Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from Sekiro

Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from Sekiro - Author: Dragon Fruit Tycoon

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A little boy who would scream even if he cut his finger open, grew into an excellent ninja after experiencing countless battles and deaths.

In that unfamiliar world, Lu Mingfei met many people: Kuro the Divine Child, the Child of Change from Senpou Temple, Miss Emma...

He embarked on the path to return the Dragon's Blood, but the day before he was to depart with the Transcendent Child, he returned to that cramped room. His younger cousin, Lu Mingze, was fast asleep on the bed next to him. He sat in front of that old-fashioned laptop, the screen of which showed the Zerg base being upgraded.

It all felt like a dream, but when he reached for his waist, he grasped the hilt of the Kusarigama sword and saw the ninja killing point on the back of Lu Mingze's neck...

Stance, parry, anticipation, Mortal Strike... he's mastered all these techniques, so where should he go from here...?

Author's custom tags: action-packed and lighthearted

Chapter 1: Return from Sekiro

Xianfeng Temple, ancestral hall.

Goodbye, everyone—

A white headscarf covered Bian Ruo Qingzi's hair. She stood with her hands clasped together in front of the candlelight in the ancestral hall.

She was the only one who grew up; the others were kept in the bottles and jars in front of her.

“I must sever our karmic ties; the journey will surely be very long.” She turned around: “Even so, would you be willing to come with me?”

"Yes." Lu Mingfei, who was kneeling on the ground, nodded.

His eyes were deep, his left arm had long been replaced with a mechanical prosthetic arm, and his clothes were those of a ninja.

"Thank you, Dragon Ninja." Beniraka smiled and reached out to help Lu Mingfei up from the ground. "Lord Kuro is also very happy."

"Here are persimmons." Lu Mingfei took out a package from his pocket and unwrapped the strips of cloth.

"Wow~" The Peripera exclaimed in surprise. Although she could not see, she felt warmth in her palms.

Every time the ninja came to see her, he would bring fresh persimmons. He really is a very gentle person.

"Eat."

“Yes!” the peacock replied. “Whether you are in good spirits or not, the persimmons taste delicious. It’s truly remarkable.”

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"!!!" Lu Mingfei woke up with a start!

The whirring of the air conditioner fan and the rhythmic snoring could be heard in my ears.

Before me was a glowing screen, and a sweltering old IBM laptop was working hard.

The game had just begun. He had chosen the Zerg race, and the brood mound, beating like a heart, seemed to be urging him to produce engineers and upgrade his base.

However, he had no desire to continue the game.

"Were those... all dreams?" He looked at his intact left hand, feeling his pulse and the flow of blood, but the familiar prosthetic hand was nowhere to be found.

切掉游戏打开系统时间，2009年5月9号15:53，他隐隐约约想起了什么。

Yes, he was killing time, waiting for the always gray baseball cap girl's profile picture to light up.

That seems to be a memory from a very, very long time ago.

He played five or six games, he can't remember, but he didn't win a single one.

I sat on the stool and reminisced for a long time until the game interface popped up again from the XP system interface.

"Bro, why aren't you moving?" a message popped up in the chat window: "Scared???"

Twelve human cruisers, accompanied by a dense swarm of machine gunners, surrounded the first-tier Mother Nest, much like a group of burly men with malicious intentions and their cheering underlings cornering a pitiful little girl against a wall, then menacingly saying with their fierce faces: "Go ahead and scream, no one will answer even if you scream your lungs out."

"Actually, your awareness is really good. There's no need to be so discouraged. You're just lacking in micro-management, but your tactical awareness is excellent." A message came through the chat window.

"It's only because you ran into me that you didn't lose five games in a row..."

Even through the screen, I can imagine the smug, beaming expression on that guy's face.

He didn't reply, but his right hand instinctively reached towards his waist.

The icy touch from his palm instantly chilled his turbulent heart.

His face was reflected on the smooth blade, with messy black short hair and a youthful profile. He was 18 years old, but his eyes revealed a sense of vicissitude and coldness, as if he had already killed thousands of people.

When he held the Kusabimaru in his hand, he was like a lone swordsman who had obtained a peerless sword and a peerless manual, standing alone on the mountaintop, stepping on the white mist, letting the wind blow his clothes and hair.

However, he was not a knight-errant, but a ninja.

The chivalrous hero is handsome and dashing. When he rescues a young lady who has been robbed by bandits, he simply leaves behind the elegant words: "I will not change my name when I sit, nor my surname when I stand. I am Dugu Lumingfei."

Then, using his light-foot technique, he stepped on his right foot with his left and flew away.

If a ninja has no chakra, he can only silently use shuriken and katana to kill enemies for his master, clearing everything away before danger arrives and retreating into the shadows.

Lu Mingfei will never forget the first time he saw Jiulang, such a young child, locked in a dilapidated attic.

A thin hand hands you a knife, and he uses the medicine from his gourd to treat your wounds. He babbles a lot of things you can't understand, but the only thing you can make out is that he wants you to take him away.

After spending several days in the damp and cold waterway, my wounds became painful and inflamed, my hands and feet were weak, and even walking was painful.

Even if you manage to climb out, you'll be hacked to death with swords, and the cycle repeats itself.

Just when he was about to despair, he met Jiulang.

He wanted to escape this hell with Jiulang, who was even prettier than a little girl.

At that time, Lu Mingfei did not understand how difficult this agreement was. He just smiled and patted Jiulang's head, saying in his hometown dialect, "No problem, your big brother will definitely rescue you."

To fulfill this agreement, he crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Time and again, the immortality bestowed upon him by the Dragon's Blood allowed him to be resurrected repeatedly. Even when his head was cut off, his hands and feet were crushed, and his torso was pierced, he could be reborn in his entirety from the seated Ghost Buddha.

When he was first wounded, he would scream and cry out, begging his enemies to spare his life in excruciating pain. But even when his throat was hoarse from screaming, the samurai wielding katanas would mercilessly plunge the tips of their swords into his chest.

Yes, you can't even understand each other's language. Even if you kneel down and wipe your snot and tears on his trouser leg, do you think he'll have a reason to let you go?

The moment he realized this, he never cried again.

He hid his gentle and cowardly heart, leaving only the cold blade for the enemy.

After overcoming numerous hardships, he infiltrated Ashina Castle and rescued Kuro from Genichiro's captivity.

He entered Senpou Temple and obtained the Mortal Blade, which can cut through the immortal.

He slew the Sakura Dragon and took the Sakura Dragon's Tear from its eye.

In order to become the cradle that carries the power of the dragon's blood, Mi Niang ate two snake persimmons.

She was blind, her body grew cold, and even the rice passing through her fingertips turned like fine snow.

Red Demon, Genichiro, Lady Butterfly... these people or monsters have all died by his blade.

Jiulang was residing in Mi Niang's body. Just as he was preparing to embark on a journey with Mi Niang to return the power of the Dragon's Blood, he suddenly returned to his uncle and aunt's house, the same room he shared with his cousin Lu Mingze.

If it weren't for the Kusabi in his hand proving the existence of those bonds, he would probably have fallen into an abyss of self-doubt.

"Kuro...Miniang..."

Gazing at the wedge-shaped mace, he felt an unfinished task in his heart.

But this is just an ordinary small county town. He is a senior high school student who is about to graduate and doesn't even know where to go.

"Buy a box of discounted bagged milk, half a pound of Cantonese sausage, and the latest issue of 'Fiction Illustrated' that Mingze wants. Come back quickly after you're done buying it, and pick the celery off the table! Also, go to the mailroom and see if they've received any mail from America! Still playing games? You don't care about your own affairs at all. If no one accepts you, do you think you can even get into a top university? What's the use of spending so much money on you?" Auntie's voice boomed from next door.

Suddenly, it was as if I had just woken up from a dream.

Chapter Two: The Ninja Mark on My Cousin's Body

"Hey bro? What's wrong today?"

Another avatar popped up in the QQ window; it was a panda with a rather smug look, and its ID was "Old Tang".

"Is it a power outage? Or a network outage?"

Old Tang was the guy who beat him.

Lu Mingfei plugged in the mouse cable.

"The police are at the internet cafe." Lu Mingfei closed the program and shut down the computer.

"Brother, are you underage?"

Lu Mingfei didn't see the message. He turned around and looked at his chubby little brother, Lu Mingze, who was fast asleep on the bed next to him.

Today is Sunday, no school. My little cousin went to bed for a nap for some reason.

There was a red mark on Lu Mingze's exposed neck, which others probably couldn't see, only Lu Mingfei could see it.

He sheathed the knife, looked around, and then wrapped the sharp blade in his coat and hid it under the bed.

That's the mark of a stealth assassination. When facing an unprepared enemy, Lu Mingfei can see that mark as long as he quietly circles behind them.

At first, he didn't know what it was for, until one time when he jumped down from above, the tip of Kusabimaru accidentally hit the red dot, and the huge fat brother who looked like a sumo wrestler died instantly.

Before this, he had never dared to duel with the fat brothers, because they were thick-skinned and fleshy, and it seemed that the thin blade of the blade could not even cut through their fat layer.

He had seen the red dot before, but he had never actually cut it; he would simply plunge his knife into the enemy's chest and end their life.

Having learned the new method of execution, he immediately abandoned the inefficient, primitive slashing.

He learned about stances and the existence of ninja killings from the immortals in the Buddhist temple, and also understood that the red dot meant that a ninja killing could be performed.

When facing a powerful enemy, sometimes you need to kill them several times. Even if you sneak up behind them and strike them unexpectedly, they can continue fighting as if nothing happened.

At this point, you need to use your posture.

A person's aura and actions are transformed into a stance. When a person's stance is broken, a weakness will be revealed, at which point the next ninja assassination can be carried out.

He's almost developed a conditioned reflex; the sight of a red dot makes him want to chop it down.