After spending half an hour digesting the message of that man's arrival in Imperial Japan, Sakai and his group finally managed to calm down.
"Sakai-Sama, what do you plan to do?" The bar owner, with a dry throat, swallowed hard and looked at Sakai, who was far superior to him in terms of status, connections, and wealth.
They say when the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up. But that man's arrival was far more than just the sky falling; even the ground would shake and crumble.
Japan was about to undergo a complete upheaval.
"What else can we do?"
Sakai let out a bitter laugh, clenching his right fist with his left hand, and said, "I'm heading home. I'll inform my grandfather and father.
This matter is beyond us, and even my elders can't intervene. We need to pass this message up the chain."
"I understand," the bar owner nodded gravely. Though he had no connections, passing along messages to those in power was something he could do.
The bodyguards exchanged glances, their faces showing hesitation.
Finally, one of them mustered up the courage and said, "Sakai-sama, we would like to request leave, just for a day or two."
Sakai shot a cold look at the bodyguard, who immediately lowered his head in guilt.
With a sneer, Sakai retorted, "Don't bother pretending it's just a leave request. You clearly want to book a flight and escape abroad, right?!"
"We wouldn't dare!" The bodyguards were shaking.
"Hmph!" Sakai didn't say more. It wasn't just the bodyguards; his first instinct had been to leave Japan to escape the impending disaster.
Yes.
The existence of that man was a thousand times more terrifying than any natural disaster for Imperial Japan. At least natural disasters could be fought with technology and manpower, but that man remained invincible to this day.
"None of you are leaving. If anyone leaks this information, I'll take their life!"
After regaining his composure, Sakai coldly added, "Don't be in such a hurry. That man coming to Japan, while undoubtedly a disaster, is also a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."
"I believe, from the smallest child to the most powerful general or prime minister, everyone in Japan wishes to kill that man.
He has oppressed our nation for seventy years. As long as he exists, we cannot erase our shame, nor can we restore the fallen pillar of the samurai spirit. And on the global stage, we will never be able to stand tall again."
Sakai's words deeply resonated with the bar owner, the bodyguards, and the women present.
"Sakai-sama, we won't leave!" The bodyguards declared firmly in unison.
"You truly have foresight, Sakai-Sama." The bar owner felt ashamed.
"Now our country is strong, and our technological capabilities have advanced tremendously. This is nothing like a century ago. I refuse to believe that one man can continue to suppress an entire nation!"
With that, Sakai snapped his fingers and instructed the driver, "Turn around! We're going back! Back to the center of Tokyo!"
"Yes, sir!"
The long black limousine disregarded traffic rules as it made a sharp U-turn, heading back toward the bustling city at the foot of Mount Fuji.
Inside Fuji Breeze Bar.
"Boss, someone seemed to have figured out our identities earlier. Should I go out and deal with it?"
Raina crossed her slender legs, holding a glass of wine as she leaned toward Kyle, her sweet lips slightly parted. Even when talking about killing, she showed no emotion, her dark, beautiful eyes gazing lovingly at Kyle.
"No need. Being recognized was only a matter of time. Let's just focus on what we're here for."
Kyle casually shook his head. Even though he knew this would likely stir up hostility in this land, he didn't care at all.
Such is the logic of the strong.
Would a soaring falcon be concerned about the hostility of ants on the ground? Certainly not, and neither would the sun high above in the sky.
"Pay the bill and let's go." Kyle stood up from his seat and headed toward the bar's exit.
"Boss, where are we going?" Raina asked from behind.
"Mount Fuji," Kyle calmly replied.
Mount Fuji— Japan's most iconic mountain, often referred to as the "sacred mountain," stands at an elevation of about 3,400 meters. It is an active volcano.
Though it wasn't winter, the base of the mountain was adorned with blooming cherry blossoms, while higher up, the vegetation thinned. The summit was perpetually snow-capped, a stark white peak piercing the clouds.
Kyle and Raina, like ordinary tourists, strolled through the scenic area at the foot of Mount Fuji. There were many locals there to view the cherry blossoms. While people did give them a few extra glances, no one seemed to recognize them.
It had been seventy years since the events of World War II, and not everyone could recognize Kyle. After all, information about him had been heavily restricted in Japan, with photos, films, and even news reports banned from circulation to avoid causing public panic.
Some locals even thought Raina's sword, Muramasa, was part of a cosplay of some anime heroine.
A few otaku wanted to take photos with her but decided against it after feeling the intimidating aura surrounding Kyle, so they settled instead of taking a few pictures from a distance.
"This place hasn't changed much," Kyle remarked as he observed the majestic mountain in front of him.
"If the mountain had changed, that would be pretty shocking."
Just as Raina playfully stuck out her pink tongue, the ground suddenly shook violently. The cherry blossom trees around them shuddered, and the petals fell like snow.
"What is this...?" Kyle narrowed his eyes, focusing on a certain part of Mount Fuji. He sensed a familiar and powerful presence approaching.
Then, in the shocked gazes of countless onlookers, Mount Fuji erupted with a deafening roar. The summit spewed fiery red lava, thick smoke rising straight into the blue sky, followed by continuous aftershocks.
"The volcano is erupting! Earthquake!"
Tourists and passersby at the foot of the mountain screamed in panic, fleeing desperately in all directions.
Kyle and Raina, however, stood still, exchanging a glance. Then, they shot into the sky, flying toward the source of the eruption at Mount Fuji.
Mount Fuji, usually as serene and graceful as a queen, now raged like a furious demon, spewing scorching lava toward the sky. The mountain trembled, sending hot boulders tumbling down its slopes.
While the front of Mount Fuji seemed unchanged, Kyle and Raina circled to the back, where they found something remarkable. A massive hole had appeared on the mountainside, around fifty meters in both length and width, leading deep into the mountain's interior.
The hole resembled the lair of some giant beast. Outside the cave, along the mountain's slope, were enormous footprints—each large enough to fit an entire car inside.
The mysterious creature that left these footprints had headed toward the sea, its trail vanishing into the distance.
"Could it be that egg hatched?" Raina wondered aloud as she hovered in the air beside Kyle.
"It's likely."
Kyle felt a headache coming on. Whatever had hatched from that egg was clearly no small matter. The eruption and the earthquakes all seemed far more dramatic than anything he had anticipated.
(End of chapter)
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