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Fan Ge's live stream has reached an alarmingly high number of viewers.

His eyes were glued to the screen, with a bowl of instant noodles next to him.

He hasn't touched a single bite since the show started airing.

"Brothers, I'm not setting any goals today."

Fan Ge's voice was hoarse.

"I won't say anything, I'll just watch. I want to see what other inhumane tricks that old scoundrel Su can pull!"

Scattered comments floated by.

[Protect our Fan-ge; let's not stir up trouble today.]

After watching these two episodes, I'm going to offer incense to Hill's Wikipedia page.

The opening theme song of the animated film began to play.

The scene shifts, and Tatsumi is sitting dejectedly on the steps of the night raid base.

Seeing this scene, the hearts of the viewers in front of the screen tightened again.

The next second, a large hand patted his shoulder.

The eldest brother Brand's sunny and resolute face appeared behind him.

"Stand up, Tatsumi."

"What kind of man cries for a fallen comrade?"

Tatsumi raised his bloodshot eyes.

"But brother, Hill, she..."

Before he could finish speaking, Brand delivered a powerful punch right in the face!

Tatsumi was sent flying backwards, rolling awkwardly on the ground.

The audience was stunned, and the comments section instantly stopped.

"Let your fists do the talking."

Brand took off his shirt, revealing terrifying, rock-like muscles.

"If you want revenge, first transform yourself into a beast capable of tearing your enemies apart!"

The following plot completely enters a classic, action-packed, hellish training mode.

Brand transforms into a devilish instructor, relentlessly forging Tatsumi.

Long-distance running with weights, meditation under waterfalls, and real combat with dangerous species.

Tatsumi's eyes gradually hardened as he transformed from a somewhat naive boy.

Subsequently, the two went out on a mission and encountered a dangerous giant centipede.

That monster's carapace alone is impervious to blades and spears, and its venom can melt steel instantly!

Tatsumi was caught in a fierce battle and narrowly escaped death.

Just then, Brand moved.

He didn't even summon his Imperial Arms.

With just an ordinary spear, Brand effortlessly pinned the terrifying monster to the ground!

The monster's massive body twitched a few times, then fell completely silent.

That invincible sense of reliability, like "I'll hold the sky up even if it falls."

It hits you right through the screen.

Fan Ge's live stream chat went completely wild.

[Holy crap! Holy crap! This guy is awesome!]

[This is truly the pinnacle of combat power! With our leader around, I feel incredibly safe!]

[Big Brother! With you leading the night raid, how can the empire not fall!]

Fan Ge was so excited that he trembled all over.

He grabbed the bowl of cold instant noodles and wolfed it down, soup and all, splashing soup all over his face.

Then he wiped his mouth and slammed his fist on the table with all his might!

"See that, guys! This is what a real shonen anime should be like!"

"That old scoundrel Su's interview wasn't lying! Hill's sacrifice was to create an even stronger male protagonist!"

He pointed at Brand's tall figure on the screen, shouting until his voice cracked.

"With our leader here, we absolutely won't lose this night raid!"

......

Healing Animation Company, Art Department.

Shen Qingyue leaned back in her chair and let out a long sigh of relief.

She had just finished watching the latest animation, which finally helped her emerge from the shadow of Hill's death.

A long-lost smile appeared on her face.

On the computer screen, a frozen image shows Brand instructing Tatsumi on marksmanship.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves and fell on the two of them, filling them with strength and hope.

"That's more like it."

Shen Qingyue picked up the pressure-sensitive pen and created a new layer on the drawing board.

"Sacrifice is for growth, and suffering is for forging a stronger will."

She muttered to herself, trying to convince herself.

Su Bai's seemingly fallacious remarks during the interview.

In conjunction with the content of these two episodes, it suddenly becomes incredibly logical.

Her previous resentment towards Su Bai had largely dissipated by now.

Perhaps he really just wanted to create a profound work that explores revolution and sacrifice.

I was too fragile and misunderstood him.

Shen Qingyue shook her head and threw herself back into her work.

She began to design a new promotional poster with the theme of inheritance.

The image shows Brand and Tatsumi fighting side by side from behind, symbolizing the continuation of hope.

A figure appeared silently behind her.

Su Bai's gaze fell on the draft on the screen, which was full of brotherly affection.

"Well drawn."

Su Bai's voice was very soft.

"It's very inspiring and full of hope."

Shen Qingyue turned around, her face filled with pride at her work being recognized.

"Of course, the character of the eldest brother is so well portrayed. He is the pillar of Night Raid and the spiritual support for everyone."

Su Bai nodded, his gaze falling on the drawing, a strange pity in his eyes.

"Yes, the mainstay."

He turned and left.

"Draw it in more detail, after all, the main beam always bears the greatest pressure."

Shen Qingyue was stunned for a moment, then realized that she was overthinking it.

Su Bai was simply acknowledging her work.

......

At the same time, in Zhang Shaohua's studio.

"Snapped!"

The expensive ceramic cup was smashed to the ground and shattered into pieces.

"Useless! They're all useless!"

Zhang Shaohua pointed at the appalling data report and launched into a tirade against the group of supervisors.

"Dragon Blade's viewership has dropped to one-tenth of Kill la Kill's! Tell me the hell why?"

One of the supervisors mustered his courage and spoke in a low voice.

"Mr. Zhang, it seems that the audience's tastes have been spoiled by Su Bai."

"They like watching dramatic ups and downs, something both heart-wrenching and thrilling..."

Zhang Shaohua, panting heavily, plopped back down in his chair.

He opened the comments section of the video, and the screen was full of people admiring their older brother Brand.

He refused to believe it and, despite feeling nauseous, watched the latest anime adaptation of Kill la Kill.

As he watched, his expression changed from disdain to seriousness.

His back was covered in cold sweat.

Fluid combat, intense training, and dynamic interactions between characters...

Zhang Shaohua had to admit it.

Su Bai has already left him far behind in terms of production quality and emotional expression!

"I refuse to believe you have no flaws!"

He stared at the screen through gritted teeth, searching for any opening to attack.

The animated storyline continues to unfold.

The villainous faction, the strongest in the empire, has finally seen the return of the sadistic Queen Esdeath from the border.

Her terrifying aura, even a single glance from her, made the air in the entire capital feel oppressive.

Immediately afterwards, she gathered three powerful Imperial Arms users and formed an assassination squad directly under her command.

Three Beast Warriors.

The sense of urgency in the plot is instantly heightened.

The scene shifts, and the night raid base receives a new mission.

A high-ranking imperial official with a conscience is preparing to defect by ship and needs a night raid escort.

The mission location is a luxury cruise ship sailing on the river.

The night was deep, and a thick fog shrouded the river.

On the deck of the cruise ship, Tatsumi and Brand were already in position.

"Brother, this fog is too thick; something feels off."

Tazmi lowered his voice.

Brand gripped his spear tightly, his eyes wary.

"The enemy is here."

As soon as he finished speaking, a melodious flute tune pierced through the thick fog and drifted over.

The flute music was sometimes high-pitched and sometimes low, carrying an indescribable eeriness.

Three figures appeared silently at the bow of the cruise ship.

The leader was a middle-aged man with sharp eyes.

His gaze pierced through the thick fog, locking onto Brand's hiding place.

"I never expected to meet you here."

The man's voice carried both nostalgia and a chilling murderous intent.

"My dear subordinate... Brand."