Starting from the Dragon Tribe!

Chapter 77: Yamata-no-Orochi’s Chief

At this time, Chu Zihang and Caesar had also returned, but the two beautiful girls had not. It was easy to tell who had won at a glance.

Only after they were seated again did a few girls carry back Kotono and Setsuko. There weren’t any injuries on Kotono’s body, but the red handprint on the back of her neck gave a few hints for how she was defeated.

Meanwhile, Setsuko had a long red mark on her forehead, and one could tell that it was done by a knife scabbard. No wonder while they were going up the stairs, Caesar was accusing Chu Zihang of not “showing pity and tender love for women.”

The Italian nobleman certainly knew how to “show pity and tender love for women.” But had he not found an opening, Setsuko would’ve met a worse end.

These two A-grade bloodline genius girls were very good, but they had to run into perhaps the two most capable fighters in college other than Lu Chen.

“Today, the Yamata-no-Orochi failed to adequately entertain, but we’ve already prepared a place for you all to stay,” Gen Chisei said. No matter how quick he worked, there was no way he could immediately serve a new table of food, not to mention that the venue was already in disarray.

Today, the Japanese branch against the headquarters visiting delegation could be described as a complete defeat… in every sense of the word.

But at that moment, “Why not try a few moves on me?” The young man who was sitting down turned to look at Chisei. He had a smile on his face, but the look in his eyes clearly showed he wasn’t joking.

Seeing how Chisei didn’t reply, Lu Chen put a hand on the Red Maple, “The branch sent you as the representative to pick up the plane, which means you should be the strongest right now, right? No need to refute it, I can tell.”

Gen Chisei raised his hand and stopped Sakura, who was tensed up, and smiled, “Today isn’t the time for that, but if you’re still interested, you can find me at the Execution Bureau.”

In his view, his power shouldn’t be used to decide meaningless victories or defeats. The family’s reputation wasn’t that important, and if headquarters wanted to demonstrate their prowess, then let them think they succeeded.

Factoring in the first few “fights,” even if he defeated Lu Chen now, it would be meaningless as well as reveal the fact that Japan had a super hybrid race.

This young man in front of him could no longer be classified as a simple S-grade, just like Principal Anjou, they were anomalies.

This young man with the abnormal power was currently working for the college. He was their new sword, so of course the Secret Party could rest assured. But if he, Gen Chisei, defeated this anomaly, then it would garner more attention from the Secret Party. To him, this was all bad news.

Moreover, even if he were to enter his dragonbone state, he was still unsure whether he could defeat this young man who was faster than even him. And judging from the power that he had, it was hard to say whether Kingship could completely suppress him.

The stuff that would happen later was up to the old man. He was never fond of these power struggles.

“Although we’re here to obser…” Lu Chen paused and changed his wording, “to investigate. If your guys’ Execution Bureau has any fun work, give me a shout. Of course, just give me a salary, but payment in alchemic weapons is welcome.”

Gen Chisei’s expression was dark. He thought, didn’t you literally say you were “sightseeing!”

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[Translator – cheiftanin]

[Proofreader – Karane]

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In the same moment in the mountains outside Tokyo, the cold wind blew over the burnt torii, brushing the roof of the shrine, the bare branches of the centuries-old cherry trees shivered, indicating the relentless cold.

White lanterns were hung around the small pavilion in the courtyard. The candle flames within emitted a dense light through the white paper, illuminating the small space.

A charcoal stove on the wooden table. Upon the stove was a Kansai iron kettle. Vapor coming from the kettle mouth slowly rose up to the beam of the pavilion. An old man with white hair, wearing white linen clothes, looked up at the mouth of the kettle, his eyes drifting along with the vapor.

Sitting opposite him was a fairly young man, clean-cut and proper-looking, wearing antique tortoise-shell glasses and neatly combed hair. He looked like some young teacher at a college, and was now respectfully waiting for the old man to start talking.

“Shio, what are the results of the survey and excavation? Did you locate the source of the anomaly that occurred the other day?” The old man spoke up and broke the quiet in the pavilion.

“We changed the excavation method to study the underground river below and found a fork in said river flowing from under Mt. Fuji. The frequency of the anomaly is roughly in that area, but further investigation is needed,” Miyamoto Shio, patriarch of the Yamata-no-Orochi’s Miyamoto Clan, and also the Ganryuu Research Institute, the current top technical leader of the Yamata-no-Orochi.

“The college sent a visiting delegation. It seems they’ve caught wind of some secrets. We don’t have much time left.” The water boiled, but the old man did not bother to move the iron kettle on the stove.

“I will speed it up. Please don’t worry, Chief,” Miyamoto Shio looked serious, with a certain determination.

The old man reached out to lift the iron kettle, but at that moment, a harsh cold wind blew by, and the water vapor that seemed to reach towards the clouds was blown away suddenly. The white lanterns around the pavilion swayed, with some even blown out. The brightness within the pavilion was suddenly dimmed.

Miyamoto Shio could not help but shiver, not because of the biting cold wind, but because of this strange celestial phenomenon. What had just happened was obviously very inauspicious, as if there were hungry ghosts in the darkness devouring the light, chewing on their hopes with a mocking laugh.

Yet after pausing a bit, the old man smiled, lifted the kettle, and rinsed the tea bowl.

“The day is somewhat cold, but in a few months, it will be warm. When that time comes, return here to drink tea. The courtyard will have drifting cherry blossom petals, and the soft spring breeze will add fragrance to the tea. It is very pleasant,” the olds man said as he made tea. The breezy tone willed Miyamoto Shio’s thoughts away, as if the season in which everything is revitalized had already arrived. Even his body felt a few degrees warmer.

He also understood what the old man meant. As long as the Yamata-no-Orochi survived this harsh winter, a hopeful spring would be just around the corner.

the old man passed the tea to Shio, “You are the most talented in scientific research within the younger generation. The revival of the Yamata-no-Orochi ultimately falls upon you.”

Miyamoto Shio respectfully took it. He should have drank the tea according to etiquette, but was too momentarily stunned upon hearing the old man’s words.

“Chief, you’re stepping down!? But the young master is still young, and your body is still in good health.”

He had the utmost respect for the old man who had led the Yamata-no-Orochi to gain a foothold. He could not even imagine what the Yamata-no-Orochi would become with the loss of the Chief.

Gen Chisei was very talented, but was too green in terms of clan affairs.

“I am merely considering it. No need to panic. Chisei also still needs time to acclimate,” the old man cupped the tea bowl in his hand and slowly took a sip, exhaling a breath of hot air, his gaze rising upward towards the waning moon. For a moment, Miyamoto Shio couldn’t figure out what the old man was thinking.

“And the matter of the college’s visiting delegation,” Miyamoto Shio finally asked for advice.

“Just leave it to Chisei. There are more commonalities between young people,” From an angle that Miyamoto Shio could not see, the old man’s eyes were even more difficult to read.

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