Dragon Clan: Fujimaru-san is saving the world

The strong wind blew her hair back at the same time. The dark tight clothes wrapped around Yabuki Sakura's beautiful figure, and the dancing hair seemed like a black butterfly with broken wings.

The dried blood solidified on the face like lines of different colors, while the blood that had not yet dried was swept aside due to the strong wind, making the girl's falling figure look like a blur of bright red.

Her body was stained with the blood of Fujimaru Ritsuka, and the smell had already stimulated the Deadpools to go crazy. At this moment, watching this living blood food fall from in front of them, the Deadpools actually left the large observation deck and flew over there involuntarily. Go and open your mouth wide in the air to bite her.

Black snake shadows chased the girl with flying long hair, as if a group of snakes were attracted by the beauty of the flower and would not hesitate to chase her to hell.

What a distorted scene it was, but Yabuki Sakura herself was completely unaware of it. She was facing the direction of the large observatory, her empty eyes still staring there blankly, and her hands were trembling as she tried to raise them.

In her fuzzy mind, she followed human physiological instincts and recalled her short and not spectacular life.

There are many things, but none of them seem to be important.

The important people stayed on the big observation tower, the people she was supposed to protect.

She had imagined that her death would be a peaceful death during a mission, just like now.

She is not the dazzling Amaterasu, but a killer who carries out orders under the light of the sun. She will die quietly, and only a few people close to her can remember her.

Like now.

She has done well enough and worked hard enough.

Ritsuka will definitely take care of the rest.

She was thinking about this, and the approaching death made her slowly close her eyes. The light faded, and her vision was gradually swallowed up by deep darkness.

"Miss Sakura!——"

Her heart seemed to skip a beat, and Yabuki Sakura's eyes suddenly widened.

She stared blankly at the bright white moon, the crimson shadow approaching towards her.

The wind blew the girl's hair back and danced. Her face was so beautiful that people believed that the Creator must have lost a lot of hair for her. Unlike herself who was facing the observatory, the girl's face was facing the ground and she opened her arms. , as if to embrace the world, but more like to embrace oneself.

"I just forgot to say -" The girl seemed to use the edge of the large observation tower as a pedal to accelerate, falling faster than herself, but in this situation, she shouted to herself, her voice dragging out very long.

"I'm back~~~~"

Her crimson hair danced like willow branches in early spring, and she had the usual shameless smile on her face, like the kind of person who could give a passionate speech in the auditorium at any time.

But she was reaching out to herself, reaching out to a man falling toward hell.

Yabuki Sakura was so stunned that she reached out to her, without any reason, just instinctively wanting to get closer to her.

It was a long time ago that Minamoto had talked with Ritsuka Fujimaru about the story of Yabuki Sakura.

She is a Japanese living in Afghanistan. She started killing people at the age of nine. Her self-taught skills make her successful in this job, as if she was born to live for this profession.

But people who live to kill are more hollow than twisted. Yabuki Sakura's life is so pure. She kills people dozens of meters away without being seen, and the blood of the dead cannot stain her body. It is as simple as throwing a can into the trash can.

After arriving in Japan, she was assigned a job as a weapons keeper at a shrine. She oils and maintains the knife every day, making herself smell like kerosene. She doesn't look like a girl, nor does she look like a killer.

Meeting Minamoto was a little later. When Minamoto was 17 and the girl was 16, he took Yabuki Sakura out of the shrine and said he wanted to give her a bite to eat.

After that, the man started to go to Kassel University. Although Yabuki Sakura didn't say it, she really regarded Minamoto Chisheng as the next head of the family to be loyal to, and she used his name to complete a mission when he was away. Another assassination mission and learn how to be a good assistant.

Then, after Yuan Zhisheng returned from studying at the University of Kassel, he built the Executive Bureau into the most powerful independent organization among the eight Sheqi families, and everything was prospering.

At this moment, the girl broke into her world.

That was a stupid kid who couldn't even escape during a nearly life-and-death mission.

He is an optimist who always smiles. He is good-looking and strong at the same time. He looks a bit like a crow and a yaksha when he talks nonsense. When the three of them are together, it's like they are doing a comic show.

But the girl who was smiling like that would not hesitate to run through the collapsing building and reach out to herself. She clearly knew that her world was small, but she insisted on squeezing in, even squeezing out the monarch she wanted to be loyal to, forcing Hao to perform tasks with her, and even live together.

She is like the sun, burning light to anyone who needs it without hesitation.

No, it’s more like a smart desk lamp than the sun, because some people always like to compare themselves to moths in the dark. When the sun overheats, they will burn up. So Fujimaru Ritsuka is not the sun. She is very smart and treats different people. He gave different degrees of warmth, as if he wanted to take care of everyone until they could no longer take care of themselves, and being away from her was like a fish out of water.

Ahhh

What a cunning boy.

Letting his hand be pulled over, the two girls hugged each other in mid-air and the howling wind. Fujimaru Ritsuka grabbed Yabuki Sakura's waist and pulled her towards him, burying Miss Sakura's head in his chest.

"This is a bonus - although I still have a lot to say, it's a pity that there are only a few seconds left before the fall, Team Sakura Yabuki! Get ready for the second impact! Hold me tight!"

The girl smiled, as if they were not a hundred meters high in the sky, but a roller coaster in Happy Valley.

At this time, Yabuki Sakura noticed that the girl had one hand around her waist, and in the other hand was the famous sword that she had just used to assassinate the king - the blade that killed the evil demon of Dajiangshan. Doji Che Anzuna.

The famous sword handed down from ancient times was held high by the girl, but instead of making a beautiful stroke, the blade seemed to be used as a battering ram, and the blade was inserted straight into the outer edge of Tokyo Tower!

The outer frame of Tokyo Tower that looks downward like a slide was originally used to fix the entire building and maintain balance and stability. Deadpool destroyed the middle structure but it was impossible to raise the building itself, so the still stable outer frame is the Fujimaru Tower. Kaoru and Yabuki Sakura were the only focus in mid-air.

The knife penetrated into the steel, causing frequent sparks and cracking sounds in an instant!

Tear, rattle, rattle! ! ! ————

The girl hugged the important person with one hand, and held the handle of the knife tightly with the other hand. Violent tremors inevitably struck. Normal people would be torn apart by this contradictory force in an instant, but Fujimaru Tatsuka But it seemed like nothing happened.

The moment the golden eyes opened, the dragon's blood allowed her body to evolve again.

The knife shattered the shining LED lights together, and the light disappeared little by little, and the shining road gradually extinguished, just like the God Killer waved his hand after completing his great deeds, and also took away the long steps to ascend to the gods. Total destruction!

The storm was roaring, and the raindrops felt like needle pricks on the skin at such a speed, causing pain. In front of him were the sparks and flames caused by the endless collision of the blade and steel.

It seemed like a grand and wild performance, the last movement of the Pathetic Symphony. It was crazy, crazy, crazy, and the rhythm began to sprint towards the peak endlessly.

In such an environment, Yabuki Sakura slowly closed her eyes.

She didn't want to fall asleep, but simply couldn't find the strength to raise her eyelids. She was so tired. Everything tonight was beyond her ability. She had done better than anyone else and worked harder than anyone else. It was time to rest now.

Although she was in the dizziness and strong wind like a crashed plane, Yabuki Sakura felt that the noise and terror in the outside world seemed to have nothing to do with her. In the arms of that girl who was several years younger than herself, she felt Feeling as warm and secure as a mother's embrace.

Although Yabuki Sakura has never felt the so-called mother's embrace.

Speaking of which, Yuan Zhi was born without a mother. It seems that Yasha's mother was also sentenced to death for blowing up his father when he was five years old. Crow didn't seem to have talked about his mother. Only one would remind him to wear clothes when fighting. The father of body armor

Yabuki Sakura was thinking about messy things, her head buried deeper unconsciously, until the roar like a strategic missile landing was heard!

boom! ! !

Dojigiri was pulled out of the steel with an intact posture. After decelerating, the girl suddenly kicked off and jumped at an exaggerated height that was almost like that of a comic book hero to change the landing point.

Fujimaru Ritsuka smashed a deep hole into the ground, and then used inertia to plow out two deep scars on the ground. Countless gravels flew, and the huge collision and shattering sound was almost deafening.

However, this level of impact was already within the tolerance of the hybrid, and Fujimaru Ritsuka's control over her body would not hurt Yabuki Sakura.

When the smoke dissipated, the members of the Executive Bureau lowered their hands from their ears and watched blankly as the girl pulled her legs out of the ground and held Yabuki Sakura in a princess hug.

At the same time, a spiral twist appeared above the smoke, and it was the dragon-shaped Deadpool who was chasing Yabuki Sakura.

The members of the Executive Bureau hurriedly took out their alchemy equipment and planned to shoot, but were stopped by Fujimaru Ritsuka.

After another closer look, I realized that there was something else on the dragon-shaped Deadpool.

They were two men, with cold and gorgeous faces respectively.

Minamoto and Minamoto, the dragon-shaped Deadpool, actually took the initiative to transport the two of them away from the Tokyo Tower that was about to collapse.

This dragon-shaped dead attendant was not a bloodthirsty dragon chasing Yabuki Sakura from the beginning, but a slave controlled by Fujimaru Ritsuka using an oracle.

"Why go to all this trouble when there is such a method?" Miss Sakura asked helplessly in Fujimaru Ritsuka's arms, her voice so weak that only two people could hear it. "Wouldn't it be nice to have the dragon-shaped Deadpool drive us down from the beginning?"

"Eh~~~" the girl drawled. "But when I saw Miss Sakura falling, I couldn't help myself and jumped down. And -"

Fujimaru Ritsuka lowered his head and grinned at Miss Sakura in his arms.

"Don't you think it's cool? It fits my imagination of high-altitude landing~"

".Fool."

"So aggressive!?!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka was shocked. Unexpectedly, Miss Sakura, who had let go of her rules and regulations in exhaustion, actually regained a bit of Iraqi style, opening and closing her mouth with a strong and tough manner.

Thinking about this, she handed over Miss Sakura and the Genji brothers to the executive branch troops stationed on the first floor.

She is not afraid that there is the king's inner ghost here, because...

"I'm super, Miss Sakura, why don't you come in and lie down to rest? What a coincidence."

"I am super, and the young master also fell. Then we will meet a master in this game."

Opening the door curtain of the mobile temporary ambulance station, there are several mattresses for the wounded lined up in the huge space, blood transfusion bottles hanging next to them, and emergency medical equipment prepared by the scientific research institute.

The gentle scum and the rough man wearing glasses lie at the edge. Their faces are bloodless, their hands are in plaster, and their bodies are bandaged like pharaohs in ancient Egypt.

"Wow~ Yasha and Crow-senpai are here too. It looks like they have left a lot of warrior medals. Very manly!" Fujimaru Ritsuka smiled and placed Yabuki Sakura next to the two of them.

"It's not as good as you said."

"But you can also say more."

The two of them squeezed out words from their throats. Because they were not of high blood, they had been fighting for so long with weapons aimed at dragons. Their hands were shooting until their bones were broken, not to mention that they had to fight from the tide of the snake-like Deadpool. Escape from death.

If they weren't trying to show off their strength in front of the younger generation, they would be crying and begging the beautiful nurse to help with the injection.

"Hehe~"

In any case, Fujimaru Ritsuka laughed sillyly, with a smile without any haze.

Everyone survived.

so good.

It seems that all the efforts, calculations, and hard work have meaning.

but

"I really want to use the time of an IELTS essay to praise my seniors, but unfortunately I still have unfinished business." Fujimaru Ritsuka saluted and pointed to the tall tower outside, the Tokyo Tower. The symbol is collapsing at the moment.

Although calculations have determined that this rescue station cannot be hit, and there are not many high-rise buildings in the vicinity of Tokyo Tower, it will still cause a considerable degree of disaster.

Moreover, after those Deadpools destroy Tokyo Tower, they will rush towards the city the next moment. By then, disaster will come to Japan and even the world.

But the good thing is——

"It doesn't matter, I will take action!"

The girl roared so boldly that everyone was startled and looked at her rather artificial Western-style exit ceremony.

"So I'm sorry, brothers. Sister, I'm going to save the world. I'll hear about your heroic deeds when I come back!~"

"Promised~"*2

The girl waved goodbye, and Crow and Yasha nodded feebly.

They didn't even ask.

It was obvious that what the girl was saying was a fantasy, and what she wanted to solve might be a disaster that could not be prevented by exhausting the power of the entire Sheqi family, or even any hybrid organization in the world.

But they did not doubt the girl.

Yabuki Sakura opened her lips slightly and whispered.

"Bon Voyage."

【Bon Voyage】

The girl was stunned for a moment, and she remembered the last words that the weak man said to her, so she was a little dazed.

But then she laughed.

"Um."

The girl walked out of the curtain, and all the surrounding members of the Executive Bureau involuntarily backed away. That was an involuntary act. Even though the vast majority of people in the executive bureau knew Fujimaru Ritsuka, and there were many people who had a crush on the girl, their bodies did not obey their emotions at the moment.

His loose coat was pulled randomly by the strong wind, his golden eyes burned wantonly in the strong wind and rain, and his ears were filled with the long scream of howling wind and twisted steel.

Fujimaru Ritsuka exhaled softly, and she raised the swords in her hands. They were the two magic weapons brought by Minamoto and used by Yabuki Sakura.

Children cut, spiders cut.

No, if you want to achieve the girl's goal, maybe just one handful is enough.

The girl stabbed the spider into the ground and placed the boy in her hands.

It was a heirloom sword famous for beheading Shuten Doji.

She stroked the lines of the knife handle carefully, and quietly closed her eyes.

The collapsed Tokyo Tower and countless legions of deadpools are a threat to the lives of all citizens living in Tokyo.

——This is also a problem that Fujimaru Ritsuka must solve.

That should have been a fantasy, but for some reason, the girl was full of confidence at the moment.

She took a deep breath, and immediately opened her arms wildly in the rainstorm, holding the blade high in an unknown posture. The burning golden pupils in her eyes were like a diamond lion, trying to swallow up this undercurrent of the world.

[Senior, if you can’t believe in yourself, then believe in us. 】

【We will get to you. 】

【No matter it is the temple of the end. 】

[Or the distance you are at right now. 】

The girl closed her eyes and hummed.

"Ah~~ We can't let Mashu take away all his handsome words——"

She, Fujimaru Ritsuka, is fifteen years old, the savior and the master!

Let everything end here, just Tokyo Tower.

"Isn't it just a tower——"

Raindrops slid down the side of the girl's white face. She laughed loudly, but she didn't look ferocious. Instead, she looked as heroic and cheerful as a king standing on the enemy's wall after a great victory and overlooking the world.

"Watch me push it back!!!"

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ps:

Suddenly I felt that the song FAKEit (the theme song of fate strang fake) fits the theme of the second volume very well, so I made it the volume op (shameless

Very nice, recommended.

ps: I am a man who has written a steady update of 7,000 words on the book details page. I am too diligent.

This chapter of five thousand words is two chapters in one. Please see the next chapter for why.