Warlords: Rising from the Northwest Border and Sweeping Across the Powers

Chapter 1040: Fujita Ying's Change

Late at night, a brightly lit house on the outskirts of the city.

Fujita Ying stood in front of the door, listening to the arguments coming from the courtyard. Those young voices were full of passion, but also a bit immature.

He pushed open the gate.

The noisy voices suddenly stopped. A dozen young people turned their heads in unison, and their eyes lit up instantly under the candlelight.

“Mr. Fujita!”

“You are back safely!”

Before Fujita Ying could speak, the group of young people rushed over like a tide, their faces showing both joy and undisguised worry.

"We heard that Pu Yu sent people to surround the Fujita family..."

"You are not in any danger?"

"If Yamamoto hadn't stopped us, we would have rushed over..."

Yamamoto Satoshi stood at the back of the crowd, with a caring smile on his face. He observed Fujita Ying's every move calmly, sneering in his heart: These naive students really regard this abandoned child as a hero.

"Mr. Fujita," Yamamoto Satoshi squeezed through the crowd and handed over a cup of hot tea, his voice with a carefully designed gentleness, "You have caught a cold."

Fujita Ying took the teacup and his eyes stayed on Yamamoto Satoshi's face for a moment. Yamamoto Satoshi immediately responded with a respectful smile, but in his heart he was thinking: It seems that the Fujita family has already acted according to the plan.

"Don't worry," Fujita Ying took off his coat, "the matter has been resolved."

"Really?" a young man wearing glasses asked eagerly, "Those rough diamonds..."

"Pu Yu is now a mad dog," Fujita Ying's voice suddenly turned cold, "They will soon pay the price for their arrogance."

Hearing this, the young people's eyes lit up. Yamamoto Satoshi also showed a look of approval at the right time, but there was a flash of sarcasm in the depths of his eyes: You poor pawns, you don't even know what you are acting in.

"Everyone," Fujita Ying looked around at these young faces, his voice low and firm, "the time for change is finally here."

Yamamoto Satoshi stood aside, watching all this silently. Yes, change is coming, but it is definitely not the kind of change these people imagine.

He added silently in his heart: Just wait and see, Fujita Ying, you are just a pawn placed by the Mitsui family.

While everyone was immersed in the impending "change", only Satoshi Yamamoto knew that this was just a carefully designed drama.

And he is one of the best actors in this drama.

"Sir, let me help you."

Nako spoke softly, and her slender fingers carefully took off Fujita Ying's coat. Her movements were gentle and respectful, as if she was treating a precious treasure. When she took off the black scarf, her fingertips seemed to tremble slightly.

Fujita Ying leaned on the sofa and took out a cigarette from his arms. Before he could speak, a student named Tanaka came up to him and lit a match. The flickering flame reflected in Fujita Ying's deep eyes, flashing an elusive light.

In the smoke, everyone held their breath. A dozen pairs of young eyes stared at the man, waiting for his every word. The air was filled with an almost religious fanaticism.

Fujita Ying took a deep breath of smoke and exhaled slowly. The green smoke swirled up under the dim light, like some kind of ominous omen.

"Do you know?" he said in a deep and magnetic voice, "that just three days ago during the parade, Pu Yu brutally killed unarmed civilians."

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole room was in an uproar.

"Those people," Fujita Ying continued, his eyes becoming sharp, "some are farm children who come to the city to study, some are workers who work hard to support their families, and some are even just women and children passing by..."

He paused, and the air in the room seemed to freeze.

"But the unpolished swords do not discriminate. Under the protection of the royal family, they acted recklessly, staining the streets of Kyoto with innocent blood."

Anger and grief appeared on the faces of the young people. Some clenched their fists, and some had tears in their eyes.

"Sadly," Fujita sneered, "how many people in this city are forced to remain silent? They saw injustice but dared not speak out; they witnessed atrocities but dared not speak out."

He stood up and glanced at everyone present: "But we can no longer remain silent. Pu Yu's atrocities and the royal family's connivance have reached a point where we can no longer tolerate them."

"Now, it's time for everyone to unite." Fujita Ying's voice suddenly became sonorous and powerful, "Let those who do evil know that we will never sit idly by. Let those who remain silent see that the fire of resistance to tyranny is burning."

The atmosphere in the room had reached its climax. The young faces were filled with determination and resoluteness, and their eyes were filled with fanatical admiration when they looked at Fujita Ying.

Standing in the corner, Yamamoto Satoshi sneered: "Well said, Fujita Ying. You really didn't disappoint the Mitsui family."

As soon as Fujita Ying finished speaking, a wave of excited noises erupted in the room.

“Mr. Fujita is right!”

“We must not remain silent any longer!”

"Pu Yu, these executioners, will have to pay the price one day!"

Tears flashed in Nako's eyes: "I saw what happened that day with my own eyes. Those innocent people..." Her voice choked.

"Mr. Fujita," a student named Inoue stood up suddenly, his voice trembling with excitement, "please let us follow you! We are willing to give everything for justice!"

"Yes!" Tanaka waved his fist excitedly, "As long as Mr. Fujita leads us, there is nothing to be afraid of!"

"Sir, you are like a beacon in the darkness," another young man wearing glasses said excitedly, "You give us courage and hope!"

The students' eyes were shining with enthusiasm. Some clenched their fists, some had tears in their eyes, and some were shaking with excitement. They looked at Fujita Ying with eyes full of almost blind admiration and trust.

"Mr. Fujita, we will do whatever you say!"

“We are willing to follow you to the end!”

"For justice, we are willing to sacrifice our lives!"

Young voices rose one after another, full of pure and ardent idealism. In their eyes, Fujita Ying was no longer just a rebel, but the embodiment of justice in their hearts.

Satoshi Yamamoto stood in the crowd and applauded at the right time, saying, "Mr. Fujita's vision and courage have deeply moved all of us." His voice was sincere and moving, but his eyes were flashing with calculation.

Fujita Ying watched all this quietly, with a faint smile on his face. In the smoke, his expression was hard to read.

"Sir!" Nako suddenly knelt down, tears streaming down her cheeks, "Please let us go through fire and water for you!"

Other students also knelt down, and the room echoed with their excited vows:

"We are willing to follow sir!"

"For justice, no matter what!"

"Long live Mr. Fujita!"

These young faces were filled with enthusiasm and determination, as if at this moment, they had found the faith they would follow for the rest of their lives. And the embodiment of this faith was Fujita Ying standing in front of them.