Dragon Clan: Fujimaru-san is saving the world

Fujimaru Ritsuka walked casually.

This was her first time coming to Tokyo Tower, so it was also the first time she knew that after entering this floor, she still needed to push open the safety door before she could climb the shining stairs and walk step by step to the special observation deck high up. .

The girl's shoes touched the ground lightly, making sudden and discordant sounds time and time again on the silent observation deck.

But in fact, the girl knew it when she took the first step.

The king is on top.

She is a top-notch hybrid that can compete with Yuan Xiaosheng. Even if the wind and rain are beating against the window outside, she can easily hear the sound of a person's heartbeat, the small splash of ice cubes thrown into the strong drink, and——

"Symphony No. 6, first movement."

The dead silence was interrupted by the sudden music, and the movement began to spread in this special observation tower. The double bass uses an empty accent as an introduction, and the bassoon plays a moan-like melody in the lower register, while the other instruments continue like sighs.

A restless and gloomy atmosphere began to fill the space, which was the king's welcome ceremony for the girl.

He said in the invitation letter that he would only receive distinguished guests who were qualified to come here.

At this moment, he was happily sharing his beloved music with the guests who came to visit him.

The girl listened to the music and stepped on the bright road to the sky, but her tone was so disrespectful and she spoke naturally.

"B minor, 4/4 time, sonata form - Tchaikovsky's Sixth Symphony is not a particularly widely sung piece. Do you like it very much?"

As mentioned before, girls have learned a lot of knowledge in their lives, and music is one of them.

Tchaikovsky's "Sixth Symphony" is known as the author's most proud work.

Restlessness, restlessness, strange lightness and tranquility, tragedy, darkness, and despair.

Tchaikovsky described the four movements in his diary as: Youth, Love, Disappointment and Death, setting the final chapter for the debate on this song. It will eventually lead to deep black despair or tranquility. Death can also be interpreted as the sadness of being unable to struggle and escape.

Most of the people who like to listen to him have a learning attitude and put him on the playlist to play on a loop, which is more or less unique.

"Works are often given the name of nobility, but the value of items is based on rarity. If too many people understand it, the famous painting will no longer be a famous painting, and the famous music will no longer be a famous song."

A man's voice sounded. It was the first time Fujimaru Ritsuka talked with the king, and naturally it was also the first time he heard his voice.

It was a sound like a pipe organ, majestic and solemn, but there was an uncomfortable hoarseness hidden in it. To make an inappropriate metaphor, it's like someone secretly cooking roasted sweet potatoes in a gorgeous pipe organ and stuffing a few wooden splints into it.

Of course, it is more likely that Fujimaru Ritsuka was unhappy with this person, so she figured it out.

The girl walked leisurely. The current time was 11:59. Fujimaru Ritsuka knew that it was useless to be anxious. Kaguya's personality profile of the general was already very clear. She didn't even need AI to calculate it. With Fujimaru Ritsuka Xiang's experience analysis can also roughly infer this person's character.

Ambitious, possessive, controlling, extremely cautious, regardless of means but cares about ritual.

- He must have loved bedwetting, setting fires and torturing animals as a child.

The end of such a person is probably that he will be unable to extricate himself from being immersed in his own world. Everything must be performed according to the script he arranged, otherwise he will simply hide around like a mouse, waiting for the next opportunity.

Therefore, the most efficient behavior is not to rush up and grab him by the neck, but to wait patiently until his so-called twelve o'clock and have a conversation according to his game rules.

so--

The girl put her hands in her trouser pockets and stepped on the ground of the special observation tower with her final step.

In front of you is the king general, the apex of the so-called fierce ghosts, the darkest and smelliest cancer in this country.

The man stood by the window, wearing a straight military uniform, a wide belt around his waist, and a gorgeous purple scarf in his collar, like a Prussian nobleman stepping out of a portrait.

——As long as he doesn't have that chilling Noh mask on his face.

The man's face was hidden in the shadows. The orange light from the observation deck was obviously warm, but it couldn't warm the man's strange and chilling face.

Pure white, pale, bloodless white.

The eyes are narrow but slender and twisted, not like a human being, but more like an ancient portrait deliberately made for exaggeration. The lips were a deep scarlet, and it would be inappropriate to describe them as the color of blood. The color on the pure white canvas just felt so dirty and disgusting.

Japanese culture is full of mourning, death, despair, horror, and incomprehensible whiteness.

Fujimaru Ritsuka, a sunny girl, has never been able to synchronize with these thoughts, so she neither likes being disqualified in the world nor the overly coquettish and arrogant makeup of Japanese dolls. She is even more dissatisfied with the Noh masks that boast strange aesthetics. Deep down I'm not interested.

What she likes are flowers, holy swords and bucklers with snowflakes on them, heroes and the mortals who set out on the road in admiration of the heroes’ backs.

So when she saw the Wang General's face, she showed an undisguised expression of French disgust. The girl picked up the walkie-talkie, covered it with her palm, and said something coldly into it.

[Confirm that the king is in the special observation tower and request support from my family. 】

After finishing speaking, the girl continued to maintain the disgusted face of an acquaintance, which was clearly contemptuous.

She did not take the lead in attacking, but spoke on the previous topic.

"So - you think you are "special" because you can understand this piece of music?"

"Ha ha ha ha ha"

Surprisingly, the general seemed to be very satisfied with the girl's reaction. He stretched his body as if he had received a thoughtful gift, and the stiff Noh mask seemed to come to life.

Laughing even more disgustingly.

"It's not just me."

The king answered the girl's question, but then added as if he was not satisfied.

"The moment you come to this place without heaven or earth, it means that you are my guest and we are equals."

"Look, we are standing on the highest place in all of Tokyo."

"Looking at the busy traffic below and the bustling lights of the city, we overlook people running for life. The traffic is like lost fireflies in the night, escaping into the distance, as if they want to escape from this colorful prison in Tokyo."

“We open the most expensive wine and food in the world, drink one bottle down our throats and criticize it, pour one bottle on the ground, and watch the tons of transparent banknotes flow along the cracks in the floor, leaving behind dry and ugly traces. , evaporated into meaninglessness.”

The man opened his arms, the Noh mask gradually emerged from the shadows, and the king let his military uniform be exposed to the light, calmly but passionately speaking inspiring words.

"We have the authority and the responsibility to decide what is right, and that's not ridiculous."

His voice is very contagious. No matter what he says, a person who can talk about himself in a rhythm is always very suitable to become a leader. His body language was exciting and infectious, as if he was born to compete for Beacon President.

But words without a preface and a follow-up could at best deceive Texans. Fujimaru Ritsuka just looked at him calmly.

"No--"

The girl sighed and spoke without even looking at the man.

"You're a bit wrong."

"oh?"

After being rebutted, the general seemed to become more interested. He nodded hurriedly and walked gracefully towards the girl, as if he wanted to get closer to Fujimaru Ritsuka.

He seemed interested.

He was eager to know what the girl thought about this city, her views on human beings, and her desire for this world.

She actually wanted to refute the conclusion that "she and she are special", so how should she refute it?

He wanted to see that the girl's heart could be glimpsed from those simple words. He wanted to know whether the girl was a new chess player, or a vase for others to admire, a spokesperson.

He believed that it was most likely the latter, so the "we" in his mouth was just shouting from a distance.

But even so, he wanted to see who could make waves in the plan he had prepared for decades.

He walked faster and faster, as if he was impatient, like the murderous maniac in a B-level gourmet movie pulling a chainsaw and approaching step by step. Combined with the terrifying mask, it makes people subconsciously have the urge to retreat in fear.

But Fujimaru Ritsuka doesn't.

She just looked at him, raised her hands, palms facing outward, and said with a serious face——

"Sorry, I'm not an adult yet, so I can't drink."

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Wang stopped his forward movement, his left foot slid ten centimeters against the ground due to inertia, and his right foot froze in mid-air.

This sentence?

Are you actually refuting this sentence? ! ! ?

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ps:

As a warning, the content of the next few chapters may be more complicated and contain more information.

The next plot should be about the collision of concepts between Fujimaru Ritsuka and the king general, and how Fujimaru-san analyzes the king general's behavior to get the factors behind it, and finally finds a way to bring the two of them to the same level. Otherwise, no matter what Fighting life and death is nothing more than Schrödinger's Ph.D.

When I am happy, the plot in my mind is very reasonable and satisfying, but I am not sure whether it is in line with the readers' reading habits - so if you are interested in the next few chapters, you can tell me how you feel about it.

——It’s really not possible. How about I try to write faster and write the fun part in one go? (can't do it)

By the way, my grades plummeted so much that I was clueless. Did any of the plots become toxic? In fact, if you want me to write about a hilarious journey of salvation, I can do it. Anyway, I hope the big guys will stop raising books or try not to raise them, because the children will be frightened until their sphincter relaxes.