Nakamura Shinichiro's black sedan silently glided into a tranquil area.
This was the most central part of Takamagahara, the villa district of the Omiya Family.
Ancient cherry blossom trees and modern surveillance caras intertwined along both sides of the road, forming a peculiar harmony.
An invisible pressure perated the air, as if every inch of space was under strict surveillance.
Soon, the vehicle stopped in front of a sprawling villa.
The villa's style was typical Sakura Country classical, with upturned eaves and deep courtyards.
But upon closer inspection, the Materials forming the walls glead with a tallic cold light, and the window grilles were not wood, but so unknown alloy, inscribed with intricate runes.
This was both a residence and a fortress.
As soon as the car door opened, a middle-aged man in traditional butler attire ca forward to greet them.
He was tall and straight, his hair ticulously combed, and while a respectful smile graced his face, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's.
"Young Master, you've returned quite early today."
Nakamura Shinichiro nodded, then turned to the side to introduce Zhou Huai.
"This is my butler, Tazawa Heiji."
"He has been with for over twenty years and is trustworthy."
Zhou Huai's gaze lingered on Tazawa Heiji for a mont.
This butler was not simple; his Rank was at least level forty or above, and his Qi was steady, making him a master.
Nakamura Shinichiro then turned to Tazawa Heiji, pointing at Zhou Huai and Natsu Rinku.
"These two are my friends."
He deliberately emphasized the word "friends."
"From today on, they will be staying here. You must treat them as you would treat ."
Tazawa Heiji's gaze swept over Zhou Huai and Natsu Rinku; there was no hint of disdain, only increased respect.
Nakamura Shinichiro paused, lowering his voice.
"But to outsiders, you will say they are my newly hired servants."
"Do you understand?"
Tazawa Heiji's mind worked quickly.
To be so solemnly called "friends" by his haughty Young Master, even to the extent of using this thod to conceal their identities...
These two people were definitely not simple.
Without the slightest hesitation, he imdiately bowed deeply.
"Yes, Young Master, I understand."
His posture was even more humble than when he had first greeted Nakamura Shinichiro.
The group entered the villa.
Compared to the dilapidated shack outside that had been almost completely destroyed, this place was simply another world.
The entrance hall, nearly ten ters high, had a floor paved with large slabs of black marble, polished to a mirror shine.
The air was filled with the elegant scent of precious sandalwood mixed with unknown flowers.
Along both sides of the corridor hung famous calligraphies and paintings, each worth a fortune.
Passing a screen painted with mountains and rivers, they arrived at a huge Japanese garden.
Dry landscape, moss-covered stones, and a uniquely shaped century-old black pine stood silently.
Every detail exuded understated luxury and profound heritage.
Natsu Rinku followed behind Zhou Huai, her large eyes filled with curiosity and shock.
Her small hand unconsciously clutched Zhou Huai's sleeve, as if only this could give her a sense of reality in this dream-like place.
In her entire life, she had never seen such a beautiful house.
It was even more magnificent than the imperial palaces she had seen on television.
Nakamura Shinichiro personally led the two through a long corridor to an independent guest courtyard.
"Master, you and Young Miss Rinku will temporarily stay here."
"This place is connected to my master bedroom but is relatively independent; no one will disturb you."
The guest courtyard was equally elegant; pushing open the shoji door revealed a small private hot spring.
Nakamura Shinichiro had just finished arranging their accommodation and was about to excuse himself.
A sudden, urgent phone call rang.
He took out his phone, and the mont he saw the caller ID, the relaxed expression on his face was replaced by solemnity.
He walked to the side and respectfully answered the call.
"Teacher."
He didn't know what was said on the other end of the line.
Nakamura Shinichiro's expression grew even more serious, and his back straightened unconsciously.
"Yes."
"Yes, I understand."
"I'll be right there!"
How keen was Zhou Huai's perception? He had already sensed that the atmosphere was wrong.
"What's going on?"
Nakamura Shinichiro took a deep breath, quickly walked to Zhou Huai, and lowered his voice.
"It's Teacher's call."
"Teacher wants to go imdiately and gather all the Core Disciples of the Divine Craftsman's Heart to quickly forge a batch of weapons."
"It seems the Omiya Family... might be making a big move soon."
Nakamura bid farewell to Zhou Huai.
"Master, I must go first."
"I might not return for the next few days."
He bowed slightly, his expression solemn.
"If you need anything, or wish to leave here, just tell Tazawa, and he will handle everything for you."
Zhou Huai nodded, watching Nakamura Shinichiro hurry away.
As Nakamura said, this butler nad Tazawa Heiji was quite thoughtful.
Almost the mont Nakamura left, he was already directing several maids to bring out exquisite dishes, one after another.
The lavish spread made Natsu Rinku's eyes widen in awe.
Warm steam rose from small porcelain bowls, carrying the enticing aroma of food.
Golden and crispy tempura, with tender shrimp at wrapped inside.
Top-grade Wagyu sashimi, sliced as thin as cicada wings, with pink flesh marbled like snowflakes.
And the sea urchin rice served in rustic pottery bowls, each grain plump and glistening, evenly coated with golden sea urchin sauce.
This was probably the first ti in her life she had seen such luxurious food.
The little girl showed her innocent side for the first ti.
She carefully picked up her chopsticks, took a piece of tempura, and gently bit into it.
The crispy outer shell shattered between her teeth, making a clear sound.
Imdiately followed by the sweet, springy texture of the shrimp at.
Her eyes instantly lit up, as if starlight had exploded within them.
She began to eat heartily, thoroughly enjoying herself, taking each bite with exceptional seriousness, as if performing a sacred ritual.
As she ate, tears involuntarily stread down her cheeks, dripping into her bowl.
She didn't wipe them away.
She just kept shoveling rice into her mouth, chewing and sobbing at the sa ti.
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Caesar sat quietly to the side, watching her.
Naturally, he didn't need to eat.
Zhou Huai had tried eating with his Clone before, but he couldn't taste much.
His taste buds couldn't transmit real sensations.
So, no matter how delicious the food, it was like chewing wax to him.
He looked at the girl's satisfied yet poignant expression, without much emotional fluctuation in his heart.
This world was just like that.
So enjoyed delicacies in the clouds, while others struggled for a mouthful of food in the mud.
He was preparing to return his consciousness to his main body and finish his shift early.
The situation in Sakura Country was already tumultuous; a war between the Kujo Family and the Omiya Family was imminent.
He had to rest early and conserve his energy to better cope with the upcoming major battle.
However, just as he was about to withdraw his consciousness.
Zhou Huai's movents paused.
He opened his eyes again, his gaze sharpening.
Just now, the Information Bugs he had spread throughout Tokyo City had transmitted a scene.
Our beautiful White Butterfly, Madam Maeda, seed to be being hunted.
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