dognovel Chapter 893 Sakura Republic
Chapter 893 Sakura Republic
On the huge white curtain, Onizuka's distinctive face and his monologue filled with the most naked hatred were displayed.
Like the most vicious curse, it echoed in the stadium for a long time.
The movie has ended.
The curtain fell dark once more.
But no one moved.
The tens of thousands of surviving ordinary citizens of the Sakura Kingdom sat quietly in place.
Some of them looked down, staring at their toes;
Some looked up, gazing blankly at the cold, massive metal dome of the stadium.
The whispers that had erupted earlier because of Onizuka's confession, and the anger and shock that had spread like a tide, had all vanished.
Instead, there was an even more suffocating silence...
The middle manager who had been loudly defending Yuan Jun just moments before was now slumped on the ground in despair.
His wife stood by, quietly trying to comfort him.
But he seemed to have lost his hearing, and just kept pounding his head with his fists.
The middle-aged woman who lost her daughter had long since stopped crying.
She simply stared blankly at the dark curtain, her cloudy eyes, already dry of tears, now overflowing with a hatred more chilling than sorrow.
This is a feeling of immense disillusionment that arises after a complete collapse of faith, yet there is no outlet for it.
The "nobles" they had always respected, worshipped, and looked up to had never considered them as one of their own.
They are merely livestock that can be deceived, manipulated, slaughtered, and even sacrificed without hesitation for money and villas.
The future is bleak.
They didn't know if the land they lived on had any future.
They had no idea what they, these "lowly commoners" who had survived by sheer luck, were considered in the eyes of those "nobles" who were still hiding in the shadows, waiting to make a comeback.
However, in this despairing silence that seemed to be swallowing everyone up...
A voice suddenly rang out.
"Hehe...hehe..."
The voice was initially low and deep, as if it were mocking itself.
But it quickly grew louder and louder, eventually turning into a roar filled with endless grief and indignation, a heart-wrenching scream.
"Hahahahahaha——!"
Everyone's attention was drawn to this sudden sound.
They saw, in the most inconspicuous corner of the stadium, the boy who had been curled up there, like a walking corpse—
The middleman in the field was slowly standing up from the ground.
He looked up at the cold dome and let out a mad roar that sounded like both crying and laughing.
"Tanaka-kun?"
Miyuki was startled by his sudden action.
She thought that the middleman in the field had finally been driven insane by this cruel reality.
She quickly stepped forward, wanting to help and comfort him.
However, Tian Zhongjie gently but firmly pushed away her outstretched hand.
He stopped laughing, and he also stopped the silent tears.
He turned around and slowly scanned everyone present with his eyes, which had long been washed clean of all childishness by blood and fire.
Then he spoke.
"You bunch of people are really... cowards."
His voice wasn't loud, but it was like a sharp knife, piercing precisely into the heart of every survivor.
"When something like this happens, all I do is cry here. Or I just sit here like an idiot and stare blankly."
"Do you think your weeping, day and night, will kill those noble families who killed our family members?!"
His words caused a slight embarrassment to appear on everyone's faces, as if a sore spot had been touched.
Immediately afterwards, Tian Zhongjie started walking forward.
He walked up to the makeshift platform that had been erected to house the movie projector.
He stood before everyone, before that dark curtain.
He is like a statue that has reignited its flames amidst the ruins.
"I finally understand."
His voice grew louder and more impassioned.
"Now I finally understand why we Japanese are looked down upon by everyone on Earth!"
Do you know why?
"Because our nation, from ancient times to the present, has never had...the courage to resist!"
A slight commotion began to break out in the crowd.
Some people want to refute.
But looking at the boy on the stage, with his bloodshot eyes burning with rage, he couldn't utter a single word.
"Yes, you might say that we are ordinary people, we are commoners."
"We have no guns, no cannons, no money, no power. How can we fight against those high and mighty nobles?"
"We have nothing!"
"But!"
His voice suddenly rose, like a thunderclap from a clear sky!
"Does this mean that ordinary people in other countries are born with the ability to resist?!"
"Have you ever heard of the history of the Chinese people? Their ancestors, when faced with tyranny, could 'cut down trees to make weapons and raise bamboo poles as flags'!"
"They would roar at those princes and nobles, 'Are kings and nobles born with a special destiny?'"
Have you ever studied the history of France?
"Their common people, for freedom and equality, are willing to use their own flesh and blood to storm the Bastille and send their high and mighty king to the guillotine!"
"Which of the people in those countries didn't pay a bloody price for their own future?!"
"Which one of them didn't use their own hands to shatter that damned old order that had been weighing on them all along?!"
"It's just us!"
He pointed to everyone in the audience, and also to himself.
"Only we, the people of Japan, would rather starve to the point of gnawing on tree bark and eating grass roots than stand up and resist!"
"On the other hand, they might even feel proud of our so-called 'unbroken imperial line' system, considering it a supreme honor!"
"What? We're all waiting for others to bring change! Waiting for the Americans to bring us 'democracy'! Waiting for the Chinese to bring us 'equality'!"
"Even after committing such vicious and inhumane acts against these nobles!"
His voice was filled with endless disappointment and disdain.
"All you do is cry here!"
"I am truly ashamed of you!"
This scathing rebuke caused everyone in the audience to slowly lower their heads.
No one can refute that.
Because every word he uttered was a true reflection of the most cowardly and ugly aspects of their nation over the past thousand years.
After a long while, a voice, tinged with obvious hesitation, finally rang out from the crowd.
"You...you're right."
He was a middle-aged man who looked very honest.
"But...you say we shouldn't resist, but what are we supposed to do now? How can we possibly resist?"
"Those nobles...those who committed evil deeds, haven't they all been arrested by the Dragon Kingdom's 'Zhendan Heavenly Army'?"
"They should give these people the punishment they deserve, right?"
Hearing this question, which was full of naivety and fantasy.
Tian Zhongjie, the middleman, let out a disdainful sneer.
"The deserved fate? Death?"
"Of course, they're definitely doomed."
"But do you think that's enough?"
"what do you mean?"
The middle-aged man asked, puzzled.
"I mean……"
The intermediary's gaze sharpened, like that of a young, hungry wolf ready to pounce.
"Japan is so vast, and there are countless nobles like Minamoto Mitsuhide and Itō who lurk behind the scenes, sucking our blood and flesh!"
"Those guys are like endless termites clinging to the ancient tree of our cherry blossom country, a tree that has stood for thousands of years!"
"They are constantly absorbing the nutrients of this country, causing it to decay and stagnate!"
"If we cannot personally pluck these parasites out of our bodies, one by one, and burn them to ashes today!"
"Then I guarantee that before long, sooner or later, these guys will put on a friendly face again, step back into the limelight, and continue to bully us!"
"Because this land itself is the perfect breeding ground for these pests!"
"So...so you mean?"
The middle-aged man was already somewhat horrified by what he said.
Tian Zhongjie, the middleman, took a deep breath.
He no longer looked at anyone in the audience.
His gaze seemed to pierce through the cold dome of the stadium, looking out at the wider land.
Then, with an unprecedentedly firm tone, he declared that he, too, was part of this nation's only path to rebirth.
"good."
“What I mean is, it’s time for us ordinary people, whom they regard as ‘outcasts’ and ‘livestock,’ to stand up!”
"We, like all other peoples in the world who no longer wish to be enslaved, must use our own hands to root out all those corrupt and reactionary elements within our own country!"
"Only in this way can the ancient nation of Sakura truly regain its vitality from the inside out!"
"And there's only one thing I need to do!"
"That is, to completely overthrow this so-called 'empire' that is rotten to the core!"
“We must thoroughly settle accounts with all those so-called ‘Chinese’ who have been riding roughshod over us for thousands of years!”
"Then, on this land that we purified with our own hands..."
"—To build a brand new one that truly belongs to all of us ordinary people..."
"—The People's Republic of Cherry Blossoms!"