Starting from the Dragon Tribe!

Starting From the Dragon Tribe

Chapter 100: Yamata no Orochi’s Confidential Talk

The next morning, in a Minka, Miyamoto Shio and Gen Chisei sat side by side, looking at the old man across from them as they waited for him to make a decision.

Tachibana Masamune held a tablet with various information flashing on it in his hand, his face expressionless, but his heart slightly relaxed.

Eventually, he put down the tablet and held up a teacup and sipped, the mist rising to cover his eyes, so that Miyamoto didn’t know what the Grand Master was thinking.

“Grand Master… the college asked the headquarters agents to participate throughout the entire geological investigation process. How should we respond?” Miyamoto Shio asked. He had just summarized the latest excavation results yesterday and basically determined that the area underground was indeed anomalous, likely hiding a dragonkin, otherwise there wouldn’t be such strong electromagnetic interference.

In other words, the God… that they, Yamata no Orochi, had always feared might be there.

“Pops?” Chisei voiced out, because Tachibana merely drank tea and did not respond.

“Let the headquarters agents participate in this operation, but the initiative should be in our hands, and they must listen to our branch’s arrangements,” Tachibana put down his teacup and made a decision.

“But, Grand Master… God’s existence can’t be made known to Europe’s Secret Party,” Miyamoto said conflicted. The secret they had guarded for thousands of years within the Yamata no Orochi was going to be exposed to the Secret Party?

The Europeans were far greedier than they were, and the Secret Party would squeeze every last bit of value out of the Yamata no Orochi.

“Do we even have a choice? This is not the time to go to war with the Secret Party, and now that Mou Kishu’s Osho has been ended, we must first revive the glory of the Yamata no Orochi, and only after we have grown strong will we be able to negotiate with the Secret Party,” Tachibana’s words were reasonable and justified. Osho had been killed, so their immediate priority was to do their best to eliminate the remnants of the Mou Kishu and stabilize their internal matters. That was the long-term plan.

“Understood. I will do a good job on this,” Miyamoto Shio was convinced by the wisdom and vigor of the Grand Master and bowed respectfully. He would definitely complete the excavation to perfection and find out if that guy really was the God.

“The family members of clan members who died this time will receive three times the normal pension,” Tachibana arranged, “Shio, it’s been a hard time for you, but this is a critical time for the Yamata no Orochi. You should also take care of your health.”

Miyamoto Shio’s face really didn’t look healthy. The recent lengthy overtimes took a toll on him, along with the fact that Ganyuu Institute was attacked last night.

“Thank you for the concern, Grand Master,” Miyamoto saluted and withdrew, seeing that the grand master had something else to say to Gen Chisei alone.

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Only after Miyamoto left did Chisei say doubtfully, “Pops, weren’t you always resistant to the Secret Party’s involvement in this matter? If they get involved, Yamata no Orochi’s secret, along with the secret of God, will be revealed before them.”

Chisei was puzzled. Rather, he had always been puzzled as to why his old man was so resistant to the Secret Party’s involvement in matters concerning God.

They called it “God,” but it was nothing but the Dragon King. Their purpose was to kill God, while Principal Anjou’s goal was to kill dragons. They didn’t have any conflicting goals.

Although the clan had always preached that once the secret of their lineage was exposed, it would attract the covet of the European Secret Party, which would be a great disaster for them.

But he once had studied at Cassell College and even received the honor of having afternoon tea with the principal. With his understanding of him, the old man did not care at all about draconic bloodlines, and they weren’t dragonkin, either.

The Mou Kishu could be seen as the godly pathway to becoming a new dragon race, but they, the Yamata no Orochi, were merely trying to kill God and end the predestined prophecy of their clan that had lasted for thousands of years.

“As you said, Chisei, in fact, we have no conflict of interest with the college. We want to kill God, while they want to slay the dragons. At this time, we have no need to stand in opposition to the college,” Tachibana brewed a cup of tea for Chisei, his tone wasn’t as serious as the one he used with Miyamoto Shio.

“You’ve figured it out, Pops?” Chisei was somehow relieved. He had previously advised cooperating with the college to kill God. Although the current events were a mess, it didn’t culminate into war with the Secret Party. The old man finally relaxed.

And even though those headquarters agents had their strange quirks and weird thought processes, their strength shouldn’t be underestimated, especially Lu Chen’s, for even he had to fear his prowess. With the assistance of these people, the success rate of their plan would be greatly enhanced.

“I’ve figured it out. The exposing of our clan’s secret would mean its longevity. I’m old, so the burden will be passed onto you. I’m afraid you won’t be able to go to France to sell sunscreen,” At the end of the sentence, Tachibana even showed a teasing smile. Chisei also froze. He only once mentioned it to his old man the life he longed for after God died. He only said it jokingly and didn’t expect his old man to take it to heart.

In fact, he wasn’t joking. He was tired and exhausted from all these years. He didn’t want to stay in this busy and cold city, instead wanting to go on vacation somewhere warm. He wanted to escape this place.

“If I can put an end to the Yamata no Orochi’s destiny, then I am also willing to bear the burden,” Chisei looked serious, as if he had made up his mind, but finally smiled, “But you’re still quite young. You should be able to work for many more years.”

Tachibana was a bit stunned, then shook his head and smiled, “It seems like you still want to go to France to sell sunscreen. Can’t you take into account this aging body of mine?”

This sort of non-serious, even somewhat warm conversation could never be conceived by the Yamata no Orochi’s people.

To them, even though Tachibana Masamune treated people with generosity, he had an aura of authority and arranged all kinds of matters seriously. It was hard to imagine that he could have this kind of expression. That smile even had a touch of doting on it.

“If the clan really makes it to that day…” Chisei steeled himself, his eyes firm, as he said, “I will take on the mantle.”

Tachibana sighed, “Alas, I’m actually not qualified to be a teacher. I didn’t do many things well, and I’ll end up leaving a mess for my students. Perhaps I really am not as good as Anjou.”

Chisei didn’t reply, instead changing the subject, “I’m going to accompany Lu Chen to meet the Inuyama clan head this afternoon.”

“That’s fine. Lu Chen is an unstable factor, after all, and I’m relieved to have you by his side, Chisei,” Tachibana nodded his head.

Chisei smiled bitterly, “Pops, I’m only there for appearances. I couldn’t stop that guy if he really caused trouble.”

He now had to admit that even if he activated his dragonified state, he wasn’t Lu Chen’s opponent.

“Go forth. As Yamata no Orochi’s future head, have confidence in yourself. Your teacher is a failure, but I hope you will succeed,” Tachibana encouraged.

Chisei nodded and rose. As he walked out of the room, he felt a bit emotional.

I have never compared you to Principal Anjou. To me, you are… my father.

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