Dragon Raja: Reboot

Akira Sakurai put down his pen, carefully closed the diary, and hid it under his pillow.

He has just added new characters to his novel.

He originally had countless ideas he wanted to express in writing, but unfortunately, there wasn't enough time.

He hurriedly got up, changed into the school janitor's uniform, and left the dormitory.

"Sakurai-kun! Over here!" The female teacher, wearing a one-shoulder skirt, waved to him.

Akira Sakurai quickly ran to Nami-sensei's side, "Sensei, I'm here."

Nami smiled and said, "Sakurai-kun, now that you're a school janitor, you don't need to call me teacher, just call me Nami."

Akira Sakurai scratched his head dumbly and nodded repeatedly, "Okay, Nami-sensei."

Nami reluctantly handed the shovel to Sakurai Akira, clasping her hands together and saying, "Then I'll leave the rest to Sakurai-kun!"

Akira Sakurai took the shovel with great enthusiasm.

After giving instructions, Nami turned and left.

As Akira Sakurai dug in the dirt, he secretly looked up at Nami's beautiful figure as she swayed away in her off-the-shoulder dress.

He suddenly lowered his head.

Nami stopped and turned to look at him: "Sakurai-kun, I made some plum rice, would you like some?"

Akira Sakurai looked up, paused for a moment, and then nodded quickly.

Nami smiled, turned and left.

Sakurai Akira continued his work as a school janitor, but his mind was filled with Nami's image.

The school is located in the Kobe Mountains, surrounded by thick stone walls with electrified barbed wire mesh.

A daring child once wrapped himself in insulating cloth, grabbed the barbed wire, and successfully scaled the wall to escape the school. However, he later got lost in the deep mountains and was found by the rescue team, already dehydrated.

This school is a "caring school".

The care targets children who have been rejected by other schools, such as Akira Sakurai, who has been judged to have "violent tendencies".

Every night before bedtime, the nuns would kiss the children's foreheads, and then the strong guards would put chains on the iron gates.

Akira Sakurai knew the real reason he was sent to the care school: it was because of his bloodline.

He comes from the mysterious Sakurai family, a family that has inherited dragon blood since ancient times. When he was five years old, his elders conducted a bloodline assessment on Sakurai Akira and determined that he had a congenital defect in his bloodline and was at risk of going berserk at any time.

He was quickly taken from his home and sent to a church school deep in the mountains. His family was the biggest donor to the school. His parents never came to see him again; instead, various men in black visited him.

Nami was his former teacher.

Akira Sakurai was smitten with Nami when he was a student, and he still is.

Because Nami was the most beautiful woman he could see, but he was so far away from her, so far that he couldn't reach her. All he could do was to cause as much trouble as possible and make Nami angrily scold him.

Nami is a good teacher. Sometimes she gets so angry that she scolds Sakurai Akira for being stubborn, but after scolding him, she will take him to the research room and patiently talk to him with words of encouragement in the light of the setting sun, gently stroking the top of his head.

After Akira Sakurai graduated from high school and became a school janitor, Nami was the first employee to greet him.

She also brought his lunchbox as a gift for his first day at work; the lunchbox contained perfectly steamed egg custard and plum rice.

Akira Sakurai spent many years fantasizing about his love with Nami, but he always kept this love carefully hidden in his heart and never told anyone else.

Because he knew it was just wishful thinking on his part, and that people would laugh at him if he told them, and he didn't like being laughed at.

He could only try to get as close as possible to the classes Nami taught at work, and when she was teaching, he would stand outside the window and watch Nami smiling brightly on the podium.

Like a mole hiding in the dark, secretly spying on its beloved.

He knew that he and Nami were impossible, but this love was almost everything to him.

This is all you have left. Are you going to sweep everything up and throw it in the trash?

Even the smallest hope... is still hope.

Akira Sakurai is 22 years old this year. After graduating from high school, he became a school janitor.

After becoming a school janitor, he had a single dormitory room and stepped out of those dormitories surrounded by iron fences.

I thought this was a sign that things were turning for the better, but security personnel still come to lock the iron gate every night.

The school said this was because his "violent tendencies" had not yet healed, and that he would cause trouble for society if he went out. He would only be able to enter society normally when he turned forty.

Forty years old.

It seems so far away, yet so close.

Akira Sakurai has been at this school for 18 years. He only needs to stay for another 18 years before he can leave. He has already endured half of the most difficult days.

But sometimes he wonders what he can do when he turns 40, leaves school, and enters society.

At forty years old, he had no skills, had never left the school in the mountains, was an old man who had grown up before he had a chance to grow up, and a lonely man without any relatives.

How sad.

Sometimes, lying in bed, he would fantasize about his future and would involuntarily shed tears, hiding under the covers and weeping for his tragic fate.

Akira Sakurai dug the hole, planted the sapling next to him, and then filled it with soil and watered it.

After finishing everything, he stood aside looking at his masterpiece.

This is a cherry blossom sapling. Although it is still very young, I think I will be able to see it grow strong and bloom into beautiful cherry blossoms before I leave here.

Perhaps... one day I can invite Nami?

The thought flashed through Akira Sakurai's mind.

But he quickly rejected it.

He stood there silently for a long time, then put the shovel in the corner and walked wearily toward his dormitory.

He plans to go back to writing his novels, hoping that by the time he turns forty, he might be able to make a living from them.

As he passed the dormitory building entrance, he suddenly stopped and glanced at the calendar on the wall.

Let's calculate the time...

In five months, those law enforcement officers from our clan will be coming again.

Every year on his birthday, a man in black would visit him as if he were a parent.

They were dressed in impeccably tailored black suits, the linings of which were adorned with dazzling and grotesque depictions of demons and gods.

Sakurai Akira knew that these men were the so-called law enforcement officers. In this country, every mixed-race person was under the surveillance of law enforcement officers, who maintained order in the shadows of mixed-race society.

Some law enforcement officers seemed nonchalant and would bring Sakurai Akira yakitori and carp streamers, while others were so imposing that you couldn't look them in the eye.

But in Sakurai Akira's eyes, they were no different. When necessary, whether they were kind or stern law enforcers, they would ruthlessly execute dangerous targets like Sakurai Akira.

They would all ask Sakurai Akira similar questions.

For example, what if I suddenly get excited and can't control myself?

Have you fallen for any female classmates? Do you want to possess her?

Do you ever feel like there's someone around you you hate? Do you ever want to kill them?

Each of these questions is like a sharp scalpel, requiring Sakurai Akira to be dissected into thin slices and carefully observed under a microscope.

It was icy cold and bone-chilling.

My birthday is in five months.

Sakurai Akira walked heavily back to his dormitory.

As he closed the dormitory door and turned around, Sakurai Akira suddenly froze.

A young man with dark brown hair, who looked a little younger than him, sat with his legs crossed at the desk.

He was holding a thick diary in his hands.

That's his diary!

It's one of his most precious secrets!

As if his last fig leaf had been ripped off, feelings of shame and rage surged into Sakurai Akira's mind. At that moment, a golden light even shone in his pupils. He roared like a wild beast as he charged toward the man in front of the desk, determined to take back what was rightfully his!

He could hear the sound of his blood flowing through his body, and an unprecedented power flowed through every corner of his body with the surge of his blood.

In that instant, he was filled with confidence, feeling as if he could tear tigers and leopards apart!

But he suddenly froze halfway, like a puppet that had been wound up, losing all power, and the hot blood in his body suddenly cooled down.

The man holding a diary at his desk looked up.

Those fierce and majestic dark gold eyes shattered all his confidence with just one glance, turning him back into the ordinary Sakurai Akira.

The man looked at him silently without saying a word, yet Sakurai Akira felt an urge to worship him.

The oppression stemming from his bloodline made him feel weak and powerless, unable to muster any will to resist.

He suddenly felt terrified, his mind in turmoil.

If law enforcement officers knew about his posture just now, they would immediately mark his file with a red flag!

Red represents death!

He looked at the young man with pleading eyes, hoping he wouldn't tell anyone.

He didn't want to die yet; he longed to one day walk freely on the streets, watching people come and go around him, and seeing the bustling traffic in the distance.

The young man lowered his head and continued to search through his memories, without responding to his pleas.

The heavy, imposing aura that had surrounded him earlier dissipated.

Akira Sakurai regained his freedom, but he dared not move and stood there awkwardly, like a student who had made a mistake and was waiting for the teacher's criticism.

Until the young man raised his head again, closed the diary, frowned, and solemnly and coldly delivered his final judgment:

"Your novel isn't very good!"