Know Yourself in the Dragon World

Chapter 357 Stormy Night (1) - Fuma Kotaro

(What happened at the same time as beating the White King)

Even the continuous artillery fire would stop at some point, and the sea water would be evaporated by the heat from the shells.

The air was thick with fog, which was slightly reddish due to the blood of the corpses. Strange noises came from far away in the fog along with the waves.

"Master, we are out of ammunition."

When Fuma Kotaro heard the captains' reports, his expression gradually became gloomy.

After the God's Burial Place was destroyed, so many corpse guards fled and then gathered together again because of the God's revival.

And this group of creatures actually possessed a certain level of intelligence. They used their flesh and blood to find out the weakest line in the defense of the four coastlines.

At present, the other three coastlines have been won, and only this one is in danger.

Faced with the ever-gathering horde of corpse guards and his ammunition about to run out, Fuma Kotaro seemed a little overwhelmed.

It will take time for personnel from other lines of defense to arrive. Once these monsters leave the sea and land on the shore, the collapse of the defense line will mean that the residents of Hokkaido will have to face monsters they have never seen before.

"Use up the last of your ammunition, enter the shallows, and engage in hand-to-hand combat." Fuma Kotaro could only give such an order, "You are the best ninjas, the elite of the family, and I will stand with you."

The Fuma family is a family of ninjas, so they have nothing to fear even if a battle like this is not an assassination.

In the light of the last cannonball, Fuma Kotaro untied his robe, revealing his tight-fitting ninja uniform.

He carries a sword and a ninja sword on his back.

After so many years, he had long forgotten his real name. Every head of the Fuma family was called Fuma Kotaro.

He has been the head of the family for too many years and has occupied this position for too long, even causing dissatisfaction among the young people in the family.

It's not that he was reluctant to step down or covet power, but he just hoped that the younger generation of the family would work harder. He hoped to choose someone who was better than himself when he was young to inherit this position. He had been waiting for many years and had been looking forward to it for a long time.

"Aiko, I'll leave the rest to you. Once the reinforcements arrive, things will be much easier." Fuma Kotaro said as if he was giving his last words, but also as a love message: "You are still young, and young people understand young people. If I die here, choose a junior who you think is like me to inherit the title of Ninja King."

"Ryoma Genichirō is a good guy. He is more suitable than me. I thought you chose him just to make me angry. He is more suitable to accompany you for the rest of your life than me."

"I'm too old. Even if I don't die here, I won't have much time to live."

The old Fuma family leader showed pity in his eyes. He seemed to be younger, but no matter how young he was, he was already over 60 years old when he met Sakurai Nanami. There was still the innocence of a teenager in his eyes, but it was washed away by old age and diluted into a bowl of bland soup.

"In the beginning, I did get together with the head of the Ryoma family just to make you angry. But you didn't say anything." Sakurai Nanami knew that she couldn't stop the old man's decision.

She remembered that many years ago, this old man rode a motorcycle to watch her performance like a young man, and stepped on the accelerator to attract her attention.

How can he look like an elderly householder...

The crumbling Sakurai family survived and slowly developed under the protection of this old man.

"I was indeed angry at that time, not because of your leaving, but because you found a cowardly man who I despised." Fuma Kotaro turned his back to Sakurai Nanami, "My old lady can't do anything to me. What happened back then was my own decision. I have wasted several years of your youth, the best years of your life, and I feel guilty."

The head of the Fuma family said with nostalgia: "It is indeed very happy to be with you, as if I am no longer old. But Aiko, time will not change because of your feelings. Old is old. I feel a little tired and unable to run on the beach with you for a while longer. I can't guarantee that after I leave, the next head of the family will still help the Sakurai family. You need someone who can accompany you to the end."

"If that guy Ryoma Genichirō dares to do anything wrong, I will never let him go even if I die." These were his last words as Fuma Kotaro jumped off the helicopter.

This is the last line of defense, built with flesh and blood.

There was no sound of gunfire in the reddish mist.

The wind blew Sakurai Nanami's hair into a mess. Time is really a hateful thing. Now she is a middle-aged woman and the head of the Sakurai family.

The good times are gone, the youthful vitality of my youth is gone, and I can no longer dance the way I did back then.

"I'm here." Another vicissitudes of life voice suddenly sounded in the communicator.

Those simple words instantly washed away Sakurai Nanami's worries, because she had witnessed a power that was almost divine.

"Senior Uesugi!" Nanami Sakurai immediately explained how urgent the current situation was: "The head of the Fuma family is leading people to resist the group of corpse guards on the beach. We have run out of ammunition."

"I know. Ryoma Genichirō told me."

The black motorcycle came in the heavy rain and braked steadily at the edge of the road.

The old man wasn't even wearing a helmet. Most likely he only had one helmet, which he gave to the girl in the back seat.

Just like the night when we returned to the Longyuan Project, it was this old man and this young man who easily solved the troubles of the corpse guards.

"Your brother said to be safe first." Uesugi didn't want Eri to go into battle right after stabilizing the dragon blood in her body.

But the situation is indeed too critical. After solving the trouble here, if there is no result from Han Qiu, Uesugi Yue will need to bring Eri to help Han Qiu.

Eri nodded obediently, without taking off her helmet, she jumped down to the beach with a knife in hand, and walked forward step by step, leaving shallow footprints behind.

Uesugi became more and more aggressive, and the fog was dispersed by the light of his sword.

Using hot weapons against these dead things would be an insult to the emperor's status.

When Fuma Kotaro was rescued by Uesugi Yue, he had lost his left arm, but he was still conscious and the injury was not fatal.

Uesugi Yue pulled him out of the blood mist and laid him flat on the beach.

Eri stood at the edge of the mist, reached out to touch it, and simply drew her sword. The mist was instantly dispersed, and the shallows were littered with corpses.

There is no suspense in this battle anymore, only the ending remains.

The black sun hung over the shallows. Uesugi Yue smelled the pungent smell of blood. He stood tall and turned around to see Eri squatting by the sea, playing with the yellow rubber duck.

The sea breeze blows up the old man’s white hair and the young girl’s red hair.

"The god has been killed by Han Jun and Jörmungandr." Yuan Zhisheng's words came from the communicator.

Sakurai Nanami cried with joy...it's over.

Uesugi Yueya breathed a sigh of relief, but the sound of a yacht coming from afar made him alert again.

He looked back and saw a man and a woman standing at the bow, using guns to kill some of the scattered fleeing corpse guards.

Seeing a face he had never seen before, Uesugi Yue clenched his sword again, and Eri also looked in that direction curiously.

The yacht quickly approached the shore, and as soon as they stepped onto the beach, a man and a woman faced off against the swords of the Eight Clans of Sheqi.

They raised their hands knowingly.

"Hunter, Hunter, also a mixed-blood." The man spoke in Chinese and introduced himself: "Mao Mao, Xia Xia, I have no ill intentions, I just want to see if I can find any bargains. Sorry, I can't speak Japanese, do you understand?"

Sakurai Nanami received the arrangement from Gen Chisei, slid down from the helicopter, stared at the two hunters who came to join in the fun, not knowing what to say.

"Come back with us." This was the only arrangement Sakurai Nanami could make.

Things aren't peaceful after the war. Who knows how many hunters are coming to join in the fun...