The night in Tokyo in 2123 was a cold blue. Lin Chuan was curled up on the lazy sofa in the corner of the apartment, and the holographic projection cast a dazzling light on his retinas.
The female voice on the news channel had a unique mechanical feel to the electronic sound: "At 3:17 this afternoon, there was a sudden abnormal fluctuation in the Shinagawa Station area, which was detected as chakra energy residue..."
In the picture, the asphalt road surface looked like cloth torn apart by giant claws, with blackened steel bars rolled around the fractures.
The police officer in riot gear was holding an electromagnetic gun and shooting at an invisible target in the sky - but Lin Chuan could see clearly that nine translucent tails were clearly floating in the twisted air, lifting and overturning a car every time they passed by.
His fingers trembled slightly on the holographic controller, freezing the scene on the edge of the ruins.
A dark green wooden leaf forehead protector was half embedded in the rubble, and the swirling patterns on the edge were fragmented by the rubble.
Lin Chuan's breathing suddenly became rapid, his Adam's apple rolled twice, and he stretched out his hand to touch the virtual image - where the word "wood" on the forehead protector was, there was a very fine scratch, which was exactly the same as the one secretly carved on it with a carving knife when he was twelve years old.
"Xiao Zhe..." He whispered the name, his voice like crumpled paper.
