Dragon 3: Tide of the Black Moon (1)

"All of you have already met, the head of the Gen family, Mr. Gen Wakizashi ......" Sakura introduced them one by one.

Caesar was a little surprised, he did not expect that the young man who picked up the plane yesterday was one of the few people with the highest status in the Serpentine Eight family, so that the Serpentine Eight family is extraordinarily kind to them.

"The head of the Ryoma family, Mr. Ryoma Geneichiro, Mr. Ryoma Geneichiro is the current minister of the Japanese branch."

The head of the Ryoma family is neither a bone nor a spray of Yin, looks like a man who is going through a mid-life crisis, wearing a meticulous suit, hair combed very carefully, but there is little essence as if the face is written: "overtime pressure boss to my fierce promotion is not expected to wife and people messing with daughter and early love why I do not go to death".

This guy is the most horrible person in the yakuza? Or the current Japanese branch minister? This guy is a pure middle-aged loser, right? Lu Mingfei muttered in his heart.

"The head of the Inuyama family, Inuyama He-san. Mr. Inuyamaiga was the first branch minister and is an old friend of Principal Onge."

The white-haired head of the Inuyama family looked amiable, with a smile as bright as sunlight. He scratched his head and chuckled, "Oops, oops, I had to be friends with him because I couldn't kill Ange. What a pity."

"The head of the Sakurai family, Ms. Sakurai Nanami, who doubles as the inspector of the Japanese branch."

The head of the Sakurai family was a stunning young woman, although she was deliberately conservative in her dress, her suit dress could not hide her hot curves, and the pair of crimson thick-rimmed glasses on her face made her plain face look like full makeup with more colors.

"The head of the Wind Demon family, Mr. Wind Demon Kotaro, the 'Wakatou' of the Serpentine Eight family, when the head of the family is not present, the family's affairs are decided by Mr. Wind Demon, Mr. Wind Demon is not serving in the Japanese branch, but for this mission, we borrowed the ninja group of the Wind Demon family, so Mr. Wind Demon is also present at today's meeting."

Wind Demon family head finally somewhat in line with Lu Mingfei's heart yakuza big brother feeling, this old man in a black kimono as fine iron forged, cold and stern gaze like a knife, standing in front of him there is a kind of knife pointing at the eyebrows of the feeling. But the name is a bit strange, wind magic Kotaro? It sounds like either a stage name or a screen name. This old man is addicted to "Nobunaga's Wild Hope" series, or addicted to the "Warring States" series? It can't be the real Wind Demon Kotaro in history, that ninja king is more than four hundred years ago.

"Finally this is Mr. Orange Masamune, the head of the Orange family, and the head of the Serpentine Eight family."

"You all are not expecting the so-called yakuza elements to be people like us, right?" A white linen-clad Orange Masamune smiled and shook hands with the Caesar group one by one, "Actually, we didn't expect the ace commissioner of the academy headquarters to be such an outstanding teenager, either."

Although already a gray-haired old man, Orange Masamune just by that smile in the hearts of the guests to establish their own "leader of leaders" status, even the harsh as a knife wind demon Kotaro is not the kind of openness in his body, the natural and friendly smile has a kind of confidence in the hands of things firmly.

"The Miyamoto family head is doing some preparations, you will see in a moment. As for the Uesugi family head, she is not well and had another condition in the latter part of last night, and is still recuperating in bed, so I ask your distinguished guests to forgive her for her rudeness." Orange Masamune said.

"I am not at liberty to be present at the high-level meeting, so I will withdraw." Sakura bowed deeply.

"There is no rush, wait for me and Inuyama and Kazamage-san, Kazamage-san and I are not from the Japanese branch, we just need to give our full attention to help with the academy's mission. As for Inuyama-Kun, although he used to be the Japanese branch minister, but if the order has retired, it is not convenient to attend such a confidential meeting. We'll meet with the Academy's outstanding young people to talk about family matters, and then we can go have tea with the old misfits of the Strategy Department." Orange Masamune smiled.

"The tea smells good," Caesar said casually.

A charcoal stove was lit on the table, and on the stove sat a Kansai iron kettle. The iron pot was dark and heavy, the upper half with numerous blunt thorns like durian, the lower half carved with a red-faced, long-nosed raven tengu, flying with wings spread in a stream of clouds and flames. The charcoal fire burns the bottom of the kettle red, and the raven's face and the edges of its wings glow with a fluorescent fire. The water was about to boil. The breeze blew and the water in the kettle gurgled. From such a high place you can look directly out to the sea of Tokyo Bay, with white sails in the sunlight.

"It is a privilege to receive the approval of the heir of the Gattuso family for this tea." Orange Masamune said, "I have nothing to offer you all, so I will use this Japanese tea ceremony."

"Are you Japanese?" Caesar looked at Tangerine Masamune with a critical eye.

With a straight nose and deep-set eyes and a face as clear as a knife, Orange Masamune was different from the average old Japanese man, but he had purely colored black pupils, and his every move carried a strong Japanese flavor.

"I'm only half Japanese and the other half Russian." Orange Masamune said.

Caesar frowned, which made him think of the former Soviet icebreaker.

"I've been in Japan for many years and many people can't tell that I'm still half Russian, how did you tell, Mr. Gattuso?" Orange Masamune asked.

"The accent, you have a Slavic accent. You can distinguish between hard and soft palate sounds, which is typical of Russian pronunciation." Caesar said, "You have more than Russian blood, you have lived in Russia."

This was something that neither Lu Mingfei nor Chu Zhang had a say in, both of their native languages were Chinese, and Chu Zhang's English pronunciation was only slightly better than Lu Mingfei's because he spoke little. But Caesar sensed it when he listened to the first words of Orange Masamune. He had teachers in different languages since he was a child, and in addition to Italian he was fluent in English, French, and Spanish, and he could distinguish the languages of every country in Europe.

Among those present, even Wind Demon Kotarou and Minamoto Wakizashi showed surprised expressions the other family heads were not aware of this matter.

"I can't believe that after all these years this matter is still hidden from people," Orange Masamune smiled, "Yes, I lived in Russia for about 30 years, back in the days of the Soviet Union, when everyone ate the food assigned to them and the children were proud to wear the uniform."

Caesar hesitated for a moment and did not continue to ask. Orange Masamune had lived in Russia and could not infer that Orange Masamune was related to Lenin, Japan and Russia had been at war in northeast China, and there were a considerable number of Japanese-Russian mixed-race children after World War II. And Orange Masamune is very frank and does not look like he is hiding any secrets.

When the water boiled, Tangerine Masamune lifted the iron pot, poured the boiling water into the tea bowl, and then poured the water out. This is the standard Japanese tea ceremony procedure, the first hot water is only used to heat the tea bowl. Then he picked out two spoonfuls of tea powder with a wooden teaspoon and put them into the tea bowl, then he took a large spoonful of hot water from the iron pot and poured it into the tea bowl, gently stirring it with a tea brush. His technique was light and solemn, and the large sleeves of his linen kimono fluttered in the breeze, just like a zither master playing in the wind, and the silent zither music overflowed like an ocean.