The real death in the world is never the loss of vital signs, but the death of the last person who remembers you, in which case you will be completely obliterated in the long river of history.
This girl from the land of cherry blossoms didn't want to even have a monument.
Gu Qingwan walked up to her, and the soldiers around her automatically stepped back. Raindrops fell on the black umbrella, and September felt a sense of shelter.
"I called you here today to carry out a task. If you do well, you can make a request. Of course, don't try to disobey in any way. If you do your best, I will treat you well." A magnetic voice with a mature and sophisticated air rang in September's ears, but she didn't find it gentle at all.
"What mission?"
"It's not difficult for you. Nor is it... asking you to risk your life."
“My life is worthless to you. I can’t stop you from taking it if you want, right?”
"Great, I'm glad you think that way."
Gu Qingwan glanced at her indifferently.
Then in September, she said, "Then I want freedom, is that okay?"
"That's a bit much. Let's think of something else. No rush, you have time to think about it."
After being rejected without hesitation, September wasn't too surprised. She was just joking. Even if a miracle happened, she couldn't escape the fate of being imprisoned by all living beings.
With that, Gu Qingwan turned around and walked into the Federation, with Jiu Yue following behind her, and a few soldiers at the rear.
"We need you to be a teacher to some young people, to teach them the swordsmanship of the Tokugawa family. As far as I know, the Tokugawa family swords, which have been passed down for hundreds of years, are the most exquisite and lethal swords known today. We can't find a teacher with sufficient skill and pure technique right now, so you're the perfect candidate. This task shouldn't be too difficult, right?" she said as she walked.
In September, as she listened, she stared blankly at the towering skyscrapers before her, the futuristic technology making her feel as if she were in a dream. The Federation's cities resembled products of the future, with spiraling ladders climbing the buildings everywhere. Looking up... the colossal war maiden, her head hidden from view, piercing the clouds, sent chills down her spine.
She stands tall between heaven and earth.
This scene shocked Jiu Yue so much that she forgot to answer Gu Qingwan's question.
"Hmm?" A cold gaze swept over.
"It's not difficult...it really isn't difficult," she hurriedly replied.
"In addition, you must keep your identity a secret from those young people. No matter what they ask, except for questions about swordsmanship, you must remain silent. If you reveal it, the consequences will be severe."
As they talked, Gu Qingwan led her to a small building. She took out a brooch from her pocket, which looked quite high-tech, and personally fastened it to her bodysuit.
Then, her voice, gentle as a demon's, softly rang in my ears, "Now, you are temporarily a member of the Federation. Prepare to welcome your students."
At 9:10 a.m., September knelt in the unusually spacious main hall. Beneath her was the floor, which smelled pleasantly of wood. In the distance were several mannequins made of a special material, and on the walls hung countless finely crafted samurai swords, gleaming coldly. She examined the numerous swords with great interest, wondering what kind of mysterious entity the Federation was. The organization's financial resources must be many times greater than those of the Tokugawa family she had previously served.
Each of the knives hanging there is a fine knife crafted by renowned masters from around the world, and all of them appear to be brand new, meaning they were rushed out in a short period of time and are all unsharpened.
What kind of force could drive these renowned sword makers to work tirelessly, day and night, to forge swords?
It's important to know that all renowned craftsmen have their own unique temperaments, and the knives they make are often priceless and hard to find, as they work according to their mood.
The one on the far right, September recognized, was made by a famous old swordsmith from Hokkaido, Japan. He never cared about money or people, only giving swords to those who were destined to receive them.
These hundreds of hanging stems are worth at least hundreds of millions.
In front of September were some sliced bread, a glass of water, and a few boiled eggs.
She slowly broke off a piece, ate a little bit, and then set the plate aside.
You shouldn't eat too much before swinging the knife; you need to be in the best condition. Once you're too full, your bodily functions decline, and you'll feel drowsy, making it impossible to perform the movements perfectly.
As a professional assassin, September has maintained many instincts, such as always keeping herself in a combat-ready state, ready to fight as soon as she picks up a weapon.
She didn't even know who her student was. Sitting there quietly, her mind blank, she entered a very peaceful meditative state.
Actually, September isn't considered beautiful; her face is quite ordinary, and her features, when put together, aren't stunning. However, she has a very pleasing appearance, and her temperament is one of detachment that remains unfazed even when Mount Tai collapses in front of her, which is quite attractive.
Just outside the weapons hall, less than two hundred meters away, a dozen students were already walking along the road, following their instructor.
The leading mentor among these people is Wan Xingyan, the world's number one expert in the chip industry. He has been promoted from a mentor in the China Special Zone to a mentor who oversees all the people who remain in the Special Zone, which consists of only a dozen or so people.
Despite his limited language skills, the outgoing Zhu Yibai has made quite a few friends and is currently chatting with people from other sections.
Luo Xiaoli and her friends deliberately distanced themselves from Adela on the other side. Enemies meeting are especially hostile, and they exchanged glances whenever they had a chance. If it weren't for the explicit rule against infighting, they would really be causing a big scene every three days and a small scene every two days.
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