Dragon Clan: Reboot Life

Chapter 41 He is Amaterasu ([-])
"The first is the style of writing. The concentration of secondary school is too high. It looks like you started writing in middle school, right? You have to consider your audience, and the second is grammar. As a foreigner, I can see that it is full of mistakes and omissions." Ah! Nobody buys essays written by primary school students, even if they do, the editorial department won’t accept them, and if you set questions..."

Akira Sakurai stood beside the young man restrainedly, without saying a word, listening to the man's criticism of his novel, his face felt burning.

He didn't need to look in the mirror to know that his face must be flushed now.

The young man raised his head and said with a serious expression: "The setting of the Son of Light and Darkness is too mediocre. I think it can be changed to an ordinary boy, and then slowly reveal his life experience as the story develops. He is the strongest in the previous era, his grandfather is the top of the enemy's high-level, the reason why he can always be unrestrained is because his grandfather is in the dark, and the younger brothers have to give his grandfather face... What do you think?"

Hearing this, Akira Sakurai finally couldn't help but said, "Then why did you set it as an ordinary person at the beginning?"

"Because most of your readers are ordinary people, you should give them a sense of substitution at the beginning!"

Young people spread their hands,

"Afterwards, I will slowly dig out his life experience, giving readers a feeling of 'Fuck, the protagonist is so awesome and in love'. After all, the current mainstream is still the theory of blood. How can you be better than others if you have no background and no blood? Are you full of justice and passion?"

Akira Sakurai was silent: "Bloodline does not necessarily bring strength..."

"for example?"

"The cage, the prison, and the sky that will always have only one corner." Akira Sakurai said softly.

As a child, Akira Sakurai used to sit in the middle of the playground and look up at the sky.

But when he raised his head, there was always the same square sky above his head.

He sat on the lawn and named each cloud, but the next day all the clouds with names left, and he was the only one left sitting on the lawn.

Only then did he realize that that corner of the sky was all he had.

"The young man understands very deeply and thoroughly!" The other party looked relieved.

Akira Sakurai smiled wryly. He didn't know where this guy came from, but he could lose his ability to resist with just that one glance. The other party was probably also a member of the family, and he was also a mixed race with noble blood.

The law enforcers said that they inherited only "trash bloodlines", while the law enforcement officers inherited "elite bloodlines".

Rubbish pedigree will increase the risk of rampage.

And elite bloodlines endow hybrids with unparalleled abilities.

The latter are born above ordinary people.

The former was born to be imprisoned in this caring school.

How can people who are born to embrace the beautiful world understand these moles who hide in the dark and cannot see the light?
The sound of flipping the book came again.

The young man asked casually, "Did you draw these illustrations?"

He flipped through the exercise book, and there were blue pen characters written in every corner, as well as comics drawn with pens.

The adventurous boy is carrying a giant sword as tall as a person, with an enchanted short spear tied to his thigh, and a tall dark god stands behind him; there is also a girl with ponytails wearing a Japanese sword, and her feet are on pulleys.

This is an adventure story, about the adventure story of Akira Sakurai, the son of light and darkness. He named his sword the Blue Judgment, and the enchanted short gun is called Doomsday End. His route is to open the gate of the sky channel and open the star sea route. For this reason, he constantly tempered himself to defeat the Martial God Fa Yinming who sealed the sky's waterway.

During the long journey, he met Leila, the colorless elf messenger. G．Nami.

Since then, she has forged a fateful bond with this girl with a ponytail and a knife...

This is a story about the second year of middle school, but it is full of the burning ambition and inferiority of a boy from childhood to adulthood.

He poured all his beautiful fantasies and longings for future life into this novel.

So beautiful...and so mean.

Akira Sakurai replied in a muffled voice.

"Why don't you stop writing novels and switch to illustration?" The young man scratched his head and suggested.

Akira Sakurai said cautiously: "Do you think I have talent in painting?"

He thought to himself that if this is the case, maybe he will practice hard for 18 years, and when he enters the society at the age of 40, he will be able to become a generation of illustrators, and maybe...

"No, I just think your illustrations are at least better than your novels, although half a catty is right." The young man shrugged.

Akira Sakurai lowered his head again, silent.

"Okay, okay, I'm joking with you." The young man got up and put his arms around his shoulders, and pulled him to the window. "By the way, isn't this the first floor? Why are there iron bars around the window?"

"Prevent us from running around." Akira Sakurai said expressionlessly.

"Running around? Aren't you an adult in your 20s?" The young man looked stunned.

"We...inherited a trash bloodline, and there is a risk of going berserk at any time, and security personnel will come to lock the iron gate every night." Akira Sakurai's expression gradually dimmed.

Because he inherited garbage blood, he was sent to Guan Ai School after completing the blood identification at the age of five, and his parents never came to see him; so every year law enforcement officers came to judge him, and his head was always hovering Holding the sword of Damocles; so he will live in a cave all his life, hiding in the dark and living humblely...

If birth can be chosen, Akira Sakurai would not want to be born.

"Garbage blood?" The young man asked lightly, "Who said that?"

"Law enforcers... people like us are born ghosts, the most despicable kind."

Sakurai Akira murmured, as if returning to a nightmare.

In his dream, there was a ghost hiding in his heart. It was raining overwhelmingly. In the cold and wet rainy night, the ghost crawled out of his body and looked at the world with hatred. Then split him and the ghost together...

That was the deepest fear buried in his heart, and he would dream about it every rainy night.

Every rainy night when he wakes up, he listens to the sound of dripping rain outside the house, and shrinks in the corner in fear. There is no one to rely on. He can only hug himself tightly, imagining that someone is hugging him for warmth.

The house was silent.

The young man didn't answer the phone again.

His eyes were blurred and melancholy, looking at the sky that was cut into pieces by the iron railings and clearly defined.

Is this the world of ghosts?

The sky is blue and clear, but there is always only one corner, just like the frog in the well.

But the frog at the bottom of the well is happy, because it thinks there is only one corner of the sky in the world, and it owns the whole world.

But ghosts are different. They know the vastness of the world, but they can only look at their own corner of the sky, wondering if the distant sky will be more clear...

So in the eyes of that girl, the world is like a gem protected by snakes, dangerous and beautiful.

She conceived her own world in the anime, but she was extremely eager to get out of the prison and go outside to see the real world...

If Akira Sakurai is a dangerous oni, that girl is an extremely evil one.

She shouldn't have been born at all, and there was only one reason for her birth, and that was to be a sacrifice for the birth of the new king...

Sakurai suddenly trembled.

He felt the majesty and anger in the air, which was a majesty far above the law enforcement, and the anger that seemed to ignite the world!

He raised his head in fear, and saw the young man beside him staring at him.

The torch that will subvert the world is burning in the dark golden pupils!
"Do you want to change together?" The hoarse voice was as deep as thunder.

"Change... what?" Akira Sakurai subconsciously asked.

The young man slowly stretched out his hand to him, as if handing him a light that the mole would never see in his life.

"The future, life, the world... anything is fine, anything is fine, as long as you think about it!"

Akira Sakurai retreated subconsciously, "No... no... what I inherited is..."

"Raise your head!" The stern voice sounded instantly, "Why should you be denied by others and control your life? Only those with power are qualified to decide the future. Do you only dare to write your dreams in novels?"

Akira Sakurai stood there blankly, with a dry throat, and said, "I... can I...?"

The young man hugged him gently and whispered in his ear:
"I don't know, but if you don't even dare to try some things, then you will always be a waste. If you lose even hope, what are you left with? There is only overwhelming darkness, and you want to do it all your life Mole?"

He whispered, but roared like a lion, every word was deafening!
"No... I don't want to! I didn't do anything wrong! Why am I locked up here, just because I inherited the wrong bloodline?!"

Akira Sakurai suddenly jumped and roared, hysterical, but full of tears.

The young man was reflected in those burning eyes, as if the mole had seen the blue sky and the hot sun for the first time.

The young man held out his hand to him again.

"Then let us change our destiny together."

"No one can choose their origin, but we can decide what we will do."

"I will promise you that on this right path, I will never abandon you until we reach the other end of the road."

Sakurai Akira held that hand trembling all over.

At that moment, he seemed to see the warm and bright sun.

It turns out that the sun may not be so scorching, it just warms the bodies and minds of the moles...

(End of this chapter)