Starting from the Dragon Tribe! - Chapter 102

Starting From the Dragon Tribe

Chapter 102: You don’t seem like a Yakuza

“It does make sense. Compared to using guns, it takes greater courage to use a cold weapon to kill an enemy,” Inuyama nodded.

But Lu Chen shook his head and said, “It’s not that I focus on cold weapons to display my courage. My teacher told me that you will feel guilt when you kill the enemy with a blade, but it is a weight that one must bear. It is the weight of life, and only when you feel that weight do you know exactly what you are doing and will be reminded at all times that you are taking lives.”

He paused and continued, “…If at some point, you don’t feel that weight anymore, then you become a machine that merely kills, no longer a person. Using firearms blurs the perception of that weight. As my teacher thought, most of those who only use guns are cowards.”

After listening to the teenager’s remarks, the two were silent for a long time.

“You have a good teacher,” Inuyama exclaimed.

And Chisei thought it was strange. As far as he knew, Lu Chen had two teachers; one was a teacher who ran a martial arts school, and that his martial skills were good, but he hadn’t committed any wrongdoings against other people or creatures.

The other was Scheider, the current head of Cassell College’s Execution Bureau. He was indeed an old bastard, but he felt that according to Schneider’s character, the first priority was the destruction of the enemy at all costs. As for guilt, that was something one pondered about once in hell.

Upon noticing that the atmosphere seemed to have become heavy, he smiled and spoke, “Then according to your words, your group’s Caesar is also a coward. I hear he specializes in firearms.”

Lu Chen shook his head and smiled, “Brother Caesar is different. In critical situations, he is also a good man who will wield a blade.”

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Inuyama Katsu looked at the receding figures of Gen Chisei and Lu Chen as they left, and for a moment, felt very old, so old that he had actually lost in every way to his teacher’s new student.

After Chisei and Lu Chen got into the car, Sakura started the car and drove out of the Inuyama clan’s private residence.

“By the way, are you really not going to have a sparring match with me?” Lu Chen turned to face Chisei, who was lighting a cigarette. He was quite interested in this young man who was a few years older than himself. He seemed to be decently strong and was good at Japanese kendo.

Chisei exhaled a puff of smoke, “I can’t beat you.”

This straightforward admission blocked all of Lu Chen’s planned retorts.

“Yesterday, I heard from Caesar that you are the Gen clan head in the yakuza, and that you’re going to succeed the head of the clans who manages the yakuza, but to be honest, you don’t seem like a yakuza,” Lu Chen said, taking out a metal box, and removed a Cohiba cigar, which he hadn’t touched since meeting Erii, and handed it to Chisei, “In the words of Brother Caesar, a real man should smoke this.”

Chisei froze and took it. He didn’t imagine Lu Chen would actually take the initiative to converse with him.

“Then what do you imagine the yakuza should be like?” Chisei cut the cigar cap with his powerful fingers like a knife, lit the cigar and took a puff. Indeed, it was excellent. It seemed like something that an asshole Italian douchebag would favor.

“Street fighting, collecting protection money, oppressing the lower class, forcing good people to become part of you, or prostitution,” With each word, Chisei’s face became gloomier, be couldn’t refute. The purpose of the Yamata no Orochi was more noble, but the things Lu Chen said were unavoidable; there would always be rats who would do those acts.

“The things you said, I have not done; but, I’ve done worse things,” Chisei gazed out the window. From Lu Chen’s angle, he couldn’t see his eyes, but he suddenly felt a sadness permeate this man who had always been proper and serious.

Rather than saying that he had done bad things, it seemed more like he was saying that he knew something extremely regretful, so much so that it was carved into his soul with a red-hot iron, unerasable by even reincarnation!

But he was supposed to be the young master of the Yamata no Orochi, the future emperor of the underworld. What could make him so regretful?

The phone rang in this moment, breaking the suddenly heavy atmosphere in the car. Lu Chen glanced and smiled, “Since you want to follow me around, why not drink together tonight.”

Chisei turned around and froze, confused by this nutcase’s thought process, were we ever this close?

After this afternoon, he no longer felt like monitoring Lu Chen. This teenager didn’t seem like the kind of person who would disregard the safety of the public.

He also read yesterday’s report. The boy had rushed all the way from the Peninsula Hotel to Ganryuu Institute. He tried his best to go on a path with the fewest people. In places with people with many people, he would deliberately slow down to avoid hurting civilians; otherwise, he could’ve been faster.

The only thing that made him suspicious was that all the surveillance protocol on the main road had inexplicably failed that day, but judging from the time the boy arrived, he didn’t seem to make any stops.

He was ready to just send Lu Chen back to the hotel and leave him alone, but he didn’t expect the other person to actually invite himself for a drink at this time, and it seemed like the other two dumbasses would be there too.

He should have refused, but for some reason, nodded instead. Now that the Mou Kishu had been weakened and the geological excavation was going according to schedule and the risk of war with the college had been averted, he was in a rare mood for some relaxation.

Perhaps his curiosity about the teenager had been roused. Maybe he wanted to know how this kid, who had come from some backcountry place, had the eyes of a true warrior.

Nightfall, Chisei sat on the leather sofa with a dull look.

He looked at the dumbasses and was a bit speechless. Who had this sort of thought process? That a night spent between men drinking and chatting should be done at a place like Takamagahara!?

Lu Chen pointed, a bit embarrassed, at the host with dyed blond hair and wearing a purple open chest leather jacket sitting next to him, also a bit awkward. He felt having a man sitting next to him, servicing him, and conversing with him was quite embarrassing.

“Since we’re here, of course, we have to experience the specialties located in this place. But indeed, it isn’t quite like what I’d imagined. You guys go down first,” Caesar waved his hand. He also was not used to having the company of male servers while in a club. He felt the “delicate” host’s gaze on him becoming a bit strange.

“Open four more bottles of champagne,” Caesar snapped his fingers as he reminded the hosts who got up to leave.

Looking at this Italian nobleman’s proud air, it didn’t seem like he was embarrassed at all that four men had come to Japan’s top host club.

“Say, Brother Caesar, aren’t you afraid of the news spreading back to the college?” Lu Chen looked at their surroundings. He originally thought that they had come here to eat and drink, not expecting Takamaghara to be such a “bewitching” place. If this reached paparazzi like Finger, it would definitely reach the college.

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