Dragon Clan: Fujimaru-san is saving the world

——Are you also a monster?

Before Fujimaru Ritsuka had time to think about what this sentence meant, Tachibana Masamune had already clapped his hands to announce the end of the meeting. Interested family heads went down to the fifteenth to tenth floor to attend the banquet. Those who were not interested can leave now and return to their residence. .

The head of the Uesugi family was the first to leave. When she heard that she could go back, she ran away faster than anyone else. It was obvious that the option of "going to the banquet" did not exist for her at all.

What a pity, I originally wanted to talk.

Seeing the crimson hair disappear from his sight, Fujimaru Ritsuka had no choice but to leave first.

"Boss, see you later, I have something to tell you."

"Um."

After Minamoto nods, the room has become empty. Only Minamoto and Tachibana Masamune are left in the huge shrine. Obviously they still have something to say.

"What a lively little girl. I heard she is only fifteen years old?"

Tachibana Masamune smiled like a good elder who cared about future generations. In the slightly sunken eye sockets, a pair of dark eyes hide an emotion that no one can see through, like love or some other more straightforward emotion.

"Third year of junior high school."

Yuan Zhisheng's figure visibly slumped after everyone else left. He no longer straightened his back or sat upright, but simply crossed his legs and put his hands on the ground.

Maybe he is the director of the Executive Bureau, or maybe he has become cold and rigid due to the heavy work pressure and the mechanical killing journey, always looking tired, but in front of Masamune Tachibana, there is always a little bit of youthfulness left.

In front of him is the head of the eight Sheqi families, but for Yuan Zhisheng, his identity as his adoptive father is more important.

Yes, Tachibana Masamune is Minamoto's adoptive father.

During his childhood, Minamoto was fostered by Tachibana Masamune in a small mountain town, and lived there with an old friend whose name he was reluctant to mention now. That old friend can no longer be found.

He only had Tachibana Masamune left, so he could barely answer what Tachibana Masamune said.

"That's really an incredible monster. It's smaller than you. It seems to be about the same as Eriki?"

Tachibana Masamune has a straight nose, deep-set eyes, and facial lines as clear as a knife. He is different from ordinary Japanese old people, but he has pure black pupils, and his every move has a strong Japanese flavor.

From this we can conclude that he is probably a mixed race.

At this moment, Masamune Tachibana was making tea like a pure Japanese, and seemed to be casually chatting with his juniors about home affairs, which was completely different from his undoubted homely demeanor just now.

"Well, it's almost the same as Eriki."

Yuan Zhisheng lowered his head and thought for a moment, then spoke after a slightly longer silence.

".But they are different."

"Yes, is it stable?"

"Much more stable than me. Dad must have heard the Miyamoto family leader explain the conditions for mixed-race classification, right?"

The two of them had a tacit understanding and changed the topic of Uesugi Eriki, and Minamoto spoke solemnly.

"Of course, old man, I'm not blind to what's going on outside the window." Tachibana Masamune laughed and cursed at first, and then said. "The factor in assessing the bloodline level is not the proportion of dragon bloodline, but the content of excellent genes, and the content of "excellent genes" can be reflected by the degree of resonance with the dragon culture."

"Well, that's why I said Fujimaru Ritsuka is an anomaly."

Yuan Zhisheng took the tea that Tachibana Masamune had prepared in front of him, took a sip and said.

"Her blood collection process was completely captured by the surveillance camera, and there is no possibility of cheating. The final analysis result is that the proportion of dragon blood is not high, but the content and quality of excellent genes are suspected to exceed all recorded values ​​in history. It resonates so well with Long Wen that it’s scary.”

"That's a completely different evolutionary path from the Emperor's"

He advanced the topic without waiting for Masamune Tachibana to ask questions.

"Analyzing it one by one, first of all, the proportion of dragon blood is not high. This is also consistent with the fact that her ancestors have nothing to do with the Sheqi family for generations. It may be that she received the gift of dragon blood as far back as ancient times. The proportion of her dragon blood Unlike me and Eri, it doesn’t exceed 50% of the hybrid limit at all, it’s even lower.”

When he said this, his eyes narrowed and he paused for a while.

"But it's very strange that her dragon blood ratio is stable. According to the knowledge I gained from my further studies at Kassel College, this is almost impossible."

"Dragon blood is a cruel and ferocious substance. Human genes are frighteningly weak compared to it. In fact, according to theory, once a hybrid is born, the proportion of dragon blood will only increase rather than decrease. Most The so-called "stable" hybrids only mean that their human genes are greater than the proportion of dragon blood before death, so they haven't gone crazy yet."

Yes, it's just "not yet". No matter how slow the rise is, it can't be completely silent.

impossible.

"But Fujimaru Ritsuka's situation is very strange. The blood taken from her shows no signs of erosion in the external environment. The dragon's genes are like a good baby wearing diapers, sleeping soundly. It's almost like..."

Yuan Zhisheng opened his mouth and finally hesitated.

"To be honest, the researchers in charge of this part are so confused now that I don't even want to read out the contents of their experimental reports."

"Huo, what's written on it?"

With a look that didn't know whether to laugh or cry, Yuan Zhisheng's sharp eyes were filled with helplessness at this moment.

"The head of the Miyamoto family said there are three possibilities. One is that Fujimaru Ritsuka's spiritual element is abnormal. The so-called spiritual element is also called the fifth element. It exists in the world like the other four elements, but humans cannot interfere and observe. But it does exist. Fujimaru Ritsuka's spiritual element is so abnormal that it is like the white dragon king, able to suppress the violent dragon instinct and get rid of the shackles of the black king.

The second possibility is that the dragon's blood is afraid of the human part of her genes. A large part of Fujimaru Ritsuka's weird power probably comes from her being a human being who is super-standard. Even without the dragon's blood, she is born with He is a rare superman in human history. "

"The third possibility is."

Yuan Zhisheng seemed to feel that he looked a little stupid for saying this, and shook his head.

"She took both."

"."

This conclusion even stunned Tachibana Masamune. He didn't know what he was thinking in his dark eyes. After a long time, he quickly coughed twice and picked up the topic.

".Although it is whimsical, the clever thing is that this conclusion cannot be denied."

"It can't be proven, because unlike dragon blood, human genes don't resonate with dragon writing or human speech. Our research on human genes has not yet penetrated to this level. Not to mention spiritual elements, we don't even have it yet. Completely understand its definition.”

Yuan Zhisheng took up the topic and sighed.

"But in any case, as far as the conclusion is concerned, the Guanglan Iwa Research Institute, including the head of the Miyamoto family, all agree that this case cannot be replicated, and there is a high probability that she will not go berserk. She is still young now, and I will be able to do it after a few years of growth. It’s time to retire with honor.”

"You haven't been the director for long, have you?"

Tachibana Masamune rubbed his chin, a little speechless

"Speaking of which, have you ever asked her what her speech spirit is? The one who can repel fierce ghosts and dragon kings must be the fighting type. From now on, she should guide people more and be a good senior. Don't always keep a straight face. Do you understand?"

As Tachibana Masamune spoke, he acted like an elder in the family, and his gentle and gentle voice was very kind.

"Yes Yes Yes"

Yuan Zhisheng is weak.

"I just need to say it once. Well, then it's almost time. Let's stop the father-son secret talk. You can go down and attend the banquet."

After saying that, the white-haired old man stood up and planned to leave first.

"Dad, aren't you going?"

"No, I still have to take care of some things for you."

Neither of them paid attention to the blurted address, and Minamoto just asked casually, so he watched Tachibana Masamune leave without trying to persuade him to stay.

The man stood up and patted his butt, even though he knew that there could be no dust on the tatami in the family shrine.

(Go to the party.)

Unlike those old bosses who hold their own identities, Yuan Zhisheng prefers to go to banquets than to have meetings. It's not that he likes places with a lot of people, it's just that having plenty of drinks makes him happy.

Boom. Boom.

The elevator sank, the LCD screen kept flashing, and the rope pulled the iron sheet and made a rustling sound. Minamoto Zhisheng leaned against the elevator with his arms crossed, recalling in his mind the back of Tachibana Masamune when he finally left.

I don't know why, but I always feel like he's a little impatient?

Illusion.

Minamoto Zhisheng changed his posture and stood, putting aside his own doubts in his mind, and began to worry about Fujimaru Ritsuka's situation at the banquet.

There are too many people who are curious about Fujimaru Ritsuka, because he was at the top of his game right after his debut, and some people deliberately praised Fujimaru Ritsuka and compared him with the director of the executive bureau, that is, Minamoto Chiaki himself. I think those rough guys would not understand it because of their personalities. Keep it in hand.

He had no doubt that those people would smile and show proper etiquette, and then in an instant they would start provoking the girl to use the sword to see Zhenzhang.

He believed in Misbuki Sakura and others' judgment of their strength, so he was not worried about Fujimaru Ritsuka being beaten to the ground or anything like that. He was just worried that if things turned into a full-scale battle, it would affect the girl's reputation within the bureau. .

After all, they didn’t go on a mission together. Fujimaru Ritsuka, whom Minamoto knew indirectly through the report, was still at the level of a highly respected student council president. He spoke off the line, stayed calm in times of crisis, and was a junior high school student who was super capable of fighting. .

Junior high school students and gangsters can't be lumped together!

So when he opened the door—

drop.

Along with the electronic sound and Kaguya's voice reminder, the elevator door was gradually opened. Unlike the working environment on the upper floors that required a stable dark light source, the fifteenth floor during the banquet was brightly lit, pulling the bright elevator upwards. I don’t know how many lumens it is.

Noisy voices also came, mixed with the sounds of glass plates and metal knives and forks clashing.

Sound waves and dazzling lights came together, Yuan Zhisheng narrowed his eyes unconsciously and then————

【wake up!! Theヒーロー日よ! ! 】

That is a sonorous and powerful call! The loudspeaker vibrated, creating an invisible tornado that rushed towards the source. The stage moving head light emits colorful light, three-dimensional and layered, illuminating a figure from the outside to the inside.

【Ai Yumika and Toru! 】——Give me the courage to love

It was anime-style MIDI music, a grand summons composed of 23 "instruments" such as hammer bass, distorted sound guitar, string ensemble, band percussion, brass section and synthetic soft sound!

Accompanying the summons was a beautiful figure swaying under the spotlight!

【仮面ライダー黑いボディ! ! ! 】——Kamen Rider's deep black chest

Yuan Zhisheng squinted his eyes and looked carefully, and found that it was a graceful girl. The girl swayed her body dynamically, and a sense of power that was no less than that of men came with her. Her arms were waving freely, and her leather shoes were spinning. The dark black men's suit seems to be supported by the wind, dancing gracefully.

【仮面ライダー真っ红な目! ! ! 】——Kamen Rider’s red pupils

The girl looked back, some beads of sweat shining in mid-air, emitting crystal-like dazzling lumens. Her citrus-colored eyes were still clear and clear under the red flash, piercing the hearts of all viewers, and dopamine and sex hormones were rapidly secreted.

Off the field, there are the Executive Bureau commissioners wearing the same clothes as the girls, professional law enforcement officers, or the young operator girl who has come to take a break, or the young elite who scolds Fang Qiu in the liaison department.

At this moment, some of them were stunned in their seats for a long time without saying anything. Some of them took off their shirts while drunk and stood on the serving tray and swung their ties. And more people had gathered into a group, jostling in front of the stage and shouting loudly.

In the elevator, Yuan Zhisheng's eyes were cold. With his eyesight, he could easily cross the crowd and see the two figures at the front of the vanguard team.

Those were named Crow and Yasha, his direct subordinates.

I saw that they were facing the audience with their backs to the girl, like the leader of the academy's early eight, with their arms stretched high, and on their hands were the weapons they usually hung on their waists to survive.

The people below are imitating each other, and the shining samurai swords reflect light from each other, forming a closed network.

The tachi, the katana, the wakizashi, and the tanto are the treasures entrusted to the executive bureau commissioners for life and death. At this moment, they are held tightly in their hands and swayed in the air rhythmically and regularly, as if they are fluorescent lights in a concert. The rod formed a series of silvery white waves.

The little operator girl who didn't have a knife would take out the silver or metal knife and fork around her. If that didn't work, she would take out her makeup mirror or fruit knife, and try her best to ride this shocking wave that must be savored.

They shouted and catered, and the timbres they produced were different, but the syllables were so unified.

"Fujimaru Ritsuka!!!"*N

That was the first spark ignited by the collision of ancient ape-man's stone tools!

That was the majestic eruption of Mount Fuji!

That was the last burning before the stars fell!

It’s the big bang that comes instantly after the universe collapses into silence! ! !

Yuan Zhisheng felt that he had never suffered such a horrific sonic bomb attack during his duties in the Executive Bureau.

The scene in front of him gradually overlapped with the video of the stage play he saw from Misbuki Sakura at Toyosaki No. 3 Middle School, and finally matched perfectly.

The elite members of the Sheqi Eight Family Executive Bureau have become a group of junior high school students who are only fans. How could I have such a dream?

Click

There was movement from the elevator door, but Yuan Zhisheng was still leaning against the corner of the elevator. He had his arms folded across his chest, his two long legs naturally straightened, and his ankles crossed. His face was arrogant and cold, and he remained motionless until the door gradually closed. Isolating him from the frenetic hall without batting an eye.

The elevator door opens.

The elevator door slowly closed.

The elevator begins to descend.

Yuan Zisheng, motionless!

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ps: The music is recommended by the op (?) of Kamen Rider Black RX.

To be honest, I don’t watch Kamen Rider that much, but I listen to a lot of the songs! (I heard it all from Guiwu Erchuang on a certain station)

Today’s 4,000 words are two-in-one. Tomorrow I may update it a little and add seven or eight thousand more words. Because I am about to enter the main story and I want the plot to be more coherent, there may be a few more two-in-one chapters.

Tomorrow’s plot should be considered a breaking point? This is also where the first volume almost ends.