The dark hut seemed to be forever dark, and a middle-aged and elderly man with his hands in handcuffs and shackles stood in the middle of the room like a statue. Stood there motionless.

1873, that's his name, and his prisoner number here. But he used to have a name that everyone feared - Yukio Imamiya. The leader of the international terrorist organization Red Sakura Rain - Yukio Imamiya. But now he's just an ordinary prisoner with the same number as a normal prisoner.

Yukio Imamiya's eyes are bright, like two bright lights in the dark. But his thoughts had already flown to one night a few years ago, when Aiko Imamiya, who was only fifteen years old, was already an important member of his organization. Aiko Imamiya, who seemed to be just a junior high school student, stood in front of Yukio Imamiya, and in the middle of the table between the two was a document marked "withered leaves", and Aiko Imamiya swept her gaze over the document, and then looked at herself with that childish but determined gaze.

Aiko Imamiya, "I want to join!"

Yukio Imamiya looked at her with a serious gaze, "You are my daughter. ”

Aiko Imamiya, "Yes. ”

Yukio Imamiya, "But I won't give you any special care. ”

Aiko Imamiya was even more excited, "Yes. ”

Yukio Imamiya, "Are you still sticking to your decision?"

Aiko Imamiya, "Yes. ”

Yukio Imamiya pushed the document to Aiko Imamiya's face, "Then, you are now the person in charge of this withered leaf group. Memorize what's inside, then destroy it. ”

Aiko Imamiya excitedly took the document, "Yes, leader!"

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The door opened, and the light from outside shone in strongly, causing Yukio Imamiya's gaze to squint involuntarily. But the strong gap between light and dark made Yukio Imamiya unable to see his face or even his clothes clearly at all. However, he began to speak, and as he spoke, Yukio Imamiya recognized his voice. The agent of the Ministry of Public Security of the country is the agent who is in charge of himself.

Detective, "Mr. Yukio Imamiya, we haven't seen each other in a long time. ”

Yukio Imamiya, "Yukio Imamiya? My name here is 1873. ”

Detective, "Mr. Yukio Imamiya, we all understand that this is a prison management rule, and each prisoner can only call his own number, not his own name. So if you are angry because of this name, please forgive and be considerate. ”

Yukio Imamiya, "I'm not mad at it. ”

Agent, "Good, but what are you angry about? Just a few hours ago, you killed a prisoner in the cafeteria. Although he is not a good guy and is a very disgusting serial murderer rapist. However, according to the laws of the country, only the government has the power to judge and enforce the punishment of others. ”

Yukio Imamiya, "You're talking about him?"

Agent, "Yes. ”

Yukio Imamiya, "I don't like him very much. His mouth really stinks, but he always likes to talk constantly. So I just told him to shut up. ”

Detective, "Mr. Yukio Imamiya, if that's the case, then you've gone too far today. ”

Yukio Imamiya smiled, and he smiled at the visitor to show off his charm.

Yukio Imamiya, "Really? It's ridiculous. I thought I would live in a special prison full of political prisoners, but I ended up in a prison full of murderers. So I had to use the game plan here to establish my power and keep myself safe. Is that wrong?"

Detective, "Mr. Yukio Imamiya, you came here to atone for your sins and to be reformed. You want to be a new person here! I think it's fitting and appropriate to live here with your crime and your level of danger. And that kind of prison at the level of a political prisoner, we don't think it can hold a terrible person like you. ”

Yukio Imamiya, "Haha...... Ha ha...... Are you sure you're not kidding? Do you think I can really go out again in this life?"

The agent couldn't answer, and Yukio Imamiya apparently didn't ask him to answer.

Yukio Imamiya continued, "So, where does the transformation begin! I want to go out in the past two days, my daughter's game has reached the final stage, I'm going. ”

The agent jumped to his feet in shock, "You're kidding. ”

Yukio Imamiya looked at him coldly, and his gaze was also very cold, "I'm not kidding. ”

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Sanchome Park is just an ordinary city park by the Keoroku Boat Crossing River. In the early morning, the city has not yet woken up, but people who love morning exercise appear here early. The spring air, which has not yet been woken up by the hustle and bustle of the city, is filled with the scent of plants and trees in the park and the moistness of spring water into the lungs that slowly wake up from sleep. The sky was a few thin clouds with a blue background, and it was unabashedly clear that it was another good-natured sunny day. Running on the embankment promenade of this riverside park, with spring trees on one side and the river breeze on the other, you feel cool and comfortable, as if you are walking in a corridor that looks like a stilted building. There are river whispers, tree branches swaying, lovers and lovers, white-haired old people walking slowly, and housewives walking in a hurry. This is the most ordinary leisure park for the daily people of Dongliuqiu, and there are the most simple people in the country.

When she wakes up in the morning, Aiko Imamiya, dressed in simple sportswear, still feels that she can't dissolve into the life and rhythm of this place in the slightest. It's like a freedom-loving beast trapped in a small space of less than 5 square meters, and every breath and breath here makes Aiko Imamiya very crazy. So that Imamiya Aiko hated everything in front of him, including his own life.

In my thoughts, I went back to one night four months ago, in a dark grove, and walked into it silently. The sky is dark, the forest is dark, the light is dark. Aiko Imamiya stood in the middle of the forest, staring ahead.

Aiko Imamiya, "Come out! I know you're here." ”

With Aiko Imamiya's voice, a dark figure came out silently from behind one of the many overlapping trees, and stood there at a distance, silently looking at Aiko Imamiya so that Aiko Imamiya could not see his face clearly.

Dark Shadow, "Team Leader, can I still trust you?"

Aiko Imamiya, "Why do you ask that?"

Black Shadow, "The Red Cherry Blossom Rain has been disbanded by the leader, and those of us who were sent out on special missions before no longer know where we are headed. ”

Aiko Imamiya caresses the trees around her.

Aiko Imamiya, "This is a cherry blossom tree, do you like cherry blossoms?"

The black shadow was slightly stunned, "Sakura, are you talking about cherry blossoms?"

Aiko Imamiya, "Yes, it's cherry blossoms. Cherry blossoms that bloom in the spring and then wither. ”

Dark Shadow, "Yes, I do." It is not said that the reason for the name of the red cherry blossom rain is that the original founders hoped that they would be able to bloom their own beautiful flowers of life, even if they died immediately, but they were endlessly beautiful. ”

Aiko Imamiya, "Yes, that's right. ”

Aiko Imamiya stared at the endless night sky overhead.

Aiko Imamiya, "Due to the betrayal of our organization leader, our organization has suffered an unprecedented crisis. To be honest, I myself lost the direction I was heading in. But thank you for coming, and for filling me with the value of life again. I have a plan, would you like to hear about it? a plan that blooms like a cherry blossom and then scatters and dies like rain. ”

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Breathing in and in, Aiko Imamiya seemed to be running peacefully on the calm riverbank promenade, sweat already soaking her entire hair and clothes. She still ran step by step, as if only that kind of tiredness and toil could take away the boredom and pain in her heart.

There are a lot of ordinary pedestrians on the sidewalk, and there are even some in the middle who know that Aiko Imamiya has recently participated in a national high school kendo competition. So these lovely people danced their fists of cheering for Aiko Imamiya, and said cheering and hard work to Aiko Imamiya. Aiko Imamiya responds with a smile to these people who shouldn't be on the track of her life, like a really ordinary kendo high school student. Run over the riverbank, run through the grove, run across the lawn...... , run back to the kendo gym where you are training, and enter the shower room of the kendo gym. Take off your sweat-soaked tracksuit and step into the single-compartment shower. The sunflower-sized silver shower sprinkled like a dreamy stream of water, warm and comfortable on his ** body as if he had just come out of his mother's womb, with a warm and gentle feeling like a mother.

Thousands of drops of water hit my sweat-covered skin, quickly bringing away the sticky and greasy skin feeling, and the whole person seemed to be re-injected with spiritual water, and all of them regained their activity and energy. Aiko Imamiya closed her eyes and let the water droplets continue to roll down her body, forming several streams of water flowing through her body and falling to the ground, stirring up countless small waves.

Aiko Imamiya's eyes suddenly lit up, and her eyes were once again filled with endless determination.

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Surfing the beautiful beach, Du Fair and Miyako can go on their own beautiful vacation trips again. It is a private and beautiful beach with natural beauty that has not been polluted by humans and modern civilization. It is also a private beach that requires a special permit to enter and is only open to a few people.

Very private beach, only Totoko and Miyako are here to enjoy the stunning scenery and brilliant sunshine as it belongs to the Shimazu family, which will be open to Toto. Inogaro, who had been retrieved from the pet store, ran back and forth on the mirror-like sand, with Miyako and Totoko basking lazily on it.

This is a treat for the truly wealthy, who are surrounded by young and beautiful men and women who provide them with a variety of quality services. It's just that the fly in the ointment is that this is private territory. There are only two guests here, Du Ping and Miyako, so it seems that a lot of joyful resonance is missing. After swimming, diving, and surfing, the two of them were somewhat bored and lay down on this floating log, which resembles water and land, and enjoyed a massage with parasols, fruits, music, and a beautiful technician.

The two of them lay side by side in a row, each with a beautiful bikini smear some kind of health oil on their sides.

Miyako looked at Du Ping with a smile, and her eyes gestured to the beauty next to Du Ping, "Don't you have any bad thoughts?" Of course, I wouldn't mind. ”

"I'll mind." ”

Miyako, "You have to learn to enter a different life. ”

"I'm fine now. I don't want to lose myself, and I want my love with you to be pure enough. ”

Miyako, "Doing this doesn't mean you don't love me. ”

"But I'll mind." ”

Miyako, "Okay, whatever you want. ”

Du Pingping remembered something that he had puzzled before, so he asked a question.

"I have a question. ”

Miyako, "What's the problem?"

"Earlier, Mr. Shimazu said that he could give up a part of the interests of Surf Island. However, families who want to take out the interests of the Shimazu family must do so themselves, according to tradition. What is the going on? What does tradition mean here?"

Miyako smiled, "You'll know." ”

"I'll know?"

Miyako, "We'll be invited." ”

"We'll be invited?"

Miyako, "Yes, because I'm the very high-ranking successor of the Kazama family. ”

Du Pingping, "Eight-Tailed ......"

Miyako, "Yes, Yao!"

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The huge arena full of heads, and a competition arena of less than 50 square meters in the center has been marked by a red separation zone, which is the scene of the national high school kendo competition. There are no hot, enthusiastic commercial girl group performances in a very formal traditional kendo competition, but the crowds are already full and a lot of media have gathered here.

The two teams of the competition have entered the venue and are making relevant preparations in their respective rest and preparation areas arranged by the organizers. Tachibana High School's first military commander, Hanada Goichi, has already begun to wear armor that resembles traditional armor with the help of two team members. Aiko Imamiya came to him, buckled the helmet herself for him with both hands, and then fastened the fastening buckles one by one.

Aiko Imamiya, "Hanada ......"

Hanada Goichi's voice came from the armor, slightly deformed, "Yes, Lord General!"

Aiko Imamiya, "Keep our tactics in mind in this game!"

Hanada just nodded, "Yes, Lord General, I don't want to win, but I must drag the opponent to the full time of the game and do my best to consume the physical strength of others." ”

Aiko Imamiya, "Then please!"

Hanada Goichi, "Yes, Lord! Victory will ultimately belong to Tachibana High School." ”

Aiko Imamiya nodded right and patted Hanada on the shoulder to indicate that he could enter. Hanada Goichi, who was wrapped in protective gear all over his body, seemed to be a black machine that had been started, holding the sword in his hand, and walked step by step to the middle of the arena, the competition field circled by white circles. At the same time, a player in the direction of the opponent, who was also shrouded in protective gear, stepped out step by step.

"Tachibana!

"Tachibana!

……

The cheering and cheering here just sounded, and the supporters over there also made the voices of the supporters on this side at the same time.

"Yamagang!

"Yamagang!

……

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An invitation card that looked like an ancient envelope was placed in Du Pingping's hand. Du Ping looked at Miyako opposite him in confusion.

"What is this?"

Miyako, "Of course it's an invitation. ”

"What invitation?"

Miyako, "Of course, it's the invitation for the traditional thing you asked." ”

Du Ping opened the envelope and left a piece of paper written on red paper listing 10 different place names. Du Pingping quickly compared the map of the surf island in his mind and found that these were actually local surfing spots.

"What do you mean?"

Miyako, "The Shimazu family will take out these places this time as a sincere confession of their mistakes, and the ten place names are the ownership of the ten regions, and they will send their own samurai to garrison these places. Other clans who want to acquire these locations can send their own samurai to attack the city. ”

Du Pingping was puzzled, "Garrison and siege?"

Miyako, "Actually, it's a bit like the life and death fight in the underground boxing arena. Both sides of the ring bet with the lives and blood of their own samurai, and the winner will take ownership of the place where the ring represents. ”

Du Pingping, "An underground boxing arena that gambles with the lives of a samurai?" similar to the Colosseum in ancient times?"

Du Pingping never imagined that there would be such a barbaric, bloody and primitive thing in Dongliuqiu, which had entered the modern civilized society.

"You're not kidding?"

Mimiko glanced at Du Pingping, and when she saw that he was very serious, she suddenly laughed.

Miyako, "Don't be so serious, okay! This kind of thing may seem very bloody, brutal, and barbaric, but its purpose is to inherit the country and civilization. ”

Du Pingping, "For the inheritance of the country and civilization?"

Miyako, "Yes. ”

"You're kidding. ”

Miyako, "Of course I'm not joking. You have to know what the kingdom of the East Balls was like before it entered the modern world, the era when the princes fought with the princes, and the princes in that era wanted to obtain other people's territories, and led their own warriors and armies to occupy other people's territories and castles. In the modern world, this traditional way of land ownership is no longer possible. So how do you pass on the ancient civilization and customs? So this underground rule was born. If a lord makes a mistake and is deemed to be punished by the Council of Elders, he must take out his own land and set up a bloody battle ring. Defend yourself, others attack. If you keep it, you will remain your own. If someone else has conquered it, it will be someone else's. ”

"Will there be such a rule?"

Miyako, "Yes. For the sake of tradition! The land obtained without bloodshed is approved by the gods!"

"Are you kidding? What does the gods have to do with this?"

Miyako, "Of course, there is still a saying, or a hidden reason. That is, not to make the samurai lose the value and meaning of their existence. ”

Du Pingping, "The people who attack and defend are all samurai, can't it be anyone else?"

Miyako, "Yes. In this case, the Shimazu family and the rest of the family must be samurai when they come out to fight. ”

"What if there aren't enough samurai?"

Miyako, "Then take the initiative to give up the ownership of those shares." Therefore, the lord must raise the samurai, and the samurai must guard their spirits. Death and blood are important nourishment for maintaining this vitality, and if the lord does not need the samurai to use death and blood to obtain the benefits of his family, then the spirit of the nation is dead. If the descendants of the samurai did not know that their predecessors had died for glory and spirituality, they would lose the value and faith that had existed for a long time. So everybody is traditional, and they all value this tradition and spirit. ”

Miyako suddenly looked into the distance and a group of black cars had stopped on the side of the road, and looked at Du Ping with a smile.

Miyako, "They're already here. Shall we go together?"

Du Ping hesitated, "Do I need to go too?"

Miyako smiled, "Although you don't want your life to be an ordinary and ordinary person, you have to choose to accept and adapt to higher-level rules and concepts. ”

Miyako stretched out her hand and grabbed Du Pingping, "We've given ourselves a good start, shall we continue to walk?"

Du Ping hesitated for a long time. At this time, he suddenly remembered a sentence, a sentence that his father said when he talked about things in the company, "The last thing to worry about in the company is the hardest worker on the production line, because it is simple, so there is no need to be afraid of anything." Those who work hard govern those who work hard, and what you want in the world must choose what to give. ”

What are you going to choose in life? Ordinary, ordinary life, or wonderful and rich life? Is it a life like your parents who can see the present and the future from the past, or a life that is always full of challenges?

If it's an ordinary life?

Du Pingping suddenly couldn't choose such a life. When he looked up at Miyako, he saw that Miyako was casting an encouraging and trusting gaze on him.

"Let's keep going!"

Miyako smiled, "The person I know is a very, very different person! ”

Du Fair, "Thank you!"