Superhumans of the Dome City

Chapter 1509: Chapter 1: A Changing World (Part 1)

Yamaoka was taken aback: "Are you kidding? Aren’t you afraid of being sent to the Capital of the Sky?"

"Kids don’t think that far, they just want superpowers and don’t care about such things," Zihai laughed.

"What’s the final solution then?"

"I don’t know about other districts, but the folks in Weiyuan City had the boss give a unifying lecture to thoroughly resolve the issue."

Yamaoka turned to look at the four-meter-tall giant ninja, who was crushing a flattened plastic bottle into a paper-thin square.

"The effect must have been significant..."

"Self-important kids need to suffer a bit first!" The sound of crushing roared, "Yamaoka, continue. What were you about to say?"

Yamaoka reflexively straightened his posture: "Yes! I am actually worried about the quality of the members. After the spread of Impermanence Skill, the gap in talents will widen the disparity in strength among people. Newbies who gain power too quickly may see themselves as different from others..."

"You mean like Pure Sect." Crush said.

"...Yes?"

Crush pointed at the plastic piece: "You’re worried that garbage like the Pure Sect will reappear."

Yamaoka nodded vigorously. Crush picked up the plastic piece, squeezed it tightly in front of the two of them until it became thinner than paper.

"Trash will never disappear!" Crush said gruffly, "Look, no matter how cautious you are, no matter how hard you try, self-important trash will still exist. Even if you eliminate them all..."

He gently rubbed it, letting the plastic piece burn in the Tribulation Flame. Then he picked up a new plastic bottle and placed it on the table, crushing it with a punch.

"New trash will still come out." Crush concluded, "There’s no permanent solution, only constant crushing."

"I’m actually grateful, I’ve completely understood." Yamaoka nodded frantically, "It’s just, I’m actually a bit troubled about nipping problems in the bud..."

"After several big battles, many have retired or fallen, we must recruit new blood." Crush raised a finger, "Recruit more! And for the first five years, only learn karate!"

Yamaoka and Zihai were surprised by the words and then fell into deep thought.

"Ah... is that so?" Yamaoka was the first to react, "Use karate as a mechanism to identify talent!"

"Use karate practice to temper the mind, and only approach the Impermanence Skill with a matured mindset after gaining the mentor’s approval?" Zihai clapped his hands, "That’s a great idea, boss! Those who settle down to refine karate and complete tasks, their mindset will have a basic guarantee. And those who perform poorly in the process..."

"Just kick them all out." Crush said, "Then further division, there should also be ninjas who only practice karate. Announce the strictness of the practice truthfully, keep the process open and transparent, and those who dare to come after that can be recruited!"

Yamaoka and Zihai applauded together, standing up to present the boss with a token of their admiration. Crush accepted it calmly, eating two in one go. As the two ninjas returned to their seats, they secretly exchanged glances.

(Crush’s efficiency is actually very high... No wonder Lord Zuiyan entrusted him with full authority.)

(The boss always goes straight to the point of issues, not good at the trifles but sees the big picture clearly.)

(I’ve always wanted to say, is he actually a genius?)

(The industry is never short of geniuses, write this sentence in the newbie manual too.)

The old ninja Zuiyan recently took his confidants to the Country for friendly exchanges, guiding them in rebuilding a loyal and reliable spy force, so the work at Zero Island was temporarily handed over to Crush. Correspondingly, the Country also sent specialists to facilitate the exchange, mainly responsible for assisting behind-the-scenes organizations to move into the limelight. They are experienced in this as the only Knight Order in the world has always been active under the public eye.

Thinking of this, Yamaoka had a thought: "Could we ask the knights for professional advice? They should be more experienced in public opinion than us."

"Grr... good idea." Crush nodded, "Go find Rakael, invite him to the teahouse for tea in the afternoon."

"Understood."

Mr. Yamaoka got up to leave and jumped out of the window, steadily descending by controlling gravity. The scenery of each floor flashed before his eyes—newbie Ninjas diligently training under the supervision of their seniors, witches and gods from the Divine Dao discussing collaboration with Giant Union, and he even saw several professionals from the animation industry, probably here for the "multimedia promotion" plan that had been previously discussed...

Mr. Yamaoka quietly took out his phone to take some photos and sent them to a gray-haired friend. In less than ten seconds, a reply came just as he reached the targeted floor.

To: Mr. Yamaoka

[Wow! What kind of national production is this?!]

To: Mr. Gongsun

[It’s actually a promotional film "New Ninja Dragon Duel" that the Ninja Army is preparing to shoot soon. But I’m a bit worried that the promotional needs might overshadow the storytelling and turn it into a bad movie. Interested in reviewing the screenplay?]

To: Mr. Yamaoka

[Leave, it to, me.]

With this, the animation work was secured! I’d review it once, then Mr. Rakael would review it again, and finally, Mr. Gongsun, who’s a seasoned otaku, would also take charge. This film won’t become a disaster!

Mr. Yamaoka slightly relaxed, silently stepped into the special elevator on the 15th floor, which went directly to the underground, arriving at the core of the divination electronic array.

The once steel forest had changed its appearance dramatically, with intricately woven steel cables now neatly reorganized with the witches’ teamwork. The array’s core was no longer a tightly sealed steel chamber; it had been transformed into a studio with a distinct girlish style. On the pink bed were cuddly plush toys of various sizes, next to the office desk were snacks ready to be taken at any time, drinks, and an intelligent bento table providing meals always. Shiyu Spirit Temple sat on an extremely comfortable-looking sofa office chair, with a scanning device above her head now replaced by electronic sunglasses.

"Mr. Yamaoka, I’m a bit troubled," the little girl waved at him, "The office environment is actually too soothing, worried about efficiency declining."

"Miss Spirit Temple, ladies should enjoy a cozy and warm life," replied an energetic voice, "every Knight will tell you about the necessity of balancing work and life, and I must emphasize that this is a basic privilege you deserve."

Knight Rakael entered the room after knocking, carrying a lightweight Kingdom-style girl dress. He energetically said, "I am assisting in designing the female Ninja Army’s uniforms, what do you think of this direction?"

Spirit Temple blinked: "Sister Ling will really like it."

"Oh, seems like I need to revise my approach." Rakael felt slightly disappointed, "What’s your business, Mr. Yamaoka?"

"Crush=san invites you to join for afternoon tea..."

Mr. Yamaoka briefly stated his intention, and Knight Rakael responded with a bright smile: "Of course, I’d be delighted!"

Feeling a bit overwhelmed, Mr. Yamaoka asked: "Mr. Rakael... forgive my audacity, are all your Royal Knights this... adept at socializing?"

Rakael patted his shoulder, eyes filled with deep sympathy: "When you have to step forward and face the public eye, it becomes a necessary skill. We have training called ’Knight Style Smile,’ specifically learning the friendly and cheerful smile."

"Huojin God..." Mr. Yamaoka groaned.

"Additionally, there are regular press conferences, image ambassadors chosen for promotion, and so on, and so forth," said Rakael, "Prepare well, Mr. Yamaoka, stepping into the sunlight means doubling the workload!"

"I start to miss the Ninja Army of those days," Mr. Yamaoka said, eyes vacant.

"But I think it’s better now than back then," Rakael encouraged, "It’s always good to make some changes, isn’t it? In my view, your previous methods resembled more of an assassin organization, while now you are truly warriors defending the Country."

Mr. Yamaoka was stunned by these words, after a while he nodded.

He expressed gratitude, walked out of the office, and before leaving he saw Shiyu Spirit Temple chatting on her phone. This child finally wasn’t that inflexible anymore, which made Mr. Yamaoka happy. Returning above ground, he ducked out the window, squinting as the sunlight hit him.

Today was an excellent day, the March breeze fluttered the Ninja’s headbands, Weiyuan City blossomed under the sunshine, and amidst the crowded yet quiet masses, one could faintly see the silhouettes of Ninjas. They endured curious glances from others, surrounded by bold children asking all sorts of questions. Some young Ninjas bravely responded, while some older, more seasoned ones couldn’t stand such an atmosphere and leapt onto rooftops in the midst of exclamations.

"It’s a challenge for everyone," Mr. Yamaoka muttered to himself, "let’s start with setting up Ninja patrol teams."

He soared along the building’s surface, with a slightly lighter mood, returning to his official duties.