There were corpses everywhere on the battlefield, and the blood-red and golden ones were mixed together and splashed everywhere. The sun and moon hung in the sky at the same time, and the ground was covered with bottomless cracks. The young man stood in the middle of the battlefield and was covered in wounds. He was cut with swords, stabbed, speared and shot with arrows. Any one of them would kill him several times. But he held on and won. But there was no excitement on his face, only sadness. The energy in his body had begun to flow wildly, and he could clearly feel that there was not much time left. Nangong Xiao sat up from the bed. Today is the first day of school at Tokyo Butei High School. He was sent to this world by the turbulence of space, and is now the adopted son of the Toyama family. A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.
