What would it be like if this meteorite fell like this? I'm afraid that no matter whether it is a person or any building, it will be reduced to pieces in an instant!

"Poof!" Suddenly there was a kneeling voice, everyone's expressions froze at this moment, and Emperor Renyu fell to the ground without caring about the image, and said with a sincere thought, "Honorable Tenjin-sama, your people are stupid and fail to give you enough respect, please forgive us for our narrow-mindedness and stupidity, please withdraw your divine power and protect us again!"

Emperor Ninyu bowed deeply to the ground in this way, and kept praising the so-called gods in his mouth, and the accompanying priests and servants behind him also began to bow to the ground in response, carrying out the rituals of Japan, eager to be enraged.

The scene was extremely quiet, except for the sound of prayer, there was no other noise, and the other Self-Defense Forces saw this scene, and slowly gathered around the emperor, knelt down, and silently waited.

However, despite their sincere prayers, the meteorite in the sky still hung high like the sword of Damores, without the slightest tendency to waver.

Two days later, in an ordinary farmhouse outside the suburbs of Tokyo, a figure dressed in autumn long-sleeved casual clothes Masanori appeared, standing quietly in the corner of the wooden house, looking at the man in the room who was unkempt and holding a pencil and didn't know what he was writing.

According to the information provided by this office, this man is his second target in Japan this time, Kishimoto Kishimoto.

Scanning the surrounding environment, surrounded by farmland and pasture, this wooden house is located alone between the fields, a few willows dotted, although it is shabby, but there is also a different kind of ancient style of small bridges and flowing waters.

"It seems that Kishimoto's life is still relatively poor", Masaki saw the instant noodles in Kishimoto's house with a keen eye, and shook his head secretly.

Stepping out of the shadows, he knocked lightly on the wooden door and greeted him in basic Japanese, which he had taught himself, "Is there anyone?"

Kishimoto Qishi raised his head blankly, and when he saw the visitor at the door, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, and he didn't seem to know the man in front of him in his memory, but out of politeness, he still nodded and invited Masaki in.

"May I ask who you are?" Kishimoto looked at each other curiously.

"I'm Masaki, you're an anime fan, and I'm not very good at Japanese, so I don't know if I can communicate in English?"

"My anime fan, okay, of course", hearing that Masaki said that he was a fan, Kishimoto's attitude was much better, and he made him a cup of tea and said in English.

Masaki half-knelt on the straw mat, looking at the surrounding environment, a very simple room, put some commonly used daily necessities, and a small bookcase, most of which are anime books, it can be seen that Kishimoto Qishi really likes anime, suddenly, his attention was attracted by a piece of straw paper on the table, and an anime character was scribbled on it, which reminded Masaki of a person, Naruto Uzumaki.

"Mr. Kishimoto, is this your newly created character?" Masaki flashed a complicated look in his eyes, picked up the papyrus and asked Kishimoto Kishimoto on the side.

"Sort of, but it's just a preliminary idea, and I've recently hit a bottleneck", Kishimoto Kishimoto frowned and nodded when he heard the question of Masakari, these days he feels as if his inspiration has dried up, and the idea of the plot is struggling.

Masaki nodded, "Then I'll help you", he suddenly said without a beginning or an end, and when Kishimoto Qishi was stunned, he looked up and met Masaki's kaleidoscope writing wheel.

Ten minutes later, Masaki let out a long breath, got up, looked back at Kishimoto Kishimoto who was sleeping on the table, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and disappeared at the end of the farmland.

Half an hour later, as if he had had had a long, distant dream, Kishimoto sat up as if he had just woken up from a big dream, "Could it be that I've been too tired lately?

Suddenly, his eyes condensed on a piece of straw paper on the table, the three words "One Piece" jumped into his eyes, his eyes lit up, the inspiration in his mind emerged like a spring, a sailing story full of blood and passion clearly emerged, he didn't have time to think about it, he didn't hesitate to pick up the pen, brush the pen and write, and the image of a naughty boy with a straw hat jumped on the paper.

At this time, the corners of Masaki's mouth curled up with a smile on the bus, and if you deal with it like this, it may be the best ending.

In this way, the trajectory of history has quietly changed its footprints in the wonderful hands of political discipline.

The days have passed like this, in Honda's eyes, and the only thing that has changed more is that in addition to the huge meteorite floating over the Yasukuni Shrine in Tokyo, there is also Mai Hanano.

Since that day, Hanano Mayi seems to have changed as if she is a different person, her favorite maid outfit is no longer worn, and her part-time job is no longer there, and in addition to these external changes, it is more of her internal changes.

She doesn't seem to know what she's thinking every day, she can't give up all day, even when she is in class, she always looks at the meteorite in the sky outside the window and doesn't know what she is thinking, and the smile on her face is a long time since she saw it.

Hanano Mai stood quietly by the window, looking at the meteorite in the sky, as if she saw the black figure again, what happened to him? Is his injury better? As for the meteorite in the sky, she seems to have forgotten its threat, and sometimes, Hanano Mai even hates herself, as a Japanese, why is she indifferent to the Yasukuni Shrine? On the contrary, she is worried about the man who started it?

These days, in the depths of her mind, there is always a slight sigh before she falls unconscious, is he helpless? Does he have a last resort? One question after another comes to her mind, but she is destined not to get the answers she wants.

"Hanano, did you say that Your Majesty the Emperor is still praying at the shrine?" Beside him, a female classmate walked over, looked at the meteorite in the sky worriedly and asked, these days, the military is helpless, countless scholars and experts have studied how to solve the threat in the sky, but it is in vain, the whole Japanese are panicked, and some apocalyptic remarks have begun to spread among people, and even these days some people have begun to smash and vent on the streets, and the news that Emperor Renyu has been praying at the Yasukuni Shrine has also spread, and people are moved by his willing to take risks, but also more worried.

"It should be", Hanano Mao looked at the worried eyes of his classmates, feeling a little uncomfortable and guilty, the initiator of all this, he even accepted his help, and even worried about him, maybe he was not a competent patriot.

"Do you think God will listen to our prayers?" muttered the female classmate.

Hanano's eyes gleamed with a distant light, would he hear his own prayers? This is his own country, although sometimes he makes mistakes.

"It will be, I believe him", after a long time, Hanano Mao looked at the sky seriously.

"Look! The meteorite has moved!" I don't know who was the first to speak, and then everyone looked at the huge meteorite in the sky in horror, and began to sink slowly, although the sinking degree was extremely slow, but it still attracted their attention, and their faces were filled with panic.

This scene was noticed not only by the Hanano Mai at school, but also by the whole of Tokyo!

At the gate of the Yasukuni Shrine, Emperor Renyu looked directly at the meteorite that was slowly falling towards the ground in the sky, his face was pale, and his lips trembled, which did not blame him for being timid, because in the face of such pressure, even the person with the strongest psychological bearing was afraid that his legs would be weak and his hands and feet numb.

"Your Majesty the Emperor, please get in the car quickly! The meteorite is about to fall!" a man who looked like a priest looked at the meteorite in the sky in horror and knelt on the ground and begged.

Emperor Renyu nodded subconsciously, at the time of life and death, those beliefs were all left behind, he was immediately helped up, staggered to the nearest armored car, and even did not have time to ride in the carriage when he came, the armored car slammed the accelerator and galloped towards the meteorite range.

At this moment, whether it is on TV or on the street, countless people are watching the scene of the meteorite landing, the huge meteorite dissipates the air, and falls straight in the direction of the Yasukuni Shrine, getting closer and closer, and the sense of oppression is getting stronger and stronger.

Hanano covered his mouth and watched this scene with tears in his eyes, "Did he really decide to do this?"

500 meters, 300 meters, 100 meters! 50 meters! The meteorite flew closer and closer, and people could even see the details and textures on the meteorite, and set up a wooden plaque that could see the Yasukuni Shrine inlaid on the periphery of the meteorite, and in the next second, seeing that it was about to have an unprecedented impact with the ground, many people could not bear to look at the scene, and could not help but lie on the ground, covering their ears, and waiting for the impact and vibration as if they were on fire.

And at this moment, the soldiers loaded with the emperor's armored car are even more desperate, because they have not yet run out of the range of the meteorite, but the meteorite is already close at hand, and there is no doubt that it will hit the top of their heads in the next second, and this sturdy armored car made of self-proclaimed alloy is afraid that it will become their last alloy coffin, and it may be the greatest comfort to die with the emperor at this moment.

"Hum!" suddenly there was a sound, and the more bizarre scene suddenly appeared at this moment, at a distance of five or six meters from the ground, the meteorite seemed to have been placed under a static charm, and the degree of its fall suddenly slowed down, and the whole weirdly suspended at such a height, motionless, as if looking at the ground, looking for a foothold.