Osaka Government

Chapter 82 Osaka Government

The next day, everyone prepared to leave this eerie place for their next destination...

The train gradually moved from the coastal area into the mainland. The continuous mountain ranges, appearing bluish-purple, were distributed on both sides of the train tracks. The mountains here in Japan were relatively clean, and the air was better than I had imagined.

"Do you think the mountain that Mo Fan mentioned before really exists?" Jiang Yu asked.

When they first set off, Mo Fan said he saw the mountain he had seen in his dream, but after chatting for a while, everyone realized that there was no such thing at all.

"I guess he was seeing things. We checked there, and there's no island there," Mu Tingying said.

When Mo Fan woke up and heard what they were saying, he didn't argue about it.

"We need to go to Osaka first," Ai Jiangtu said, not participating in their discussion. "Aren't we going straight to Tokyo?" Zhao Manyan asked, puzzled.

"We need to engage with some well-known universities in Japan, as our mentors specifically instructed. There's a Japanese National Pavilion in Osaka, so we have to get past Osaka before going to Tokyo," Ai Jiangtu replied.

Experience is experience, and medals are medals; both are indispensable.

Mo Fan, who was still half asleep, immediately perked up when he heard about the challenge: "A challenge? That's the most exciting thing ever!"

If we're not going to fight, what's the point of learning magic?

He's the kind of person who loves to cause trouble.

"Hmph, you're just a substitute, this kind of sparring isn't for you," Zu Jiming said with a sneer.

"You guys handle it. I'm too lazy to deal with some weaklings," Gojo Satoru said indifferently.

"There are many sea monsters in Japan. I've heard that some coastal areas around Osaka are famous for their naval battles. If we have enough time, we can go and take a look. I've heard the scenes are spectacular," Jiang Yu said.

Osaka is not a peaceful place, and its situation is somewhat similar to that of ancient capitals in China, where large-scale wars often occur.

Sirens are a super-powerful race among demons. Japan has suffered even more disasters than China, being a small island territory, and naturally, it is the target of the siren's attention.

Of course, it is precisely because their area is frequently subjected to the baptism of demons that their buildings are resistant to attack. Even if ordinary sea monsters were to invade the city area, they might not be able to destroy those resistant buildings.

"Once we get to Tokyo, we'll definitely go to War City. We won't go to Osaka; our main goal is to cause trouble for their academy," Ai Jiangtu said.

"Yeah, Tokyo's Battle City is one of the world's four major naval battlefields. There's not much to see in Osaka. Let's quickly take care of that National Pavilion here and go see some big scenes!" Jiang Yu added excitedly after hearing what Ai Jiangtu said.

"Is it really that spectacular?" Mo Fan had, after all, witnessed the great calamity that had ravaged the ancient capital.

He felt he was immune to certain so-called "big events".

"Compared to the scene of the ancient capital's fallen king leading a million undead to gather on the city walls, the naval battlefield is naturally a small-scale event, but the scene in the ancient capital is rarely seen," Gojo Satoru said calmly.

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Soon, the group arrived in Osaka. The women from the National Government team went shopping, while Gojo Satoru and the others went to Mount Mukai, where the National Government is located.

Huwang Mountain is two mountains with very similar shapes. The mountain faces are rugged and the slopes are steep. The road winds around the mountainside and you can see some bends with cliffs 180 degrees away from the road from time to time.

The National Pavilion is located on the mountaintop and is also known as the Twin Guardian Pavilion. This Twin Guardian Pavilion is quite famous even in the world.

There is also a cage here, which is used to hold prisoners captured by the Holy Court.

The group arrived at the stone wall, where two Japanese monks dressed in the style of Japanese samurai robes stood guard at the gate.

Upon seeing Mo Fan and his group of young people, their gazes immediately sharpened.

"Hey, you're Chinese, aren't you?" A young woman in a kimono asked, holding a floral umbrella, her tone somewhat accusatory.

She used an international language, which everyone could understand.

The woman in the kimono walked over with small, quick steps. Kimonos are supposed to easily bring out the elegance, intelligence, gentleness, and friendliness of Japanese women.

But this woman was not so friendly. She suddenly closed the umbrella in her hand and slammed it heavily into the ground, pointing at their group with her other hand.

"How do you know we are Chinese?" Mo Fan asked, somewhat puzzled.

Logically speaking, Chinese and Japanese people don't look that different. The girl didn't hear them talking in Chinese, so why did she assume they were Chinese? Why not Koreans?

"Only you Chinese tourists never know manners. Didn't you see a 'No Entry' sign when you were down the mountain? Can't you read?" the woman in the kimono asked coldly.

"Miss, we're not tourists," Mo Fan said.

"Even Chinese people who come here to work and obtain Japanese citizenship are not allowed. Get down the mountain now, or I'll throw you all down one by one!" the woman in the kimono said arrogantly.

Hearing the woman's highly prejudiced words, Mo Fan became very unhappy.

Ai Jiangtu's face turned ugly, and the Nationalist team members next to him also turned ashen-faced.

Everyone here is a prodigy selected from top universities in China. They may not have much else, but they possess absolute arrogance and talent among their peers.

This Japanese woman, who seems to have appeared out of nowhere, not only looks down on people, but also openly despises Chinese people, as if Japan is some kind of holy land that people from other countries love to flock to!

"Everyone, don't get angry, don't get angry, I'll talk to her properly." Mo Fan hurriedly comforted everyone, seeing that they were getting angry even faster than he was.

Gojo Satoru looked at Mo Fan, who was trying to break up the fight, with some surprise. Wasn't this guy usually the one who loved to cause trouble?

Why did you get a sex change today?

However, the woman in the kimono ignored all advice and angrily shouted, "Soumori-kaku is a sacred place in Osaka. Don't bring your dirty and filthy air here. Get out!"

Mo Fan couldn't take it anymore after being scolded again. Just as he was about to yell back, he saw the woman in the kimono being forced to her knees by an invisible force that suddenly descended!

At the same time, Gojo Satoru's cold voice rang out.

"Since you're so ungrateful, then kneel down here for me!"

The immense pressure instantly suppressed the Japanese monks present, rendering them immobile.

"You deserve to die!" The woman in the kimono glared at Gojo Satoru and roared furiously, strange vines rising from her feet.

Unfortunately, these vines were also within the area suppressed by gravity and could not grow at all.

"Young friend, one should be lenient when one can." A rough voice came from the direction of the West Guardian Pavilion.

Gojo Satoru snorted and waved his hand to dispel the pressure that was pressing down on the Japanese monks present.

"So arrogant. I thought you had some real skills, but it turns out you have some background? Trash."

Gojo Satoru's words were full of contempt and disdain.

Come and go without indecent!

(End of this chapter)