Dragon Clan: Descendants of Royal Blood

"When the sun chooses to burn itself, the night can never swallow the world." It has been raining in Tokyo for seventeen years. Genji was standing on the 88th floor of Genji Heavy Industries, looking at his reflection on the glass curtain wall - the golden eyes looked like two extinguished lights in the night. He recalled that snowy night when his younger brother Zhennu put the hand warmer into his hand and said, "Brother, take me away when the flowers bloom." He recalled the crooked handwriting of the red-haired girl in the isolation room, "The sea, I want to see it." He recalled Sakura holding his bleeding hand in the ruins and saying, "I believe it is right." Then he thought of the sea of ​​fire. Thinking of the torch in his hand. Thinking of those faces that he had "purified" and would never come back again. "The curse of Amaterasu is that the more you want to protect, the more you will lose." He is the only "emperor" of the eight Sheqi families for a century, the youngest director of the Executive Bureau, and the "just partner" created by Masamune Tachibana himself. But only he knew that those honors were all debts - each one was engraved with someone's name. Until he saw "Kazama Ruri" wearing a Tengu mask in the ruins of Kabukiza taking off the mask. The face was exactly the same as his, but there was a gentler and crueler smile hanging on the corner of the mouth: "Brother, I have been waiting for seventeen years. When you remember, it was not me who set the fire. When you remember, you killed the wrong person."