Knocking on the door of Pupil Art in Yuanshen

Iwate Prefecture is a prefecture-level administrative district in the northeastern part of Neon.

As mentioned before, the area of ​​a county in Xinzhou is approximately equal to the total area of ​​the British Empire. The same applies to Neon across the sea.

All we can say is that this county is not that county.

Regardless of these, Iwate Prefecture's fishery and agriculture are second to none in Neon. The limitations of the land allow Neon to maximize intensive farming.

However, those who specialize in agriculture cannot escape the criticism of country people. Although their farming results are good, they are still looked down upon by the proud Tokyoites.

On the horizon, the slanting sunset fell on the platform, and the bodies of the boy and the girl were each coated with an orange afterglow.

Zhaoyue's long hair, dyed red and gold, floated like silk in the afterglow of the setting sun, looking radiant and shining.

He was wearing a moon-white kimono, with elegant clouds and sparrows painted on the long sleeves. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he nodded politely to the beautiful girl behind him. He stepped into the Shinkansen carriage with vigorous steps, leaving behind a

A lonely figure from behind.

Kaoru Asano stood on the platform, watching Zhaoyue go away, her slender fingers clasped against her chest, and a look of reluctance appeared on her pretty face.

She knew that the farewell would probably be forever. Even so, she still wanted to ask, but she mumbled a few times, but her voice got stuck and couldn't come out of her throat.

The train rumbled into action, and Zhaoyue stretched out her hand to grab the iron railing.

Looking around, he was the only one inside the dark green car. His red and white shadow was reflected on the glass window, and his quiet and beautiful profile was as melancholy as the autumn leaves in Nara.

"Uesugi-san's Tokyo trip?" The girl mustered up her courage and shouted eagerly. Rather than wanting the person to answer, she was encouraging herself.

"It's a private trip to Tokyo," she confided as she pulled up her flowing skirt and ran, her speed actually keeping up with the starting train for a short period of time.

"きっとまでね!" She stretched out her hand, as if she wanted to catch the retreating figure, but in desperation, she could only hold on to the load-bearing pillar in front of the platform to catch her breath, and watched the train roar away.

"..." After feeling no more attention, Zhaoyue slowly turned around. With his amazing eyesight, he could still see the girl's eagerly waiting eyes in front of the dilapidated small platform.

He immediately turned around and sat on the seat of the carriage not far away. He turned his gaze back to the opposite door and looked through the car window at the sunset sinking into Tokyo Bay.

He didn't spend too much time explaining anything. He and that ordinary girl were destined to be different people.

There are various insurmountable gaps between hybrids, let alone an ordinary person who wants to cross the boundaries of dragons.

The greatest sadness in the world is probably when you pass me by, then you suddenly look back at the other person and realize that he or she is someone you once loved deeply.

Then the crowd gathered, you slowly withdrew your gaze, and then immersed yourself in moving forward. You gradually drifted away, each heading towards a life that belonged to each other.

Time has quietly smoothed the edges of your youth. You are no longer impulsive and have become sensible and adaptable to society. You are a good husband in the eyes of your parents, wife and children, and a good colleague in the company.

But the boy in your heart is already dead, buried in sensible soil again and again. Time has put a tombstone on him. As you grow up, you climb out of the grave and are busy making a living and taking care of your family all day long, slowly rushing towards the final death.

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Maybe Asano Kaoru will come to Tokyo in the future. She did not lose to reality. She was admitted to a good school and lived a high life. At the corner of her fate, she accidentally saw the boy she loved when she was young.

Everyone who wants to chase.

He remained the same, with red hair like silk, white clothes as white as snow, and a temperament that alternated between awe-inspiring and warm. But he was surrounded by people, and even the high-ranking officials often seen on TV bowed to him.

The girl who was pursuing her relentlessly was suddenly defeated. The smile on her lips became stiff. She died in the metropolis of her dreams. Instead, the young woman silently put her bag on her back and left, blending into the crowd and continuing to run for a living and continue her daily routine.

One day tomorrow.

There is actually nothing wrong with such a life. It is a life to live in a floating world and to work hard on the right path. It is also a life to find another way to pursue your dreams.

You should pursue your own sunshine more when you are young, Zhaoyue sighed silently, and finally left this heartfelt wish in his heart, and then the girl named Asano Kaoru was left behind by him because his phone rang.

He opened the folding layer of the flip phone, and the caller's name was clearly displayed as "Inuyama Ga."

"Moxi Moxi, are you the head of the Inuyama family?" He answered the phone and greeted him first.

"Has Kamishiro-kun taken the Shinkansen yet?" Inuyama He tried his best to calm his beating heart. Ever since he knew that there was still an heir of the imperial blood in the world, his heart was as uneasy as beating a drum.

His original intention was of course to mobilize a helicopter to take the new emperor directly to Tokyo, but the young emperor had no interest in a one-stop flight.

"I want to know more about this country," were his actual words, so Inuyama Ga could only hold back his inner excitement and just sent his people from the Executive Bureau to follow and protect him.

Even though there seemed to be no one around now, Zhaoyue could still feel a weak heartbeat in the far corner of the carriage. That was probably a ninja from the Fuma family.

The Fengmo Family, one of the eight Sheqi families, is nothing more than Neon's most professional espionage organization.

The Sheqi Ba family is a mixed-race family native to Neon. They inherit the blood of the White King, which is different from the European mixed-race family. They are the only descendant of the White King in the world.

The White Emperor is the ultimate dragon king who dominates the history of the dragon clan, just like the Black Emperor. The element he represents is the fifth element that is different from the four basic elements - spirit.

The embodiment of spirit is the Philosopher's Stone, which is known as the highest alchemical synthesis product. In the thousands of years of dragon-slaying history, the Philosopher's Stone is the only deadly weapon that can kill the Dragon King.

Regardless of their origins, the Sheqi Eight Family itself is a mafia organization, not a formal government establishment, but even so, the Eight Surnamed Family still plays the role of the ruler of Neon in the shadows and actually controls the entire Neon territory.

They themselves are dark and at the same time restrict darkness. The underworld calls them the family. All gang conflicts above a certain scale must be arbitrated by the family. Otherwise, they are challenging the authority of the family and will be immediately annihilated.

The eight surnamed families of the Sheqi family are divided into upper three families and lower five families. The upper three families are the Shangshan family, the Minamoto family, and the Tachibana family, which symbolize the three gods of heaven in the neon mythology - Susanoo.

, Amaterasu, Tsukuyomi.

The next five are Sakurai, Inuyama, Fuma, Ryoma, and Miyamoto.

Inuyama Ga is the head of the Inuyama family, and he is also the current Sheqi Hachi family, or the head of the Neon branch of Kassel Academy.

Perhaps in ancient times, the eight surnamed families were integrated into one body and were not distinguished from each other, but now, the Shangsan family is the core of the Sheqi eight families.

Because only the "Emperor" can be born from the blood of the upper three families, that is, a super hybrid, who can master the three ultimate speech spirits.

The “judgment” of endless death.

The endless life of "Yaki."

The "black sun" that presses like a black hole.