Celestial Human Diagram

Faced with the serious questioning, Mishiro Ara maintained his lazy, slouching posture and replied nonchalantly,

"That would be me."

The Processing Bureau agent tapped his Realm Token and continued his inquiry. "You’re a Foreigner. What business do you have in Dashun?"

Mishiro Ara said, "Your words make no sense, sir. Dashun has always claimed the Outer Ocean is also its territory, which would make Foreigners Dashun People. So why shouldn’t I be allowed to come?"

The Processing Bureau agent said sternly, "Mr. Mishiro, please cooperate with us. If you do not provide a clear answer, we can choose to deny you entry."

Mishiro Ara fell silent for a moment before saying, "My grandmother and mother were both Dashun People. I’ve just never seen their hometown, so I plan to take a trip there this time."

A nearby clerk was recording his words with a Realm Token.

"Where is it? How long do you plan to stay in Dashun?"

"My grandmother and mother were from Jibei Dao. Their old home is on Qingding Mountain. I plan to stay for forty-five days. Oh, and this is my travel permit."

As he spoke, Mishiro Ara fumbled around in his clothes, took out a small green booklet, and handed it over with both hands.

The Processing Bureau agent took a step back, accepted it cautiously, and opened it. It bore the stamps of the review department and the Central City Government, and he couldn’t help but furrow his brow.

He recorded the review number and the name of the responsible officer, then tapped his Realm Token, transmitting a signal.

At the same time, he instructed, "Mr. Mishiro, please accept this. While traveling within Dashun, do not turn off this signal. Otherwise, we will consider it a hostile act and immediately deport you."

After accepting it, Mishiro Ara nodded at him and said, "Thank you for the reminder, sir. I understand."

This was not unusual. Any renowned Third Limit Fighter like him was required to report to the local government when traveling. His every move and every location he visited would be recorded. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say he was under strict surveillance.

He could have hidden his identity, but he saw no need. He had come here of his own volition, and it had nothing to do with anyone else.

After the inspectors left, he was finally allowed ashore. As he walked out, his lazy, seemingly harmless gaze suddenly turned sharp.

’Why come here? Besides visiting my grandmother’s and mother’s birthplace, I’m also here to find an opponent.’

「Over an hour later」

He was walking the streets of Central City, dressed in traditional attire. Everything here felt novel and fascinating to him.

He didn’t use his Realm Token to check for locations. Instead, he closed his eyes briefly and listened. Although the streets were dense with a jumble of information, he quickly found what he was looking for.

And so, another hour later, he took a tram to the entrance of the Profound Palace Building.

"So this is Jibei Dao’s most outstanding Fighting Hall. No, the term here should be ’academy.’ Wuyi Academy! The place where Fighters of the new era are trained."

He gazed at the building, a look of awe and admiration on his face. "Truly magnificent."

It wasn’t just the imposing presence and the skyscraper that pierced the clouds. It was also what the building represented that filled him with sincere reverence.

After watching for a while longer, he didn’t linger and left.

In the afternoon, he took a tram to Qingding Mountain, in the southwestern part of Central City. There used to be many residences at the foot of the mountain where his grandmother and mother once lived. It was said that there was also a worshipped, apocryphal deity on Qingding Mountain, called... Mo God?

’That’s the name, right?’

The two old women had very thick accents, so he wasn’t sure if that was what it was called.

He used a few old photographs from back then, matching the terrain and roads to find the former residential area. However, the place had long since become a home for scavengers.

As he approached, they all stared at him with wary, vicious eyes. A few dogs rushed out, barking madly at him, but after he gave them a casual glance, they whimpered and left with their tails between their legs.

He didn’t get any closer. After sighing a few times and taking some pictures, he turned and left.

Meanwhile, in the Profound Palace Building, Chen Chuan received a notification from Ni Qianqian almost immediately, informing him that Mishiro Ara of Langtao Hall had arrived in Central City.

Gu Haiting had just mentioned this person to him a few days ago. He hadn’t expected him to arrive so soon.

Ni Qianqian said, "Brother Chen, I’ll send you his file shortly. This man is Jian Chengsheng’s senior brother and became famous quite early on. He’s previously said he’s interested in you, so his arrival in Central City is most likely for you.

"His stay is for forty-five days, and he has a travel permit from the review department and the City Government. If he doesn’t commit any crimes or violations, we can’t deport him through official channels. However, we will keep him under constant surveillance. Brother Chen, if you have any thoughts, you can bring them up with the Bureau."

Chen Chuan said, "Sister Ni, thank you." He smiled. "If he’s here for me, I’d be happy to welcome a worthy opponent."

At that moment, Mishiro Ara had returned to Yinglu District and was eating noodles in a noodle shop.

There were many Foreigners here, so his attire didn’t stand out at all; he blended in perfectly with his surroundings.

Just then, a man sat down in front of him, looked at him, and asked, "Are you Mr. Mishiro?"

Mishiro Ara looked up. "Ah? I am."

The man gave him a deep nod from his seat, then raised his head again. "Mr. Mishiro, allow me to introduce myself. I am Guan Chikang, an external affairs employee of the Ferris Wheel Company.

"The reason you were able to obtain your travel permit and pass through the port so smoothly was because we at Ferris Wheel put in a good word for you."

Hearing this, Mishiro Ara stopped eating, wiped his hands with a handkerchief, and said nonchalantly, "I’ve heard of you. You’re the ones who invited my junior brother over. But why didn’t you look for me back then?"

Guan Chikang said, "We admit we underestimated our opponent. But at the time, Mr. Feng He only recommended Mr. Jian Cheng to us. We had no other choice."

Mishiro Ara said, "But you could have come to me directly. Then I could have used your boat ticket and wouldn’t have had to pay for my own meals."

Guan Chikang was taken aback for a moment. He shifted forward a little and said solemnly, "We can also provide thoughtful hospitality for you, Mr. Mishiro."

Mishiro Ara looked at him, then suddenly shook his head. "The timing is wrong now. Now... I think I should find my own opponent, not have someone else dictate it..." He sighed with emotion. "It’s part of the journey."

With that, he picked up his bowl and chopsticks and went back to eating his noodles.

Guan Chikang watched him for a few moments, then tentatively asked, "If I may be so bold, the opponent you speak of, Mr. Mishiro... it must be him, right?"

SLURP. Mishiro Ara sucked down the entire bowl of noodles, then rubbed his belly and let out a contented sigh. "Ah, yes. The one and only Monarch Chen."

Guan Chikang hurriedly asked, "May I ask when you plan on seeking him out, Mr. Mishiro?"

Mishiro Ara thought for a moment. "Haven’t decided yet. Maybe in a few days? Or maybe in a week or two. The journey by ship was exhausting. I haven’t had enough sleep these past few days and need to catch up."

"In that case," Guan Chikang said eagerly, "Mr. Mishiro, would you like us to issue a letter of challenge on your behalf?"

Mishiro Ara shook his head. "No. I will find my opponent myself, at a specific time and a specific place."

"Understood."

Guan Chikang bowed from his seat. "Mr. Mishiro, if you need anything, please don’t hesitate to let us know. We will make all the necessary arrangements for you."

Mishiro Ara just gave a casual grunt in reply.

As the two were talking, Sun Rao, who was in charge of patrolling this area, and another young man were sitting in a car, watching the scene inside the shop through the window.

The young man said, "So that’s Mishiro Ara? The guy we’re supposed to be closely monitoring?"

Sun Rao reminded him, "Don’t stare so hard. Third Limit Fighters have extremely keen senses."

The young man looked over at Guan Chikang. "That guy’s from the Ferris Wheel Company, right?"

"The file says he is."

"Since he’s under close surveillance, shouldn’t we find out what they’re talking about? They’re using a Domain to block the conversation right now. That can’t be good, can it?"

Sun Rao frowned. "Our mission is only to observe and record Mishiro Ara’s movements. Eavesdropping on their conversation is a job for the tech team."

Watching Guan Chikang finish the conversation and get up to leave, the young man said, "But the tech team came up with nothing, didn’t they?"

Sun Rao asked warily, "What are you thinking?"

The young man looked at the figure of Mishiro Ara hunched over his noodles. "I’m saying, if we can’t find out, why don’t we just go in and ask?"

Sun Rao was shocked. He then said sternly, "Don’t cause trouble. Most Third Limit Fighters have terrible tempers. If you start something and get yourself into it, it’s really not worth it."

"You said it yourself, Senior. He must have noticed us by now. What’s the harm in asking?" The young man put a hand on the car door and got out.

Sun Rao quickly got out of the car as well, blocking his path in two steps. "Wei, I’m your team leader. Now, please get back in the car immediately."

The young man glanced at him and said, "Senior, you can’t get results by just playing by the book. That’s why you’re still stuck on patrol."

As he spoke, his body flickered. Sun Rao only saw a blur flash before him, and the young man was already behind him. He couldn’t help but grit his teeth. "This kid..."

He had always heard that this kid, just like Junior Chen back in the day, had outstanding fighting abilities. He hadn’t seen much of him before, but the move he just pulled was truly impressive. No wonder the Bureau valued him so highly.

The young man strode into the shop, walked straight up to Mishiro Ara, kicked away the cushion Guan Chikang had been sitting on, and sat down. Looking at Mishiro Ara, he said, "Mishiro Ara?"

"That’s me." Mishiro Ara looked up, glancing at him curiously. "You’re with the Processing Bureau?"

The young man stared into his eyes. "Since you’ve figured that out, you should also know that you’re subject to our surveillance at all times. I want to ask you, what did you just say to that employee from the Ferris Wheel Company?"

Mishiro Ara said, "Although I have nothing to hide, I feel I’m not obligated to answer."

The young man looked at him and said, "I can report this as is. But with a little creative wording, the surveillance on you will be doubled." He leaned forward slightly. "You don’t want a crowd of people staring at you every time you eat noodles, do you?"

Mishiro Ara had a look of sudden realization. "That makes sense. It seems I have no choice but to yield. However," he gestured with the bowl in his hand, "could you wait until I’m finished eating?"

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