Killing Enmity Is Better than Keeping It Alive

Kyoto's suburb.

A group of swallows flew and the roars of wild animals repeatedly echoed over the vast expanse of a mountain range. The place was the Gene Camp as well as General Fukuda's stronghold. A cluster of ordinary barracks was built around the mountain with hundreds of thousands of troops stationed in four barracks, while inside the massif was an underground space that was limited to the field of activity of Japanese cultivators and genetic warriors.

Inside the secret room, as Ki Kitagawa held a beautiful sable. He stuffed a jade into its mouth and cracking sounds were heard as it chewed the jade. But the faint aura fluctuating from Ki Kitagawa's body made the complexions of the two men in the room change.

"You said General really doesn't have time to see me?"

Ki Kitagawa's voice sounded tranquil, but one could feel the coldness hidden within.