Dragon Clan: Reboot Life

"Then let's part here." Akira Sakurai stopped and looked back.

Mako stood beside him, and the four companions headed by Kenjiro stood opposite the two of them.

"Ms. Erika has confirmed that she has entered the gate of hell, and her security is temporarily entrusted to you. Mako and I will join you as soon as possible."

Kenjiro nodded, jokingly said: "Don't worry, with the young lady's ability, those hunters inside can't hurt her at all, that is the most orthodox white king's blood."

"Don't be careless, be careful of the sound of clappers that your lord mentioned." Akira Sakurai solemnly said, "Miss has a fatal flaw, don't let the enemy take advantage of it."

Miyamoto Kenjiro said with a hearty smile: "As long as we can still move, we will never let that thing called Herzog get closer to Miss!"

Akira Sakurai stood in place holding an umbrella, watching Kenjiro and the others disappear into the rain.

He looked up at the endless rain and sighed faintly.

Rainwater is the best channel to communicate with the Nibelungen in this world. This continuous heavy rain has greatly shortened the distance between Nibelungen hidden in the reflection of the city and the world.

If what your lord said is correct, if the heavy rain continues, combined with the promotion of some people, the food of the night will completely coincide with the present world, and Tokyo will become a hunting ground for ancient corpse guards.

"Let's go." Mako put away the umbrella, her beautiful face and long hair were quickly wet by the rain, but it gave her a touch of softness in ink and wash landscape paintings.

In the absence of anyone else, the girl stretched and began to unleash her wildness with reckless abandon.

In the eyes of the others, Mako Miyamoto is generally a girl with a gentle and virtuous personality and a dignified manner. She is a Japanese-standard Yamato Nadeko-type girl.

Even Kenjiro Miyamoto, who is Mako's cousin by blood, thinks so.

But only Akira Sakurai knows how "rebellious" this girl is, or how swaying she is.

In private, Mako is a very "troublesome" girl.

Akira Sakurai even wanted to use the word unpredictable to describe her, he couldn't guess what Mako was thinking at certain times.

Sometimes she would stand in front of him, stand on tiptoe and compare the difference in height between the two of them, and then smile and say that you have grown taller recently, and if you grow taller, I will look up to you. Do you like the feeling of being looked up by girls?

Every time at this time, Akira Sakurai would stiffly lean back and turn his face sideways.

Because Mako's exquisite little face is close at hand, sticking in front of him, he can even feel the soft and moist fragrance from Mako's exhalation, so close that he can kiss the girl's moist lips as long as he bows his head, which makes people who are not used to being too close with girls Akira Sakurai who got too close was very embarrassed.

Before Akira Sakurai complained, Mako walked away alone humming a song with her hands behind her back.

Sometimes Mako would sit quietly in the courtyard, looking at the end of the sky and the sea, motionless like a statue made by a master, with the drunken sunlight smudged by the twilight falling on her body.

Akira Sakurai stood in the shadow of the courtyard and stared at the girl's figure. Her pupils reflected the magnificent and mysterious fire clouds of this season, but there was an indescribable bleakness and loneliness. Maybe it was because the sun was about to set and Or this girl with a sensitive and colorful heart has long been used to looking at the future that does not belong to them during those years in the mountains.

Seeing such a fragile side of the girl, Akira Sakurai will come out of the shadows by accident.

The sound of footsteps startled Mako who was sitting there, and when she saw him, her eyes, which were as calm as a frozen lake, narrowed for a moment.

She tilted her head and blinked her beautiful eyes, and walked out of the clear and sad scroll in an instant, from the person in the painting who could only be seen from a distance to the person in front of her eyes.

This cat-like movement is enough to soften the heart of any man who looks at her.

And those eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, seemed to be talking, as if asking Mingjun what do you want to do secretly?

Hell, even if he really wanted to do something secretly, he couldn't do anything under the watchful eyes of those bright and smart pupils.

Sometimes he thinks Mako is a mysterious cat-like girl.

You will never guess what the cat is thinking. Maybe one second she was obediently being stroked by you, but the next second she will suddenly jump off the sofa and disappear from your eyes in an instant.

If you can guess, then you must be raising a big orange.

Akira Sakurai once asked Mako, did you have any friends during those years in Dashan?

Everyone in that school has their own friends, which are often the beliefs that support them to live. For Akira Sakurai, the square sky that never changes, and the gentle teacher Nami, That's why he's alive.

Makoto didn't answer him.

She just slightly bent her legs, hugged her knees with her hands, lightly tapped her chin on her arms, her clear pupils seemed to be always looking into the distance.

At this time, Akira Sakurai seemed to understand something. Although Mako didn't say anything, he still understood the distance the girl was looking at.

It was all the beautiful things that were always out of reach for them.

In those years, this slender and sensitive girl, but also colorful girl, has been sitting quietly in a corner, looking at the world that does not belong to them in the distance.

After a momentary trance, Sakurai Akira came back to his senses.

Makoto in front was humming a song, stepping on the stagnant water under her feet, she was obviously soaked by the rain, but she had a bright smile on her lips.

He sighed, caught up with her in two steps, and held up an umbrella for her: "Stop playing, do you want me to send you to the hospital if you get wet?"

In the semi-darkness of Tokyo on a rainy night, the buildings not far away are outlined with a few traces like ink lines in the rain.

With his hands behind his back, Makoto hummed softly in a nasal voice, neither refusing nor answering him, just walking along the street.

Akira Sakurai held an umbrella and followed her, thinking that it was a rehearsal for Mako to be a bodyguard in the future.

The adults said that when everything is over, he will arrange for Makoto to be an entertainer. As for himself...

Akira Sakurai felt a little helpless when he thought about the useless manuscript criticized by editor Ze.

I feel that instead of being a street writer, it is better to be a bodyguard for Makoto.

"Ming-jun." Mako stopped suddenly, and Akira Sakurai who lost his mind almost bumped into her back. The girl turned her head and smiled sweetly, "I seem to fall in love with this city."

Akira Sakurai was stunned, he had never seen Mako show such a flawless smile.

She's not kidding.

"So, I must protect this city." Mako seemed to be talking to himself, "When everything is over, I will ask you to help me buy a house in Tokyo that belongs to me."

"Do you want to come together?"

She turned her head and smiled sweetly, her figure was unparalleled by the wind, rain and street lights.

Akira Sakurai was stunned, he suddenly realized that the rainy Tokyo at this moment was unreal, and the air was filled with the atmosphere of seeing people's hearts for a while.

"Don't get me wrong, it was the adults who asked you to be my bodyguard." Makoto suddenly smiled like a little fox, and said with a smile, "Ming Jun, you should be more than enough to protect a weak and weak woman like me, right?"

Akira Sakurai nodded dumbly.