In Kyoto, an island country, it's around twelve o'clock in the evening.

Chiichi Miyamoto, a forty-three-year-old man, stumbled a little and walked on the street of a remote residential area.

He was carrying a briefcase with an outdated style, a neat suit, tie, and leather shoes, and a bald head on his head, and his hair was still neatly groomed.

These details are finally matched by the rich smell of wine in his mouth.

In short, the people who walked by him could see at the first time that this was a one-day shift, and then added at least four hours to the shift.

In the case of being tired and half dead, I don't go home right away and have a good rest.

Instead, he went to a tavern, and he needed to rely on alcohol anesthesia to relieve the huge personal pressure.

This kind of middle-aged man is actually very common in the cities of the island country.

Their existence is but an inconspicuous part of the whole hive-like structure of the island nation, without which more people will soon take over their positions.

Of course, in the society of the island country, there is a more appropriate name for this kind of person: social animal......

Kumoto Qianyi is such a middle-aged man with a variety of obvious social animal attributes who are extremely hard-working.

For example, in the company, he is extremely obedient to his boss, and spontaneously works overtime unconditionally all year round, and he is always obedient to the pressure from the company.

According to the normal situation, if he is lucky, he can continue to work in the company until he retires at the age of 70.

Then, with that not-so-large pension, he enjoyed the rest of his life, and maybe if he saved a little, he could buy more small collections for his hobby: those intimate clothes from young female high school students.

After all, as a single man who has been divorced for nearly ten years, there must always be some personal hobbies.

Of course, if he is not so lucky, the company will dismiss him before the age of retirement.

Then Miyamoto Qianyi needs to find a new job as a cleaner in some service industries, and he may need to work until he is eighty years old before he can have the possibility of retirement.

Although it is said that such a day really makes people lose hope for the future at all.

But isn't the entire society of the island country running like this? Even if Miyamoto is unwilling, he can only go with the flow.

The only thing that can be rejoiced is that he received his salary every month, paid the rent and alimony for his son.

The ones that were still left were more or less able for him to go to the high school girls and buy some little things he liked, and when he smelled the beautiful smell of youth, everything felt good.

However, just when Miyamoto Chinichi thought that he would rot like this for the rest of his life, he saw a piece of news that changed his life.

At that time, he was sitting in an izakaya, drinking sake with a cheap sprout.

It seems that this can make him forget the depression of being scolded by his boss Watanabe for half an hour in front of all his colleagues during the day.

At this time, the bewitching proprietress of the izakaya suddenly shouted excitedly:

"Oh my God! there's actually the latest big news from the Earth Immortal Sang. ”

As she spoke, the woman, who was wearing a twelve-centimeter heel and a miniskirt, trotted all the way to pick up the remote control of the TV.

The TV hanging in the izakaya was replaced with a new one.

The empty book Qianyi, who was already a little drunk, secretly glanced at it in the process without a trace: purple ~ quite tempting.

Then, in order to hide the small action that was not so moral, he pretended to look at the TV screen, and it was such an action that his eyes could not be pulled out of the screen again......

The content broadcast on television was nothing more than Zhang Dixian's five-minute speech, which was broadcast almost immediately and rebroadcast many times by the island's television station after learning of the incident.

Almost immediately, a tide against the sky was set off in this island nation.

Because Zhang Dixian is on this planet, if you want to say that the most famous and influential place, then it is definitely the island country.

The main reason is that for thousands of years, the island country has a deep-rooted instinctive worship of the strong, and the factor of obeying the strong and following the strong has penetrated into their blood.

Once in the last century, there was a famous book "Chrysanthemum and Knife", which was used to analyze the complex dual personality of the island people.

There are a lot of pages and examples to tell the contradictions in his character:

The chrysanthemum and the samurai sword are both symbols of the island nation and the embodiment of the character of the island people, soft and violent, rich and contradictory, extremely belligerent and extremely gentle, extremely rude and arrogant and extremely polite.

The above doesn't seem to have anything to do with Miyamoto Chiichi.

But from the very beginning of Zhang Dixian's speech, he fell into great attention.

The reason is very simple, once Miyamoto Chinichi thought that Uncle Sam's godfather was the most powerful place in the world;

Subsequently, Zhang Dixian of the Seventh Fleet of Hard Steel immediately became the strongest man in his heart.

I don't know how many times, this middle-aged man who is already semi-bald, after returning from a midnight dream, is still thinking about what a beautiful thing it would be if he could follow Lord Dixian Sang to conquer the world!

After waking up, the bitter middle-aged man will always burst into tears.

He knew that such a brilliant life like cherry blossoms was the only way to live up to his own experience in this world, but too many worries and the cowardice in his character could not make him make up his mind at all......

The question is what kind of coincidences today seem to be a little different.

After listening to the TV speech of Jisen-san, Miyamoto Chiyi silently drank the last bit of sake in the bottle.

In his heart, the river and the sea were overturned, and this time the situation was different, and he heard from the speech of the earth immortal sang, and the situation was obviously different.

The great Earth Immortal Sang has now raised the banner of summoning followers, and this is also his best chance to join.

Or! Gradually rotting like rotten meat, waiting until one day quietly dying in the rental house, maybe a month or two later, it will be found.

Or, go and follow the Earth Immortal Mulberry and create the next uncomfortable deed.

How to choose between the two has actually been answered in Miyamoto Chiichi's heart.

Of course, it is to follow Lord Dixian Sang, join the Lord and his command for him to drive, even if under the orders of the Lord, he will not hesitate to point his sword at the official government of the island country.

Even if he couldn't see the final Earth Immortal Sang Lord, the immortal feats he had created would have already died in battle.

But it is a great honor to join in such a brilliant career, and perhaps he will become the greatest honor of the Miyamoto family.

After settling the account with great peace, Miyamoto Chiichi returned to his solitary residence as if he were done.

It's just that when walking in the remote alley, even Miyamoto Chiichi, who was immersed in the intense emotions in his heart, didn't notice it himself, and a blood-red faint mist had gradually spread on his body.

This is actually under the strong stimulation, the rhythm of the ability is suddenly awakened.

In this way, Miyamoto returned to his residence: a small single room about ten square meters on the fourth floor of a small five-story building.

After entering the room, it is natural that there is an old man who lives alone, and the environment is normal: dirty clothes thrown around, and strange smells.

And today's Miyamoto Chinichi went straight to the wardrobe.

With great solemnity and affection, he took out a large antique box from it.

With a reverent emotion, Miyamoto opened the box, revealing what it contained: a set of ancestral armor, a long and a short katana.

There were several bullet-sized gaps in the armor, and the long katana had been broken.

Gently stroking his katana and armor with his fingers, Miyamoto's emotions were incomparably mixed, because it represented the glory of his ancestors and the identity he had deliberately escaped.

He is a samurai who has fallen to the extreme, a samurai who has been reduced to a social animal.