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After eliminating nearly a hundred Collaborations, multiple Gendarmeries, and almost the entire Special High Class, Ze Anzhi left the room and stored all his belongings in the Jewish National Bank. He had never used skin before and was unaware of what would happen during a skin change, so he had to be cautious.
One night, Ze Anzhi walked into a deserted alley and initiated the skin change.
【The host is using a gift package skin. To ensure the skin's validity, the host will undergo spatial transfer. Please wait.】
In the next moment, everything in front of Ze Anzhi changed; his clothes transformed from a suit and coat to a traditional Japanese winter kimono.
【The spatial transfer has been completed. The area around the host has been temporarily paused. The host has ten seconds to adapt to the environment. Countdown begins now.】
Ze Anzhi quickly surveyed his surroundings. In front of him, an elderly man and a Zhong Ren were kneeling beside a fireplace in the room. There was a cushion wrapped in cotton cloth nearby, along with a beautifully crafted Japanese Sword. It seemed this was his position!
As Ze Anzhi mimicked the sitting posture of the elderly man and the Zhong Ren, just as he settled down, the countdown ended. Instantly, everything around him returned to normal, and Ze Anzhi assumed the identity of Kujou Yuuma, the son of dual nobility from the Dai Ri Empire.
A flood of memories surged forth, but they did not cause any discomfort for Ze Anzhi; it was over in mere seconds. It turned out that the elderly man was then-Prime Minister of Japan, Rokushou Araki Sadawo, while the Zhong Ren was Commander Miyake of the Kanto Gendarmerie.
The elderly man supported himself on his knees, bowed deeply, and spoke, "Lord Kujou, please consider your actions regarding joining the Tokyo Gendarmerie. It has caused significant trouble for us, and His Majesty along with two other Your Excellency have written to me multiple times, hoping you would consider retiring." In Japanese custom, when addressing someone of higher status or special respect, one adds "sama" after their surname.
Kujou Yuuma (hereafter referred to simply as Kujou) merely lowered his head in acknowledgment and replied, "Lord Rokushou, serving the Empire is a natural duty for every Yamato man. As a noble scion, I cannot be an exception! Serving His Majesty with loyalty is also an inherent responsibility of the Kujou Family, which I cannot neglect. Maintaining public order in the capital and upholding military honor is also my duty."
At this moment, the elderly man lowered his head, concealing a strange expression on his face. This noble son was none other than Kujou Yuuma, heir to both the immensely wealthy Kujou Family and Takaishi Family. Since joining the Tokyo Military Police, he had led numerous descendants of nobility to wreak havoc throughout Tokyo. Complaints flooded into various departments daily; no one dared to voice their grievances openly.
This young noble's status in Japan was already exceedingly high; no one in the imperial hierarchy dared to provoke him. He was the legitimate son of current head of the Kujou Family, first-class nobleman Kujou Tadaichirou, as well as the eldest son of first-class baron from the Takaishi Family, currently held by Eagle Tsukasa Mitsuhiko.
He naturally possessed inheritance rights from both prestigious families and was destined to inherit from one of the top families among the five major families within the Kazoku. He was also a relative of Empress Taisho, being a nephew of Emperor Hirohito. In fact, as a child, he once urinated on then-Yamato Emperor Your Majesty.
As a member of royal lineage combined with his status as heir to two prominent families, Kujou Yuuma had become one of the most elite figures among Japanese nobility. Thus, he had developed an arrogant demeanor since childhood; aside from His Majesty himself, he dared to provoke several princes without consequence each time—making him a notorious troublemaker within Tokyo's noble circles.
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