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The twenty-one swords gathered in the Far East are alliance swords that can give the holder various powers. And the strongest person recognized by all the alliance swords will gain the power to take the entire country into his hands.

The story of the protagonist of "Tokyo BLADE" begins with obtaining one of the alliance swords. After that, he wanted to use the alliance sword to fight in the world, and defeated other alliance sword holders who stood in front of him one by one. . Some of them die in battle, but most join the protagonist after being defeated.

Well, it is a very orthodox youthful and passionate story.

However, the white ghost is the complete opposite of the protagonist.

She has a strong spirit and strength, but she has not been recognized by the Alliance Sword. Even her indecisive sister has obtained the Alliance Sword, but she has lost the chance to dominate the world.

However, the white ghost was not depressed.

"Even without the alliance sword, I can defeat others and rule this country!"

So, with this belief in mind, White Ghost began to act.

"...To be honest, I think it would be more interesting if White Ghost wins."

Looking at the script in his hand, Duanmu Huai couldn't help but complain. Arima Ganai was sitting next to Duanmu Huai, looking at him curiously.

"Yeah?"

"Yes, in the final analysis, the protagonist is still the defender of the old system. He wants to dominate the world, and he only came up with this idea because he obtained the alliance sword. On the other hand, as long as he does not obtain the alliance sword, isn't the protagonist Is he an ordinary person who is willing to be ordinary? He only embarked on this path because he accidentally gained great power. In the final analysis, he still agrees with this alliance sword system. "

Duanmuhuai patted the script and curled his lips.

"So I think the white ghost is more in line with my wishes. So what if I don't have the qualifications? Things like fighting for world supremacy are meant to be fought. It's nonsense to say that you don't have the qualifications if you don't have an alliance sword."

In Duanmu Huai's view, the white ghost's idea is closer to his own way of thinking. Does the prince and general Xiang Ning have the idea? Of course, the Japanese do not have this idea. It is estimated that the author gave Bai Gui'an this background just to subconsciously add drama to her. After all, at the end of the comic, the white ghost was killed instead of surrendering to the protagonist like other defeated people. It is probably because the author feels that such an alien who does not have an alliance sword but is stronger than those who have an alliance sword will be an eyesore in the protagonist's team, so he should simply let her go.

"However, overthrowing the old order is inherently dangerous and thankless, so the fate of the white ghost is quite expected."

"By the way, if you were a white ghost, what would you do?"

"I?"

Facing Arima Ganai's curious inquiry, Duanmu Huai thought for a moment.

"It's very simple. I will kill everyone holding the Alliance Sword and smash them all to pieces."

"Hey? Why?"

"It's very simple. Only those who hold the Alliance Sword are qualified to dominate the world, right? On the other hand, the Alliance Sword limits the qualifications, so as long as all these broken knives are smashed to pieces, there will be no one who is qualified or who is. We are not qualified for such boring things. Everyone can win or lose based on their abilities.”

"How should I put it, it really looks like your style..."

"So in my opinion, there is no need to depict the white ghost using conspiracy and tricks in the plot. With her strength, she can fight those alliance sword holders with a high probability of winning. But after all, it is reality. From the story Personally speaking, a person without an alliance sword is stronger than those with an alliance sword, then Then the foundation of the entire story will be shaken, so from the author's perspective, letting the White Ghost use small means to weaken other people and then fight with them can be regarded as a compromise. After all, this way, the audience will be disappointed. It’s easier to accept that White Ghost can defeat the alliance sword holder.”

As he spoke, Duanmuhuai turned the wooden stick in his hand - of course he would not use that heavy and deadly thing during practice. This thing was mainly used during performances to allow Duanmuhuai to fight with other actors. Pay attention to the distance, lest Duanmu Huai accidentally knocks them away... That would not be a performance effect, but a performance accident.

It might turn into some kind of "stage murder".

"Speaking of which, Chiyin didn't come today either."

Arimagana held up the script and looked at the practice room in front of him.

"It's really rare for that drama fanatic."

"I remember she said she was feeling unwell? It must have been in the past few days, right?"

For girls, this seems to be quite hard work. Duanmu Huai remembers that everyone in the trial court said that the biggest benefit after becoming a dependent is that they no longer have to worry about such things.

Of course, he couldn't realize it. After all, this body now - to put it bluntly, it seemed that even the secondary sexual characteristics had not developed.

"How do I remember that her days are not these days?"

"You even know this?"

I have to say that Duanmuhuai was shocked when he heard Arima Ganai's words. Isn't it strange to remember his own things? Can other people remember them so clearly?

"Why, can't you?"

Perhaps sensing Duanmu Huai's surprise, Arima Ganai glared at him fiercely.

"Before, she almost couldn't appear because of this, but it disrupted the interview plan. If I hadn't stepped in, I don't know what would have happened. That's why I remember it so clearly... Well, it shouldn't have happened in the past few days."

"Is that so...?"

"By the way, don't you have this kind of trouble? I see that you've been in good spirits recently."

"Ah, this... It's really good, because you had a good dream."

"Good dream?"

"Ahahahaha..."

Faced with Magana's question, Duanmu Huai laughed. In fact, he had been dreaming every night in the past few days. In the dream, Duanmu Huai was also kissing a woman. Although it was a dream, Duanmu Huai didn't remember who the other person was, but he vaguely remembered that it was a woman with a good figure and long hair.

The touch was also very real, and I felt refreshed every morning when I woke up.

How should I put it? Having such a dream is always better than dreaming of being pushed down by a man. The latter is a real nightmare for Duanmu Huai. The former is naturally a sweet dream. And since it is a dream, then nothing counts, right? Nothing is more enjoyable than this.

No need to practice tomorrow, let's go see Kurokawa Akane.

Meanwhile, in the dim bedroom, Kurokawa Akane curled up and stared at the ceiling silently.

"Am I... awake? Or am I still dreaming...?"

Muttering to himself, Kurokawa Akane picked up his phone to check the time, then sighed.

"It's already night, practice should be over, ah... why is this happening......"

Kurokawa Akane tightly grasped the quilt, covering himself with it, and looked depressed.

Since the day when marks inexplicably appeared on his arm, Kurokawa Akane would have strange dreams every night, with different contents and uncertain scenes, sometimes in the classroom, and sometimes in a strange hotel room.

But there is only one thing that is certain, that is... someone will appear in it and play with himself.

Although after waking up, Kurokawa Akane basically couldn't remember the content of the dream, and could only vaguely recall some unclear situations, but Kurokawa Akane could still remember what he and that person did in the dream.

What happened?

Why did this happen?

Kurokawa Akane was puzzled by this. She also thought about whether it was some kind of evil spirit, and even went to the shrine to ask for a talisman. But it was useless. The only lucky thing was that she didn't dream when she slept during the day, but only when she fell asleep at night.

Logically speaking, if this is the case, then just don't sleep at night.

But the problem is that this is not under Kurokawa Akane's control. She has tried to drink energy drinks or black coffee, but it didn't work. As long as it is a certain time in the middle of the night, Kurokawa Akane will fall asleep uncontrollably. No matter how hard she tries, she can't resist this sleepiness.

What should I do?

Kurokawa Akane has no idea about this.

"———————!"

Here it comes again!

Suddenly, a sudden feeling of sleepiness came over her, startling Kurokawa Akane.

She had just slept for a day and had just woken up!

No, she had to cheer up... She had to...

However, her heavy eyelids fell slowly without listening to Kurokawa Akane's thoughts.

The next moment, there was only darkness in front of Kurokawa Akane's eyes.

"Bang... Bang... Bang... Bang..."

A rhythmic track sound came from her ears. Kurokawa Akane opened her eyes and could see the scenery speeding outside the window. She turned around and saw that she was wearing a school uniform and standing in a crowded tram. Judging from the sunset outside, it should be time to go home from school.

"————!"

A tight touch came from behind, which made Kurokawa Akane tense her body. She could feel that someone was reaching out and pressing her waist, slowly moving down.

It was that person……………

Kurokawa Akane knew who it was, the mysterious, dark figure, standing behind her now. She was already familiar with his movements, including his fingers, which slid to the weakest part of Kurokawa Akane's defense with ease every time, easily defeating her resistance.

"Don't..."

Kurokawa Akane held the handrail tightly and protested in a low voice. The voices of passengers in the car could be heard all around. Although she knew she was dreaming, she felt extremely ashamed when she thought about doing such a thing in a dense crowd. At the same time, it was also a little bit exciting.

"Don't... here..."

Kurokawa Akane protested in a low voice, and then she heard a vague whisper coming from her ear.

"What does it matter? It's the same here, isn't it?"

"But, other people will see it........."

Although she knew she was dreaming, the thought of herself as a famous actress doing this in a crowded carriage, the tension of being discovered by others, made Kurokawa Akane tense up, and even a kind of eager expectation emerged in her heart. Her sense of touch also became more acute at this moment. She could clearly feel the exhalation of the person leaning against her ear and the eyes of the people around her.

It was different from standing on the stage, but at this moment Kurokawa Akane felt hot all over.

"Sure enough, you naturally like to be looked at, don't you?"

"That's not the case!"

"That's my fault?"

“Squeak————!”

Suddenly, the train turned suddenly, and Kurokawa Akane was caught off guard, lying in front of the window. At this time, she realized that the buttons of her uniform had been unbuttoned one by one, and even her shirt had been lifted up.

"Wait, wait a minute, this will be seen!"

"This is no different from when you are on stage, isn't it? Don't you want others to see you like this?"

"No, I don't want to!"

Kurokawa Akane shook her head desperately, and her black hair also danced back and forth.

"Then you have to hold back. If you scream, you should know what will happen."

"Why?"

Hearing the voice in her ears, Kurokawa Akane was stunned for a moment, but the next moment, her eyes widened suddenly. The huge impact from the rear made Kurokawa Akane cling tightly to the car window, and even the round outline was squeezed and deformed. Kurokawa Akane's lips pressed against the window, and her saliva slowly flowed down the glass...

For Kurokawa Akane, she knew very well that... this dream was just the beginning.