Starting from the Dragon Tribe! - Chapter 72

Chapter 72: Swordsmen Visiting Delegation

Nanta Airport, Immigration Hall

Ayakobu Kaoru was going about her usual work, inquiring about the incoming passengers’ reasons for arriving here, checking passports, and stamping the “permission to enter” stamps.

But suddenly, there was a commotion within the airport hall, it was the sound of sharp brakes, shouting, and uniform steps. She looked up at the surveillance screen and jumped in fright.

Outside, more than a dozen Mercedes-Benz cars had blocked the road. Men in black suits flooded in from different entrances. Their waist was wrapped, evidently concealing short knives or firearms or other weapons. The men stood shoulder to shoulder, effectively blocking all exits. No one dared to pass. No one even dared to meet eyes with their bloodthirsty gaze.

Mobsters!

She immediately reached out to call the airport guards for help. This was an international airport—how dare they!

But after dialing the number, she found the phone unresponsive. She turned around in shock to find that the phone line had been cut. Standing in front of her was a fierce-looking man with a short knife, causing her to scream out in fright.

“Yasha,” At that moment, the men in black parted to make way for a young man in a black trench coat. He was so young, yet they stood with their heads down, as if not daring to look directly at their king.

The man with the fierce face was singled out by name and immediately stood straighter, and attempted to comfort the girl in front of him by saying, “I’m sorry for your trouble. We’ll leave after we pick up the people.”

After saying that, he went back to the young man’s side.

Only then did Kaoru look up at the young man who had strolled into the airport. As feminine as his features were, his eyes were so cold and stern, which made him emit a solemn aura. No wonder he could keep so many yakuza in line, even though he was still young. He must have a high status among the yakuza, right?

“Why haven’t you found them yet?” Gen Chisei looked inside the hall, and those he met eyes with moved out of the way, as if stabbed by a knife.

TL Note: Minamoto Chisei and Gen Chisei are the same person. Chisei is his given name.

The passengers waiting for the plane thought they were under some sort of terrorist attack. When one person did it, everyone else put their hands over their hands and kneeled down, like a bunch of dominoes.

“It is said that the principal’s special plane is always on time. They should have landed already,” Sakura pushed her glasses up and said behind Gen Chisei.

Behind the counter, Kaoru also calmed down. These yakuza were aggressive, but did not hurt anyone in the process of taking control of the scene, nor did they do anything out of the ordinary. Could it be true that they really came to pick someone up, like what the fierce man said?

But what exactly was the identity of the person/people who could provoke such a response from the yakuza? The head of the Italian mafia?

Chisei raised his hand to look at the time and was a bit dissatisfied. He hated those who weren’t on time.

Originally, the “reception” of the headquarters agents was usually performed by the people below. If it was a “big shot,” it would be the former branch leader, the Inuyama family head, who received them. No matter what, Gen Chisei’s turn for this “honor” should never have come.

But the family got a message at the last second, that the visiting delegation sent by the college this time was different from the irrelevant randoms in the past. They seemed to be the true elite, and one of them was even a newly promoted S-grade!

The S-grade, though the title sounded powerful, did not faze Gen Chisei at first. He thought that except for a legendary dragonslayer like the principal, an S-grade student just meant he had a purer bloodline, not that he was exceptionally strong.

And if one were to discuss the purity of dragonblood, how could the ones in the college compare to him?

But when he read the information that Sakura provided him, he understood why his father wanted him to receive the plane.

The young man named Lu Chen, in just less than half a year, created a record of fighting two 3rd generation dragons. And for his opponents, one was captured alive and the other was executed.

If the college sent their best young person, then they would send the most talented one from the Gen family forward too.

Thus, Gen Chisei was fully armed, wearing as black trench coat that Sakura had tailored for him some days ago and holding the alchemic ancient sword, Kumosetsu*, just like a samurai about to go to war.

*Lit. Spider Cut

He knew that the Secret Party had received some unfavorable news about the family, but to send a few children to give the family a scare was too far-fetched. The reason the family sent him out was to let the Secret Party know that this was no longer the Japan of 60 years ago!

Nowadays, you Europeans of the Secret Party are no longer in charge of this part of Japan—the Yamata-no-Orochi is!

C’mon, I’d rather like to know, just how good the elites of the headquarters are.

The sound of wooden clogs rang out in the quiet hall. Ayakobu Kaoru turned her head to look and opened her delicate mouth in surprise.

The scene unfolding in front of them consisted of three young men with matching flower kimonos, with white socks and clogs, and three umbrellas; the umbrella at the forefront was painted with fluttering red maples, the left with white cranes and chrysanthemums, and the right with four big words, “The World is One.”

And the waists of the men from left to right, respectively, were the black sheath of a katana, a dark red Tang sword, and the wide handle of a bold hunting knife.

Ayakobu Kaoru was stunned and thought, is it possible that what I saw today is fake. A dream, or perhaps they’re filming a movie?

Gen Chisei was also stunned. What kind of group did headquarters send this time? The swordsmen visiting delegation?

The three swordsmen walked through the hall as if no one was there, as if they didn’t see the tourists who were kneeling with their hands on their hands, talking amongst themselves.

“Why are they kneeling? Is this some special Japanese reception etiquette?” The Tang sword wielder wondered aloud.

“Perhaps. Japan is a very polite country,” The hunting knife wielder was a self-proclaimed Japanophile… Not knowing Japanese didn’t stop him from being a Japanophile.

“Then do we have to follow the customs? i don’t want to be thought of as impolite,” The Tang sword wielder joked with a smile.

But the katana wielder interrupted him, “They’re more like hostages in a terrorist attack.”

Instantly, the three swordsmen displayed a dawning expression upon their faces, just short of a long “Oh~”

“That said, the principal sure is tasteful. This loose clothing is quite comfortable to wear,” The Tang sword wielder was very satisfied. This was closer to the Chinese robes and “training attire” he used to wear, and it was more to his liking than the tight and stiff suits.

“Now I’m wondering, when did the principal even figure out our measurements,” the hunting knife wielder reached into his robes, where there was a small pocket built in. He fumbled around and took out a metal box, drew out a Cohiba cigar and handed another to the Tang sword wielder, who also habitually took it in his mouth.

Then the hunting knife wielder felt around a few more times to find that he had left his lighter back on the plane.

The Tang sword wielder saw the other’s distress. His lighter was left in his old clothes, but this was not a problem for them.

He walked a few steps forward, approaching the young man who was supposed to receive the plane and said in Japanese, “Brother, you got a light?”

Gen Chisei: ???????????

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