Such a meticulously planned scene, who knows how many hidden cameras are around, capturing this dramatic contrast. And no matter the outcome, the inconsistent behavior of the Chinese audience, first filled with righteous indignation, shouting for the Japanese to get out of China, and then turning into human beasts at the sight of two Japanese girls flirting, shows a duplicity that is bound to become the perfect material for the world to mock. Who would still believe in their so-called patriotic fervor? Look! This is the true nature of the Chinese! Hypocritical, lewd, and shameless, each one repulsive. What kind of patriotism, what kind of spirit of resistance against Japan, in front of the excellent sons and daughters of our Yamato nation, they are all just paper tigers! All are petty thieves and scoundrels! Look! Originally in a just position of moral superiority, these indignant ones have now lost their momentum, and the situation has deteriorated to this extent. As the large screens display two voluptuous inflatable dolls shedding their clothes, a strange sound of gulping saliva can be heard from the audience, and as each piece of clothing is discarded, the sound grows louder, becoming more frequent and intense as the dolls shed their clothes faster. As the clothing on the large screens diminishes, even those few with firm beliefs are subtly affected by this bizarre scene, their eyes becoming dazed and unfocused.
The dance of seduction, the sound of enchantment. Fujinori Yoshimori carefully observed the audience, wary of any sudden moves from these so-called bystanders, fearing that one of them might attack and harm the two elite shinobi from the Tengu Sakura Clan he had urgently borrowed from his homeland. The nominal purpose of this billion-dollar cash delivery event was not just to attract so many distinguished figures from various secret organizations worldwide due to his influence, but because he had shared a small part of a secret he learned years ago. Twenty-five years ago, such a secret led to the bizarre convening of the World of Intentions Alliance Conference, which ultimately erupted into a full-scale war among intentions, where all nine of the most prestigious and powerful elders perished in the chaos. Qin Jian, the former president of Marumi Corporation, had spent decades searching for this very secret. Therefore, he too was here in a private box in the audience, though heavily disguised, making it impossible for ordinary people to recognize him. Fujinori Yoshimori revealed this shocking secret to keep others from interfering, but this did not mean he could act recklessly. He had to be cautious at every step. As for Lin Feng, knowing he was also a capable super-powered intention master, Fujinori had set this trap to provoke him into action, having already prepared an ambush. He was worried that Lin Feng would not take the bait.
Fujinori glanced at Lin Feng, noticing that at this critical moment, the young president of Marumi was also watching the screen with interest, seemingly captivated by the erotic performance of the inflatable dolls. Suspicious! Fujinori knew Lin Feng wouldn’t be easily defeated like this. Although the two shinobi were performing the Dance of the Tengu Sakura, their images were transmitted through special devices into electromagnetic signals, not their true selves performing in person, thus the effect was greatly reduced. His plan was not to recruit loyal followers as before, but merely to manipulate the emotions of the ordinary people present, exposing their true nature to leverage the situation and force a larger target to act. Moreover, even if he were given greater audacity, he, a super ninja, would not dare to confront so many super-powered intention protectors of the imperial capital head-on. He had gauged the situation well and used the secret from twenty-five years ago as bait, cleverly setting up this elaborate scheme.
A minute passed, then two, then three; the two voluptuous inflatable dolls, thankfully dressed in multiple layers of underwear and skilled at prolonging the act, took at least thirty to fifty seconds to remove each piece of clothing. However, even so, their clothing was now in a precarious state. The situation had lasted too long! Judging by the reactions of the audience, if there was no ‘reveal’ in another thirty to fifty seconds, the crowd might not just be gulping down their saliva. The situation was getting out of hand; never before had so many men and women watched such a provocative performance together. One misstep could lead to a riot, and that would be disastrous.
Damn it! It’s said that the Chinese are a nation of etiquette, while we, the people of Yamato, are lustful ghosts. The Chinese are utterly hypocritical; their ancestors said ‘food and sex are human nature,’ yet their descendants make a mystery out of it, covering up the natural affairs between men and women. The world calls the Chinese hypocritical, saying they would never enjoy human pleasures as openly as the Yamato people in public. They said this trick would surely humiliate the Chinese and make them retreat in disgrace. Damn it, damn it! I never thought our Yamato pride would come to perform such a beautiful Tengu Sakura Dance in this filthy place for free.
This young Chinese man, clearly not affected by the Dance of the Tengu Sakura, why does he have such a lascivious, self-satisfied look? Ah, yes, yes! This despicable Chinese man, he’s obviously pretending to be affected to avoid the situation. Damn it, if we don’t get tough, these lowly Chinese won’t be able to bear it! The ultimate spring seduction of the Tengu Sakura Dance! Seeing the situation was not in his favor, Fujinori gritted his teeth and issued a new command.
Two oversized inflatable dolls exchanged a glance, then stripped! Their movements instantly became wilder. The dolls, now almost bare, grabbed at each other’s last remaining scraps of fabric, their bodies intertwining like serpents in a fiery embrace. Suddenly, they split apart, and the sound of tearing fabric was crisp in the air. The reveal was but a moment, yet then, without warning, the large screen’s image changed, and the figures of two sumo wrestlers flashed back into view. The previously defeated and limp figure on the ground suddenly performed an incredible kip-up, leaping to his feet with agility uncharacteristic of a sumo wrestler. With a swift move, he closed in on the swaggering Takeshi Watanabe. With just one punch, a resounding “thud” echoed as he struck like a black tiger digging out a heart. Takeshi Watanabe instantly transformed into a deflating balloon, flying out of the ring and straight into the hanging chandeliers above. With a loud crash, he, the 262-pound human sandbag, was catapulted into the ceiling of the grand hall. As the chandeliers shattered, he plummeted to the ground, crushing numerous unsuspecting spectators practicing their meditation below. This sudden change was all captured faithfully by the electronic screens around the ring. The entire sequence, from the two alluring inflatable dolls, acting on Teng Lanjiyuan’s command, preparing to unleash the most vicious move of the Heavenly Demon Cherry Blossom Dance to induce hallucinations, to the scene abruptly switching back to the sumo wrestlers, then to Takeshi Watanabe being bizarrely punched into the sky by the Chinese sumo wrestler, Lin Feng, and crashing through chandeliers, was nothing short of astonishing.
