My name is Miyano Koten, and I also have another name, Ye Tian, which I chose myself after I came of age.
Ye is my mother's surname; she is a very beautiful Chinese woman.
There's something no one knows: she was kidnapped by my father.
My mother was forced to give birth to me by my father. She didn't like my father, nor did she like me.
My mother often locked herself in the house and wouldn't see anyone. When I missed my mother as a child, I would sit at the doorway, and my mother would tell me stories about China and some lovely fairy tales.
It contains princesses and princes, happiness and longing, but not cruelty or coercion.
When I was two years old, I was selected to join a special training camp, where I endured training far beyond our physical limits every day with a group of children who couldn't even take care of themselves.
And also learning Chinese.
We were so tired, we missed our parents, we wanted to go home, but no one dared to cry because the trainers would whip us with whips soaked in salt water.
The whip was covered in blood, both dried and undried, mixed with salt water, emitting a foul stench.
The children in the training camp weren't afraid of the training itself, but they were terrified of the whip.
When I was three years old, my aunt, Miyano Kaori, returned from a mission and brought back a girl who was the same age as me.
Unlike us, who were all skin and bones, the girl was plump and fair-skinned, wearing a beautiful princess dress and holding a small red tiger doll in her arms. She looked like a little princess who had stepped out of a fairy tale that her mother had told her by chance.
My aunt called me over and told me that her name was Chu Xiang and that she would be training with us from now on.
I reached out to grab Chu Xiang's hand, but she dodged away and backed away screaming, "I don't want to stay here! I want to go home! My grandfather is a very powerful general, and my maternal grandparents, my parents, my uncles and aunts, and my maternal uncles are all very powerful People's Liberation Army soldiers. They will definitely come to save me!"
My aunt shoved her to the ground and scolded her sternly, "You can never go back. You will become our country's best weapon, a sharp blade used to deal with China and the Chu family!"
Chu Xiang didn't cry. She got up, hugged the little tiger in one arm, and clenched her little fist in the other, protesting to her aunt, "I want to go back!"
Protesting is the last thing the children in the training camp will do, because protesting will only result in even harsher training and beatings.
I don't know why, but I'm very worried about Chu Xiang. I don't want her to get hurt; after all, she's so wonderful.
My mother always said that beautiful things should be protected, not destroyed.
I rushed over and stood in front of Chu Xiang, trying to protect this beautiful moment with my small body.
At that time, I never imagined that this protection would last for more than 20 years.
Chu Xiang joined the training camp, but she didn't undergo the same brutal training as us. There was a female trainer who understood Chinese who kept giving her lessons, trying to instill ideas that didn't belong to her.
She held the tiger cub unmoved, while the female trainer flew into a rage and screamed in despair countless times. She remained unmoved, neither crying nor afraid, her bright black eyes fixed on the female trainer, sometimes even revealing a smile.
The trainers had no choice but to starve her, depriving her of food and water, and keeping her in a dark iron cage.
I would often secretly hide my food and water and bring it to her.
She didn't eat at first, but when she was extremely hungry, she finally accepted my offer.
Once we got to know each other better, I would ask her, "Aren't you afraid of rebelling?"
She said she wasn't afraid.
I asked her why.
She thought for a long time but still couldn't remember.
I've been locked in a cage for so long that I can't even remember why.
She just held the little tiger tightly in her arms.
Three years passed like this.
She began to forget her name, identity, and country, but she never forgot to resist.
The female trainer protested to her aunt countless times, refusing to tame Chu Xiang any further. Her aunt would then come in person, but no matter how many methods she tried, Chu Xiang remained unmoved.
He was shocked at the time. How could such a young child have such a firm belief?
The aunt's temper was no less volatile than the female trainer's, and she vowed to train Chu Xiang.
Chu Xiang was locked in the cage again. The little girl curled up in the endless darkness, with only the little tiger for company.
I brought her water and food, and I would tell her fairy tales. She slowly started calling me Brother Xiaotian. I was very happy, even happier than when I won first place in training.
I hope she will always call me Brother Xiaotian and always treat me as a friend.
But one day, her aunt came and looked at Chu Xiang without saying a word, just smiling.
Later on, Chu Xiang was frequently taken away from the training camp.
I don't know where my aunt took Chu Xiang, and I'm very worried about her.
Until that day, I secretly followed my aunt and found a Chinese woman who looked very much like Chu Xiang. She was holding Chu Xiang and trying to commit suicide. I didn't want Chu Xiang to die, so I rushed over and took Chu Xiang away when no one was paying attention.
But that Chinese woman died.
Later, I learned that she was Chu Xiang's mother.
Chu Xiang witnessed her mother die in front of her. She fainted, then developed a high fever and fell into a coma.
After a long time, Chu Xiang's illness slowly improved, but she couldn't remember many things. Fortunately, she still remembered that I was Brother Xiao Tian.
The brutal training continued, as did the taming of Chu Xiang, only with a change of training officers.
Six months later, the trainer discovered that Chu Xiang's intelligence had stagnated.
They tried countless methods, but all came to the same conclusion: they could no longer tame Chu Xiang.
When my aunt heard the news, she was devastated and fell ill the next day. Before long, she slowly deteriorated and passed away with endless resentment.
Chu Xiang was no longer of any use, and the people in the training camp planned to kill her.
When I learned the news, I went to ask my father to let Chu Xiang stay. My father's official position at the time was enough to protect Chu Xiang, but my father had one condition: after he came of age, he would go to China to infiltrate and receive 30% more training every day.
I agreed without hesitation.
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