I'm Really A Newcomer

When the Tenshu Palace was built, Sakurajima's authority had been transferred from the emperor to the shogun.

Genryu Hotaru held the most beautiful oiran in Nagasaki in her arms and looked at the brightly lit city under her shoes.

The branches of the red cherry pierced the deep blue sky like a red lightning.

Shui Shengchun gently covered the general's thick chest with catkins, and her pair of shapely white long legs were hidden in the floor-length floral skirt. The ends of her eyes were slightly raised, and they were misty, like a private well reflecting the brilliant peach blossoms. Just looking at each other made her express all her dreamlike feelings.

Genryu Hotaru hugged Shui Shengchun's slender waist, and millions of people were intertwined in the neon lights.

"General, 20,000 dead soldiers are ready."

Ryoko Hirata knelt down on one knee, her round head hanging under the breathtaking purple light of the ancient tomb jade, and her delicate cheeks were engraved with shocking cross marks.

"Let them wait." Genliu Ying said softly, stroking Shuisheng Chun's black hair.

"General, I don't understand." Hasegawa Akiki, who has become the president of the Fishermen's Association, couldn't help but ask.

"Don't understand?" Yuan Liuying's eyes were filled with thick gloom.

"Why is it that the wartime state has not been lifted yet, but it has only occupied a few small island countries in the Wanghai Sea? Why is it that today, when the situation in Jiuchuan has been basically fixed, it is still at the risk of the country..."

"Yes, you also know that Jiuchuan's form has been basically fixed."

"So Jiuchuan's whirlpool has nothing to do with human power."

Genryu Hotaru held Shui Tsubaki's shoulders and turned her head to look at Hasegawa Akiki.

The red cherry blossom swayed wildly in the wind at the right time, and its red petals fell "swissly" in the whirling sound.

…

In a bustling red light district somewhere in Nagasaki City, dozens of custom shops display ostentatious neon signs.

The drunken-faced man stumbled towards the depths of the street while holding a wine bottle after taking advantage. The young woman smelling of powder, after straightening her messy clothes, walked towards the blind corner next to the store.

A child who looked to be only nine or ten years old was curled up next to a trash can full of filth. His clothes were dirty, but his little face looked clean.

The woman touched the child's head, and then gently placed the snacks from the custom shop next to him.

"Thank you, Sister Yukiko," the boy said softly.

He looked at the woman's walking back, licked his lips, and then ate the food in the plastic box in silence under the moonlight.

…

"Hasegawa, guess how I reached the ninth level." Genryu Hotaru said hoarsely.

"I..." Hasegawa Qiu Shu felt like a lump in his throat.

"The sky is about to burst."

"If the sky falls and hits Sakurajima on the head, at least we have made sufficient preparations... But if it hits somewhere else... that will be the time for the army to conquer."

Genryu Hotaru let go of Shui Shengchun and walked towards the cliff of the mountain.

Shuisheng Tsubaki looked at Genryu Hotaru's slender figure with affection and trance.

He took off the ancient tomb jade from his waist. The rose jade glowed with ancient purple light under the moonlight.

Since the founding of Sakurajima, this jade has symbolized the supreme power of this land.

Its body contains the power left over from the ancestor of Minaru Hotaru and the Kujo Onigai of the first Emperor Sakurajima.

Everyone surrendered to it and became crazy about it.

Just power, strength, status.

Everything the ancient tomb jade could give him, Yuanyu Hotaru had already surpassed these things.

General Zhengyi of the Yongzao Shogunate threw this eternal piece of Tianqiong Jade towards the city under his control.

"General!" Shui Shengchun exclaimed.

Genryu Hotaru looked at Shui Shengchun coldly and said softly: "Hasegawa, Ryoko."

"I will leave no heirs."

The general pointed playfully into the distance.

"If one day someone picks up this jade, no matter who it is, let him be the king of Sakurajima."

…

The boy threw the plastic box stained with sauce into the trash can. He turned on the faucet deep in the alley and washed the greasy corners of his mouth.

Suddenly, there was an inexplicable loud noise in the noisy world. The boy calmly turned around, and the deep pit that suddenly appeared was filled with a solemn and noble purple halo.

He picked up the extraordinary piece of jade, and his heart beat inexplicably like a war drum.

Suddenly, the boy's mandible was hit hard by a sudden fist, and the drunken man smashed the green bottle on the boy's head.

The boy bit his lower lip, and the dripping blood gradually blurred his vision.

The man staggeredly took away the purple jade that fell to the ground and walked away.

Holding back the severe pain, the boy picked up the pieces of the bottle on the ground.

He stared at the man's back, his seemingly calm eyes filled with endless greed and madness.