Amid cheers.
Hundreds of burly men dressed in identical black samurai outfits, with samurai swords hanging at their waists, were running at high speed to clear the way ahead.
On the left breast of the understated yet luxurious samurai outfit, a blooming golden chrysanthemum is dazzling.
Everyone who saw them stepped aside, their expressions filled with awe.
These members of the Emperor's Guard are all highly skilled individuals who are most loyal to the Imperial Family, and they are only deployed when the Emperor travels.
It is the most special and prestigious unit in the entire country of Japan, without exception.
An elderly man with a stern face and white hair, surrounded by a group of high-ranking Japanese officials, was slowly walking towards the foot of the mountain.
The short, stout middle-aged man walking alongside him was none other than the Emperor of Japan.
As he approached, the cheering crowd grew increasingly enthusiastic.
"My Lord Martial Saint, I beg you not to show mercy to the people of the Dragon Kingdom. Only blood can wash away the humiliation they have caused us."
"That's right, let them pay for their crimes in blood! Master Sato Tsuru cannot have died in vain!"
"We must beat the Chinese people hard before they will obey!"
"Let the ignorant people of the Dragon Kingdom see what a true master is!"
The Japanese onlookers outside were shouting wildly, their anger mixed with excitement.
He bowed respectfully in the direction of Miyamoto Kiyokawa, his gaze fervent and adoring.
Miyamoto Kiyokawa, who was walking, suddenly stopped, and the group of high-ranking officials behind him also hurriedly stopped.
Miyamoto Kiyokawa calmly raised his hand in a gesture towards the surroundings, and the deafening roar immediately ceased.
"I swear in the name of Amaterasu Omikami that all those who insult our people will be punished to the fullest extent of the law!"
"If Chu Mo dares to come, he will surely die!"
These words once again sparked a deafening roar of excitement.
"Long live Amaterasu! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Martial Saint!"
"Make the dogs of the Dragon Kingdom kneel down and beg for mercy!"
"Kill all the Chinese! Long live Japan!"
Many fanatics are shouting increasingly excited and arrogant slogans.
Many Chinese people couldn't stand it anymore and suddenly joined in the shouting.
"Kill all the Japanese dogs! Avenge our humiliation!"
"Mount Fuji, erupt! Let this evil nation disappear from the earth."
"Go, Chu Mo! Slay Miyamoto Kiyokawa and uphold the might of the Dragon Kingdom!"
...
Hearing the frenzied shouts around him, the Japanese Emperor's expression grew increasingly grim.
He deeply admires Chinese culture and naturally understands the Chinese language.
But he was helpless when it came to these ordinary people.
In public, it's impossible to send troops to suppress them, right?
This great battle has already attracted much attention from all over the world.
Reporters from many countries' media outlets had already made arrangements both on the outside and inside.
Moreover, the official representatives of the Dragon Kingdom also sent personnel to attend the event.
However, as the Emperor, he naturally wouldn't accompany them personally, but instead arranged for them to be present beforehand.
They arrived late again.
This was to create the illusion that they were waiting for them.
Unexpectedly, at the entrance, they were given a rude awakening by these ordinary citizens of the Dragon Kingdom.
He could only angrily quicken his pace, walking alongside Miyamoto Kiyokawa, pretending not to hear.
Many of the accompanying Japanese officials also looked extremely grim, with some even muttering angry curses under their breath.
"These Chinese people have absolutely no manners; they are truly an inferior race!"
"Wait until we see their unparalleled geniuses crushed and killed by the Martial Saint, then let's see if they can still shout!"
...
at this time.
Led by Zhang Qidao and others, Chinese officials stood quietly at the foot of Mount Fuji, accompanied by the Japanese Foreign Minister and his entourage.
To show respect for Miyamoto Kiyokawa, they didn't even provide a chair; everyone watched the game standing up.
However, this area is still somewhat different from the surrounding area.
Many Japanese guards are on high alert in the area to prevent a clash from enthusiastic crowds from both countries.
A large open space not far away is the venue for this duel.
Mount Fuji is a sacred mountain in Japan, and it is also an active volcano.
It was impossible to arrange their duel on the mountaintop.
The shouts outside were heard by those inside.
Japanese Foreign Minister Aso Maruko looked very unpleasant, as did other foreign ministry officials.
"Minister Zhang, the quality of your country's people needs improvement. They actually want Japan to disappear entirely. Such thinking is unacceptable."
Maruko Aso took a breath and continued angrily:
"If this kind of thinking continues to grow, the possibility of war between the two countries will increase infinitely. Surely this is not an outcome your country desires?"
Zhang Qidao gave him a cold look and said with a crisp, cold laugh:
"Foreign Minister Aso, did you hear the slogans chanted by your Japanese people? Our people are simply reciprocating."
"As for so-called war, if it is the only way to uphold the truth."
"Then our Dragon Kingdom will never reject those who uphold justice!"
At this point, Zhang Qidao stared intently at them again, and said with a domineering smile:
"While we should look to the future and embrace peace, this should never mean forgetting history!"
"If that day ever comes, our soldiers will surely risk their lives to avenge our country's humiliation. What is there to fear?"
Maruko Aso's eyes flashed with annoyance, her face turning completely ashen, and she said unhappily:
"I deeply admire Minister Zhang's passion, but sometimes it is very dangerous to be so passionate without knowing one's own capabilities."
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