lately. But I'm really sorry, just now Chixia suddenly received a call from a friend to go to an important party, tonight's scheduled meeting between you and Chixia may have to be rescheduled. But I've already conveyed your mood, and Chika has indicated that she's at an age where she can get engaged." Chika's father said carefully as he held the microphone.
The call went through, and it wasn't Takako Mori, the head mother of the Mori family, who answered the phone, but his future son-in-law.
After the death of the head of the Mori family, the Mori family had relied on their capable matriarch, Takako Mori, 45, who had traveled to the United States and worked as a diplomat before marrying into the Mori family, and was fluent in Spanish and Chinese.
She was once a star in Japan's diplomatic community and still has an unabashed sense of style and a young woman's sensuality, acting like a big sister when she appears at social functions with her son.
The Aoki family harbors a reverence for Takako Mori, a widow who could easily keep the Aoki family out of politics. The Mori family's son was extra enthusiastic about his future father-in-law's call, "We're the ones who are sorry, mom just got a text message and suddenly left the house ------ It's said that tonight is his godson's birthday celebration ------"
"Godson? I haven't heard that your mother has a godson." Chika's father exclaimed.
A widow with an alluring physique like Mori Takako, who had never been one to easily come into contact with men to avoid gossip from the outside world, would actually make a big deal out of accepting a godson?
This kind of thing could easily be rumored in the mouths of unsuspecting people as having adopted a gigolo or something.
"Yes yes ------ it's a very hard working young man from China, his mother was a diplomat in China when she was young so she admires the Chinese culture ------ so ------" the Mori family's son realized that he had missed the point and explained with a sweaty head ------
"Anyway if it's convenient I'd like to set up another meeting time with Chika, I'm so sorry to trouble you."
"Yes, yes, Chika is looking forward to meeting you for the first time."
The Mori family's son hung up the phone, wiped a handful of sweat from his forehead, and twisted his head to look out into the yard, where his mother's Bentley RV was speeding away from the gate.
Mother hadn't brought a chauffeur, driving herself.
As an understanding son it wasn't that he didn't understand his mother, toiling for the Mori family business for so many years, and if Mori Takako really did fall for some gigolo, as a dutiful son he'd even consider arranging for the gigolo to have a job in his own law firm to prevent the news from leaking out.
But how could his mother be so enamored with a cowboy? Every time she comes back from the cowboy club she says drunkenly, "Finally, I found someone who makes me want to be young again."
Takako Mori wiped her lipstick as she drove her Bentley into traffic, and on her cell phone thrown in the passenger seat was the simple text message, "Tonight is Sakura's birthday celebration, you're welcome."
|4|Resistance to Clearance
Wind Demon Kotaro sits on his knees in front of a mirror brushing his gray hair as a servant drapes him in a kimono, suspending his kodokiri ankusatsu around his waist, hiding his pocket sword deep in his belt, and a World War II-era Mauser pistol made in Germany.
The gun, known in China as a box gun, is extremely powerful and is about as rapid-fire as a miniature machine gun, though it has many drawbacks, including high recoil.
The Mauser pistol used by Kotaro Kazamora was so thoroughly rebuilt that it was elegantly named the "Furudo Lotus," and its muzzle flame was blindingly white when fired, like a lotus flower in full bloom.
These are only the equipment that can be seen from the outside, but hidden in the kimono is the entire ninja equipment that has been passed down from generation to generation of the Kazamaki family, the shuriken, the bitterness, the sarin, the ninja sword, the blowing yagura.------ The masters of the Kazamaki family who are equipped with this set of weapons are the equivalent of an army.
This night was just one outcome for Wind Demon Kotaro: either get the Caesar Trio or destroy the Trio.
It was the Shadow Emperor's order.
That's when the cell phone rang, it was from the leader of the group in charge of blockading Takatenkara, and Wind Demon Kotaro answered the call with a blank face.
"House Master! There's a problem over here!" There was panic in the group leader's voice, and Wind Demon Kotaro could imagine his head covered in cold sweat as he said this.
"What could go wrong? They tried to escape?" Wind Demon Kotaro blushed.
"No, they didn't flee ------ but now suddenly there are hundreds of cars coming from all directions! Clearly all of them are fancy cars, and every one of them is driven by a woman, and they're crowding the entrance to Takatenkara waiting for them to open for the night!"
"Assholes!" Wind Demon Kotaro was shocked, "How dare they open for business after we cleared the field?"
"It looks like not only are they going to be open for business, but they're going to set the first ever record tonight, and the vintner's trucks are here, unloading champagne and liquor by the case!"
"Assholes! What kind of people are you? You're the yakuza! How dare these women come near a place cleared by you? No one in Tokyo dares to set foot in a place cleared by the eight Snakeki families! Not even the Police Dragon Clan's hand-fighting group, Pincha!" Wind Demon Kotaro growled, "How did you guys get into this mess?"
"They ------ are claiming that tonight is the unparalleled Yakuza Party in the history of Takatenkara, with all the cowboys attending in the image of gangsters, and those women have gone crazy!" The leader of the group was shocked, "They ------ they just pulled us to take a picture!"
"Disperse them! Disperse them! Use force to make them realize that you're not posers disguised as gangsters, you're real violent people!" Wind Demon slammed the table, "Show your courage and ferocity!"
"I ------ don't think we dare."
"Don't dare?"
"Among those currently waiting at the door are Ms. Aoki Chika ------ that famous designer Ms. Chishima Dryad ------ and ------ also Ms. Mori Takako of the Mori family, just come over and see for yourself, this place is a gathering of celebrities from all over Tokyo!"
"Hell ------ are you sure you're not mistaken?"
"It's all deliberately covered up with makeup, but you can tell by the license plate numbers, and yes, it's them! If we move against them, the scope of our offense will be ------ huge!"
"Yakuza Party ------," Wind Demon Kotaro muttered, hanging up the phone.
The phone rang again, and Wind Demon Kotaro took a deep breath, trying to remain as dignified as possible, "Who is it?"
"Aigoo, it's me, your debtor and Takatenkara's proprietress," the voice on the other end of the line came alive, "Don't forget to come to the negotiations tonight, even though Takatenkara is full tonight, we're reserving seats for you."
"Be sure to attend, thank you for the reminder." Wind Demon Kotaro hung up again.
Remembering how professional and calm this girl had been when she had lent him the money, wearing a black suit dress and thin-framed glasses, analyzing the financial situation in the United States and Japan at the time, calculating interest rates and exchange rates as if she held the world's landscape in her hands.
But how did she become like this after hanging out with the Caesar trio? Maybe ------ neuroses are indeed contagious.
|5|Yakuza Party
At 6:00 p.m. in the evening, the gates of Takatenkara opened on time.
In the glow of the crystal lamps, a clear line of handsome men austere, dressed in solid black suits and shirts, solid black ties, sunglasses, and belts strapped around their wrists, with small taijutsu sticking out of their belts.
They were the darkest silhouettes in a world of light, each untamed.
The walls were plastered with wanted posters, with big red crosses on the faces of cold-faced men.
The most wanted man, with a bounty of 30 million yen, was Basara King, the leader of the Tokyo Speed Gang.
And second to him was the evil teenager Sakura, nicknamed the "Sexy Little Surname", with a bounty of 24 million yen, for his organization. With a bounty of 24 million yen, he organized a cult that brought in hundreds of high school girls, who were so enthralled by him that they competed to bear his children.
And the dangerous ripper Rightkyo Orange, whose avatar on the wanted list is in black and white, bites a blood-stained white rose and holds a serrated shuriken across his shoulder; the notorious yakuza killer has killed 24 yakuza in a row on the streets of Tokyo and is looking for his sister's rapist, for whom he has a bounty of 20 million yen.
"Fellow bounty hunters, welcome to the world in the shadows of ......!" The proprietress, dressed in black leather with thigh-high riding boots, mounted the bar wielding a leather whip, and the cowboys half-kneeled at her feet as the whip rattled, "Hunt the men of your hearts who are extremely evil! Unleash the ferocious beasts of your heart tonight in the High Heavenly Plains! Become the ...... heroine that sweeps the underworld!"
Behind the one-way glass, Sakode Mamoru felt her entire being surrounded by worry ......
It was probably more than just a bright idea that Chip Chick came up with the idea for this Yakuza Party, but rather, it was a female demon that she had been repressing in her heart for years that had finally reared its head, wasn't it?
Su Dye drank too much last night, and until now the booze hadn't completely passed.
Caesar was completely wrong to threaten Su Zhen with alcohol because Su Zhen was not incapable of drinking, his drinking capacity was far better than Mai's, she just didn't dare to drink in front of people ......
Because when she drank too much, she didn't know what kind of personality she would turn into, but every kind of personality was very difficult to deal with.
Usually Wine De Asagi wouldn't dare let her drink too much even if she played hard to get, but last night's situation was just too special for Asagi to show her face, she had invaded Castle Academy, shot guns against Caesar under the security cameras, and bid against Luminee at an auction in Chicago.
With her stunningly long legs, she would be instantly recognized even if she made an entrance masked and wearing an Indian sari. So Su Dye finally had the chance to get herself drunk.
"And who's the man who flew a car up Tokyo Tower?" Suzan asked loudly as he waved his whip at the stage.
"Basara King!" hundreds of women chanted in unison.
The roar of engines overpowered the rock and roll as a black Prince motorcycle rushed into the center of the dance floor, Caesar dressed in black biker leathers, all silver chains, a wide belt with embedded brass studs cinched around his eight-pack, and a shiny Desert Eagle sticking out of his belt.
He took off his sunglasses and threw them at the women, "I've got my engine fired up, are you ready?"
"Take us!" The women threw hundreds of long-stemmed roses onto the dance floor.
"So who's the man in the bloody trench coat walking amongst the corpses?" Suzie raised her glass high, the blood-like wine liquid in her glass shaking, "Let's drink to him and his sister!"
White rose petals fell from the sky, and Chu Zihang, dressed in a red leather trenchcoat, crashed from the ceiling into the center of the dance floor, holding a bunch of withered rose branches.
A dozen black shadows swooped down on him from all sides, the sharp blades in their hands all flashing with a cold light.
Chu Zihang waved the bunch of withered branches walking in the middle of the black shadows, he waved the movements of the withered branches like a painter painting, each strike was accompanied by wilted petals scattered in all directions, the black shadows fell to the ground one after another.
Basara King rushed towards Righteousness on his motorcycle, according to the script he was the yakuza emperor who took Righteousness' sister, with his perfect driving the heavy motorcycle sped along the perimeter of the Takatenkara Hall, he let go of the handlebars and drew out the twin guns at his waist, locking on Righteousness and firing them continuously.
Righteous jumped and dodged, chopping the bullets away with his sword in the air.
The guests' hearts beat faster as they did so, trying to restrain themselves from shouting and interrupting the show.
The moment Barasa King's heavy motorcycle brushed past Righteousness, Righteousness leaned down and swung a withered branch across the room, chopping both the front and rear wheels of the motorcycle right down the middle, and Barasa King rolled to the center of the dance floor, Righteousness having already lifted up the Desert Eagle he had dropped and shot him through the chest.
The crowd cheered! When the guests received the text message, they were still skeptical, not sure what Takatenkara's "yakuza extravaganza" tonight was, after they had watched Barasa King's "Cleopatra", Righteous Orange's "Sakura Falls on the Island of Strictly Flow", and Sakura's reserved program "The Legend of the White Snake", they felt that the performances were hard to surpass. But now they finally understand the text message said "yakuza gala" is Takatenkara "treasured program" meaning.
The effects are unparalleled, with Righteous chopping the wheels off with a withered branch and bullets splattering Barasa King's body in such a realistic way that it all seems real.
More dark figures with skull masks rushed up from backstage, holding up the white girl wrapped in chains, they put their long knives on the girl's neck and stepped closer to Chu Zi Hang.
"That's Righteous Kyo's sister!" Someone among the guests screamed, "How beautiful!"
"Righteousness decapitated them!" An excited Hayate raised her hand, "On my tab!"
She couldn't stand Righteousness' expressionless face, obviously he didn't cry or smile, he just stared silently, but Hayate felt that his tears flowed back into his heart against his will.
Youkyo was the boy with a world in his heart, who dared to be so cruel as to make him sad? The bastards who made him sad deserved to die!
"Chop over! Chop Flip! Chop Flip!" Righteous Kyo's fanbase raised their arms and chanted.
Righteous Kyo took flight!
Despite the wigwam attached to his waist, he just flew in the eyes of the guests, and isn't it normal for a boy like Righteous, with his cherry blossoms fading, to fly?
Nothing in the world, not even gravity, could bind that boy! If he wanted to, he could transform into the world's most powerful and also the most ethereal blade light!
Righteous Kyo drew his blade from the withered branch of the rose, and in the glowing blue light of the effect, it was as if he were wielding a stringed moon.
Sheer blade light swept across the necks of all the black shadows, and a second later, poignant music played, and Righteousness landed as lightly as a white bird treading on sand, and blood soared from between the black shadows' throats at the same time. Righteousness swooped down and held the white girl tightly in his arms as a spotlight covered the figures of the suffering siblings.
"I wish I could be his sister ......," said one of the guests, shedding hot tears.
Is this Broadway Live? Impeccable sound and light effects, impeccable acting, impeccable Righteousness, you know it's just a show, but you still can't help but be moved, the moment he jumped up to embrace his sister the music suddenly switched to "The Maiden Who Fell from the Sky" by Jean Hisaishi, and he hugged her so tightly and so hard that it made you feel as though if that embrace would be the warmest and safest place in the world, and that you would be able to curl up inside it without fear. There is nothing to fear.
Hayabusa had a flashback to ten years ago, when she waved goodbye to her last boyfriend from college at Narita Airport. She stepped into the security lane, but he couldn't get in, and they bowed goodbye one step apart, and Hayabusa held back her tears because she knew that her boyfriend's family had already prepared a blind date between him and a girl from her hometown who was also very good, and that the last chain that had kept them together had disappeared. They are just passers-by.
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