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Kujou stepped off the ship, greeted by a grand welcome from the Kwantung Army and local government officials. The news of the Royal Guard Constabulary Regiment being personally appointed by His Majesty the Emperor had already spread through Telegram to Manchuria. The commanding officer of the Lushun garrison and the local puppet officials, accompanied by a crowd of citizens waving small red dot flags—who clearly seemed somewhat reluctant—had set up an elaborate welcome ceremony at the port to receive this Duke of the Empire.
As Kujou disembarked, he raised his head, looking down his nose at the bowing generals and officials. He ignored the outstretched hands of Major General Souma Tadaaki from the Lushun garrison and nonchalantly donned the sash representing His Majesty's presence, along with the Duke of the Empire insignia. Surrounded by a throng of marquises and earls, he elegantly climbed into a luxurious car that had been prepared in advance.
The welcome ceremony was rendered completely ineffective, leaving the generals and puppet officials present baffled about what kind of situation this Duke Major Your Excellency truly represented. The car drove along the roads of Lushun, surrounded by tightly secured Japanese soldiers ensuring that both the convoy and military vehicles behind it could pass without obstruction.
Suddenly, the convoy led by the Stationed Jiu Lian Garrison Command came to a halt. Several individuals exited the luxurious car and made their way through a nondescript alley. Kujou Yuuma's identity had long been known throughout all units in Lushun, so when Kujou led his team out of the car, no one dared to obstruct them; instead, local troops helped clear a path.
Upon reaching the mouth of the alley with his entourage of Gendarmerie noble officers, Kujou heard a woman's piercing scream from within. He quickened his pace and dashed into the alley. When he found the source of the sound, he saw three Japanese soldiers tearing at a young girl's clothing. The girl, nearly stripped bare, was closing her eyes and struggling with all her might to escape but was powerless to resist.
The three soldiers were making lewd sounds as they taunted her. Suddenly, an angry roar erupted. Before they could react, there was a clang, and they felt a sudden chill in their lower bodies as they uncontrollably collapsed to the ground. By the time they realized what had happened, they saw their lower halves still standing on the ground while intense pain surged through them.
The three soldiers were cut in half by Kujou Major's furious strike. The soldiers who followed him from Lushun turned pale with shock, completely unsure how to respond. In contrast, several Gendarmerie officers who had closely followed Kujou out of the car were visibly excited and began clapping enthusiastically.
"Your Grace's swordsmanship is deeply rooted in Iai-ryu!" one exclaimed.
"Your Grace is amazing! Such mastery—one strike to sever three bodies! Incredible! Incredible!" another added.
"Indeed! Your Grace's swordsmanship has reached its peak!" came another voice.
A flurry of flattery flew around them, vividly showcasing their sycophantic behavior. To them, this was merely a small matter; cutting down three men was perfectly normal! These officers who had been with Kujou Duke for so long were already accustomed to his zero tolerance for evil and crime. If Your Grace had not intervened moments earlier, they would have drawn their swords themselves to eliminate these scum who tarnished Imperial Military Discipline and the image of the Empire.
Kujou Yuuma’s righteous enforcement in Tokyo had completely warped these noble youths' perspectives. Killing off imperial trash, pests, and criminals posed no psychological burden for them; rather, if ordered to slaughter innocent civilians, they would be quick to draw their weapons against those issuing such commands.
After killing three Japanese soldiers, Kujou shook off the bloodless Japanese sword and drew his Luger pistol, blasting the heads of the three soldiers who were still alive and writhing in agony. The Luger was a sidearm chosen by his noble regiment; for wealthy aristocrats, elegance and lethality were paramount. As for the standard-issue Nambu Type A of the Imperial Army, what good was a pistol that was nearly impossible to use? Was it meant for self-harm?
“Takaishi, bring me the officer in charge of the Dalian Gendarmerie! I want him to explain how the Imperial Military Discipline has fallen to such depths!”
“One! Help this lady!”
Takaishi immediately responded with a shout, turning sharply and sprinting out of the alley. Meanwhile, One removed his hooded raincoat and draped it over the girl whose clothes had been torn, shielding her from view.
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