Superhumans of the Dome City
Chapter 349 - 349 64th Decaying Sadness of Old Age Drunkenly Drowning Sorrows Part 2_2

349: 64th Chapter: Decaying Sadness of Old Age, Drunkenly Drowning Sorrows (Part 2)_2 349: 64th Chapter: Decaying Sadness of Old Age, Drunkenly Drowning Sorrows (Part 2)_2 “Even though this year’s Calamity God Festival was safely conducted, how many more years can we continue to sacrifice to the Red Mage…

How long before this country is completely devoured?!”

“It is precisely for this reason that Lord Shiyu’s experiment exists!” Zuiyan’s rage was uncontrollable, his veins bulging as he bellowed like a young man, “I told you this on the day you left, and now I will say it again!”

“To protect the nation, power is needed, and to gain power, sacrifices must be made!”

Wildfire hit the brakes.

The car stopped so abruptly that it would have shaken anyone not used to such jolts.

Wildfire said gravely, “It should be us making the sacrifices, not the young children.”

In an instant, the horrific scenes from the Shiyu Research Institute flashed before the elderly man’s eyes.

The children, young and burdened with cruel fates, and the ninjas used further as test subjects.

They had all once been his disciples, young people entrusted with high hopes, but in the end…

Could this truly be called a sacrifice?

“Why would you prefer to adopt the Shiyu Plan instead of seeking help from a powerful nation?

The era of secretive wars is long past!”

“Do you think the great nations are benevolent entities at your disposal?

They are wolves more greedy than the Red Mage!” Zuiyan roared, “What would be the cost, and what would it mean in international politics?

The status of Zero Island, the changing circumstances, how could a mere ninja like you understand the interests of Zero Island?!”

“Master, that’s exactly what I don’t understand.” The middle-aged man retorted without yielding, “What exactly are you worried about, the interests of Zero Island, or the interests of the Martial Arts Association?”

“Shut up!

What use is there in pretty words!”

The old man’s hoarse roar was like scolding a disciple from the past, as well as the hypocritical self.

The car stopped in front of the secret dojo’s gate, Wildfire evidently had a realization.

The old ninja pointed at the entrance to the dojo.

“Out of respect for the past, I’m giving you a chance to engage in karate,” the old man’s voice returned to its usual emotionless state, “and then I will personally correct you.”

“…Thank you, sincerely.”

After bowing, Wildfire walked silently towards the dojo.

The hulking figure stood at the door, watching his former senior approach without uttering a word.

The controller had returned to this spot after getting out of the car, surprised to see the middle-aged ninja but refrained from asking for details due to his calm.

The controller bowed and then got into the car.

“Mr.

Zuiyan, where would you like to go?”

“Jiushijiu Tower.”

“Understood.”

The luxurious car sped off once again, passing by the street rapper.

The young ninja didn’t even dare to breathe audibly, inwardly cursing the uncouth dreadlocked rapper and wished he would lower his volume.

As the traffic light changed, the controller breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly drove away from the area.

“What were you doing earlier?” Zuiyan suddenly asked from the back seat.

The young man was momentarily stunned, realizing he was referring to the incident near the convenience store.

“There was a citizen being threatened, so I just…”

“Idiot!” The sudden outburst from the old ninja made the controller’s hands tremble.

“Are you a police officer?

You’re a ninja!”

“Yes!

Yes!!” Yamaoka replied shakily, but Zuiyan was not appeased.

“A ninja only needs to complete the mission!

Is this all the understanding you have after earning your ninja title?” Yamaoka’s teeth chattered uncontrollably, “Answer me, why did you become a ninja in the first place!”

The atmosphere that followed felt like a battlefield littered with corpses, stunning enough to make any kind-hearted citizen lose control of their bladder, tremble uncontrollably, lose consciousness, or even faint.

Yamaoka found himself pulling over to the side of the road, his scant amount of reason telling him that he might cause an accident in this state.

“Yes!

I am…” He racked his brain trying to come up with something profound to say, but at this moment, he could only blurt out his true thoughts, “I’ve always loved watching ninja animations since I was a child!

I wanted to contribute to the protection of the nation!”

“…” Zuiyan was momentarily speechless, as if his strenuous swing of a massive hammer had met nothing but air.

Yamaoka, oblivious, continued timidly, “Because the ninja in the animations who saved everyone looked so cool!

That’s why, why I wanted to become a ninja who protects the citizens…!”

Suddenly, the old man seemed to lose all his strength.

The combative aura akin to a battlefield dissipated, and the Ninja Army Leader leaned tiredly against the seat.

“…Drive.”

“Yes!

I am profoundly sorry!”

Neon lights flickered endlessly outside, Illuminating Weiyuan City in a perpetual overflow of light.

Zuiyan closed his eyes.

He didn’t want to see anything.

·

“Lord Shanqi, as I passed through the jurisdiction today, I saw this ominous thing.

I believe it may hide profound secrets.”

“This is…” The old friend inspected the Evil Spirit ninja, an inhuman ninja.

“It might be a spy from Ise.”

“Do you mean, like a lookout for the Red Mage?”

“Very possibly, with its power, it’s effortless.” Shanqi used a dagger to cut open the ninja’s skin, examining the structure inside.

“It is human.

Or possibly, it might be one of Genmi’s secret experiments.”

“In that case, we should turn to Pure=san…”

Shanqi shook his head.

“You don’t know yet, old friend.

Pure=san has been martyred.”

“What?!” The ninja exclaimed in shock, “The Shiyu Spirit Temple hasn’t—”

“Divination is not omnipotent.

The electromagnetic interference device instead obscured our sight.

Alas…

Is Crush=san alright?”

“Coincidentally, Mimura-san lives in that area.

Seems like a naïve enemy saved him just in time.”

“Fortunately, we can’t afford any more losses.” The old boss’s eyes were as cloudy as his, “We must prepare for a decisive battle.

When necessary…

yes, the time of necessity has come…

We either succeed or die trying.”

“No turning back now.”

“The fate of Zero Island hinges on this one move,” Shanqi emphasized the importance of the plan once again, “It’s all on you, old friend.

Consolidate the forces, fortify Weiyuan, rely on the Barrier to block them as much as possible…”

He then spoke about the plan some more.

Then Zuiyan walked out of the conference room, where a martial artist in dark armor stood at the door.

“Lord Zongben Yuan.”

“Zuiyan.” The voice of the armored elder was stern, “Shiyu Lianyi has returned to Zero Island.

You understand, the opportunity has come.

My revenge, Shiyu Genmi’s wish, and your ideals, everything about this island depends on this time.”

Ghost fire glowed faintly through the holes in his black faceplate.

Zongben Yuan stood resolutely, like a samurai resigned to death, like a corpse crawled out of heaps of corpses and seas of blood.

“If I die, this nation will be my funeral.”

“I understand.”

Zuiyan bowed and withdrew.

He felt sorrow over the deceit his old friend had suffered until now, and the wickedly cruel words.

But he was a ninja.

A ninja is a bloodless, tearless killing machine.

·

The karate dojo was pitch-black, no lights on.

Wildfire sat in the center of the dark space, feeling an inexplicable stillness and Zen.

Unable to gauge how long he had waited, the sudden stimulation of light reached his eyes, and the lights came on.

He opened his eyes, and his venerable master silently appeared in front.

Zuiyan’s wine bottle in hand was empty, but Wildfire saw no drunkenness in his eyes, only merciless intent.

No matter.

Plans always have contingencies; missing one gear won’t hurt.

But this was his, ninja Wildfire’s last.

The ninja rose and pressed his palms together in greeting.

“domo, Zuiyan-san!

I am the ninja Wildfire from Dome City!”

Across from him, the ninja in blue-purple attire replied with meticulous politeness.

“domo, Wildfire-san.

I am the leader of the Ninja Army from Martial Arts Association, Zuiyan.”

“Yi-ya!”

“Yi-ya!”

As the shurikens collided in mid-air, the sparks from the intense friction disturbed the light.

Ninja fists and feet clashed, generating terrifying wind.

The emotionless karate exchange began, continuing until one of them ceased to breathe!