Alibuda Chronicles Volume 17: Chapter 1 The Legend of the Little Soldier

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The frequent falls into the water after arriving in the East China Sea seemed to be telling me something. If I took it as an ominous sign, I could prepare to run away and go home as soon as possible. But I, determined to be an excellent "tracker," chasing after valuable treasures all over the world, didn't believe in such things. We

had just arrived and already won a brilliant victory for the resistance, which I considered a very good achievement. Unfortunately, no one except our group could verify this, so when we were adrift at sea and discovered by the resistance ships, we were treated as spies.

This certainly caused some trouble, but it wasn't a big problem. With my and Mao Yan'an's silver tongues, and Ah Xue's pure and lovely eyes despite her magic concealing her beauty, we quickly convinced them that we were volunteers who had come to join the resistance, but were captured and coerced by a pirate crew, kidnapped for ransom, and unfortunately caught up in this sea battle, which is why we were adrift at sea.

Whatever, it wasn't all lies anyway; about 30% of it was true.

Having probably dealt with many defectors before, the rebels on the ship treated us with the courtesy due to guests—polite but lacking in respect. The three of us were assigned to one room, but Violet was a bit of a problem. The rebels initially refused to let her on board, even considering throwing her back overboard. But Ah Xue's magic effectively solved the problem.

Not black magic, but something far more powerful. The moment Ah Xue bent down to soothe Violet, her pair of large, prominent breasts bounced against her thin bodice, instantly silencing the nearby rebel soldiers. Their eyes widened, staring intently at her full, proud chest, forgetting everything else, and allowing her to bring Violet onto the ship.

We were placed in the aft cabin, which wasn't small, but its cleanliness led us to a consensus: this place had likely been used to imprison prisoners before; we were essentially living in a cell.

Ignoring this ominous premonition, we made ourselves at home in the cabin. Mao Yan'an asked for paper and pen and began writing on his own; Violet lay asleep in a corner of the cabin; Ah Xue dried herself off and lay between my legs, warming my chilled private parts with her full red lips and ample breasts.

Frankly, this method of killing time was quite effective; before we knew it, most of the day had passed, and we arrived at our destination, Lishada Port in the Honolulu Islands. When we disembarked, the ship's soldiers gazed at Ah Xue with obvious lust, then, when I reminded her to wipe the dried white residue from her lips, they glared at me menacingly.

It was a man's pride, so I simply smiled and expressed my satisfaction, without any pretense. As for that damned Mao Yan'an, this guy always showed off his womanizing skills in front of me. He was flirting before we set sail, he was flirting during the journey, and even now, as we disembarked, several scantily clad women on the shore, captivated by his mustache, were throwing him flirtatious glances.

For such a seemingly refined but actually despicable man who's always flirting with pretty girls, if I don't loosen my guard a little and give him a piece of my mind, showing him that I'm unwilling, not unable, how can I ever hold my head up again?

"Nephew, see that bunch of sluts over there? Believe me, if I just go for a quick stroll, I can bring back a beauty on each arm."

"Oh, you can find a top-notch tattoo artist so quickly? Then have him give you a generous gift, not just your arms, but also a tattoo of 'Peerless Pervert' on your face. I guarantee you'll look incredibly powerful!"

"A true warrior doesn't need flashy achievements. Actually, I have some unusual features; even without the tattoo, I'd still look incredibly fierce."

"What features? Your rectum?"

Mao Yan'an and I stood in a corner of the shabby harbor, exchanging forced smiles and mocking each other. No one noticed us two nobodys; everyone was busy with their work.

The location of the Black Dragon Society's headquarters has always been a mystery. According to credible rumors, it is likely a mobile palace composed of countless linked ships. The resistance's headquarters moved to Penglai Island, the most prosperous island in the East China Sea, a year ago. The old headquarters was located in the Honolulu Archipelago, where we have now arrived.

The surrounding waters of this archipelago contain more than a dozen islands of varying sizes. In the past, when the resistance was weak, it often rotated its garrison on different islands to prevent the Black Dragon Society from discovering its main force. It wasn't until Li Huamei stormed the large prison on Bastille Island, liberating many soldiers and greatly strengthening its forces, that it established a stable base on the main island of Honolulu. Later, with successive victories in the war and the expansion of its sphere of influence, it moved its main force to Penglai Island.

Upon disembarking at Lishada Port, one immediately senses the East China Sea atmosphere described by Mao Yan'an. Although not as prosperous as Nalivia, the bustling crowds, diverse hair colors, and complex appearances display the vibrant energy of a metropolis.

Humans are the main inhabitants of the island, but on the docks, there were also crustaceans I'd never seen before. Their appearance was a combination of human and crustacean. For example, there was the old man to my left, carrying a tortoise shell and a cane, walking slowly; and to my right, a vendor with a crab shell on his back and eight crab claws, hawking various goods. The strange sights broadened my horizons.

"Nephew, look over there. See those beautiful women in white standing at the street corner, holding harpoons and with their heads covered in cloth? They're merfolk."

"Mermaids?"

"Yes, merfolk like to wear this kind of armor when they come ashore. It's their custom, easy to recognize."

I looked at the street corner Mao Yan'an pointed to. Several white-clad girls with harpoons were buying dried goods from a crustacean shopkeeper with a shrimp head, speaking in a dialect I couldn't understand. The girls were all dressed identically: their long hair was wrapped in cloth, their chests were bound with white cloth, and they wore sleeveless short-sleeved shirts over it; their white shorts clung perfectly to their round, pert buttocks, and their calves and wrists were bound with white thread, making them look extremely brave and fierce, quite unlike the delicate and pitiful figures in poems and stories.

“Nephew,” I said, “there’s nothing strange about this. The East Sea has been plagued by war for years, and the merfolk are not immune. To survive, the beautiful merfolk have taken up harpoons to defend their homeland. In the past two years, they have even formed an alliance with Marshal Li, joining the resistance army to fight against the Black Dragon Society.”

I had heard before that the merfolk were one of the few all-female races. Like the Feathered Clan of the Southern Barbarians, when they give birth, if the child is male, the paternal bloodline is displayed; only when they give birth to a female will the child be a merfolk. In the sea, they have the appearance of a merfolk, but on land, they transform into human legs.

Merfolk are renowned for their beauties, a fact I'd heard of long ago on land. But I truly hadn't expected that the protracted warfare in the East China Sea would produce such strikingly beautiful female warriors from a race originally known for its delicate beauties.

"Nephew, lower your head, your acquaintances are here,"

Mao Yan'an called out, pressing me to lower my head. Just then, a commotion arose in the nearby crowd. I looked up and my eyes lit up. A pair of strikingly similar, beautiful figures were rapidly approaching—the Neon Sisters, whom I hadn't seen in a long time.

Yu Hong led the way, walking briskly at the front. Even after several months, she remained slender and graceful, still wearing her female constable uniform.

A white, belted long coat revealed a faint pink bodice through the slightly open neckline, framing her perfectly proportioned breasts; a jeweled badge, her constable identification, adorned her full breasts.

Her lower body was covered by white trousers that clung tightly to her small, pert buttocks and thighs, revealing her long, graceful legs in all their glory, full of elasticity and beauty; on her feet were a pair of white deerskin flat boots that fit snugly to the top of her calves, with dazzling gold patterns.

Seeing this dignified female police officer uniform, and recalling her radiant and heroic figure in the fierce battle at sea last night, my heart burned with lust. My lewd gaze lingered on her sexy hot pants and beautiful legs, trying to remind myself of the enchanting scene in the Southern Barbarian lands months ago.

At that time, under the siege of the four beast tribes, the Feather Tribe's stronghold, Skeva Songlou City, fell. I had managed to infiltrate the Bear Tribe's camp and unexpectedly captured Yu Hong, who had come to assassinate me. I not only cruelly took away her virginity, which she had desperately tried to protect, but also subjected her to extremely humiliating and miserable training, wantonly enjoying her youthful and tender body. Until I left the Southern Barbarian lands, I don't know how many nights Yu Hong's long, beautiful, jade-like legs frequently wrapped around my lower back, her naked body moaning softly. That fiery scene is still unforgettable to think about.

"Ah Hong, wait for me!"

Yu Ni, who had lagged a few steps behind, rushed forward. Her long, golden hair, reaching her waist, fluttered as she moved swiftly, quickly reaching behind Yu Hong and grabbing her sister's shoulder, seemingly displeased with her leaving the ship alone.

"Sister, don't worry about me."

"Ah!"

Yu Hong turned around abruptly, brushing her sister's right hand away. In that instant, her light golden bangs parted in the wind, revealing her icy, aloof beauty. The lively and charming demeanor she possessed in the Southern Barbarian lands had been replaced by an unapproachable coldness and pain. In that fleeting glance, she even bore a striking resemblance to the cold, beautiful Princess Leng of Sara City.

Yu Ni gasped and withdrew her hand. Everyone assumed her sister had brushed her hand away, but perhaps only I noticed that the moment Yu Ni touched her sister's shoulder, she recoiled as if she had touched a red-hot iron. This wasn't a brush; it signified that Yu Hong's body temperature was unusually high.

Both sisters had just finished a fierce battle and had rested for most of the day, but Yu Hong was still sweating profusely, her short golden hair soaked as if she had just emerged from the water. Considering the amount that had evaporated, her dehydration was probably more severe than it appeared. This was likely the reason why Yu Hong left without a word after shaking off her sister's hand.

The Japanese sisters, ranked among the seven most beautiful women of the world, were naturally the focus of attention on this island. Their outburst had sparked much discussion among those around them, who wondered what had happened to the two beautiful Japanese sisters.

(Clearly, poor heat dissipation. Strange, if she wore less clothing, the situation should improve slightly... Hmm, that's right, back in the Southern Barbarians, I already turned this slut into an exhibitionist, she must be worried about that.)

I knew what was going on, but it wasn't convenient to say anything at this moment. Luckily, Neon and the other girl hadn't looked this way earlier, otherwise, with their sharp professional eyes, they might have recognized Mao Yan'an and me. If Yu Hong had been on guard then, not only would it have been difficult for me to sneak up on her, but I would also have had to be careful not to repeat the same mistake and have her sneak in and slit my throat.

"Hey, nephew, they're registering over there. There's lunch after you register, let's hurry up and go."

"Are you here to eat or to join the army?"

Amidst laughter and banter, Mao Yan'an and I went to the temporary reorganization office set up on the island. Along the way, Mao Yan'an and I discussed how to get started. Since we had already decided to start from the bottom and be a lowly soldier, it wouldn't be easy to make any great contributions. We shouldn't attract too much attention, but our low status makes everything inconvenient. Therefore, the key is to find ways to earn merit and quickly rise to a higher rank.

As for treasure hunting and profit, I'll do it secretly myself; I won't cooperate with that cunning old lecher. So, no one mentions it, focusing instead on discussions about gaining merit and promotion. I think that with the Black Dragon Society's power, establishing military merit won't be as easy as it seems. Mao Yan'an, however, is full of confidence, saying that with my petty thievery, the Black Dragon Society is nothing. He also says he'll

gather material for a book called "The Legend of the Little Soldier," using my glorious achievements in the East China Sea—a title guaranteed to be a bestseller. The Honolulu Islands are an important base for the resistance, attracting many volunteers from all over. Some joined here, others were assigned from Penglai Island. The makeshift reorganization office is packed with people waiting to be reorganized and assigned.

After a long wait, it was finally our turn. We expressed our interest in joining to the person in charge, which led to a typical job interview. Naturally, we boasted about our unparalleled abilities, denounced the corruption of the evil forces in the East China Sea, and expressed our lofty ambition to fight the strong and help the weak.

The white-bearded person in charge looked back at us coldly, as if we were a group of troublesome people. With our forced smiles, the old man slowly took out a form and asked for our names.

Mao Yan'an tilted his head, seemingly considering something. I was afraid he would give me a random name again, like he did with Nanman last time, and was about to speak first, but he was too late.

"My name is Mei Renyou, a wandering, down-on-his-luck painter from the East China Sea. I hope to join the righteous army and contribute to this great cause."

Mao Yan'an pointed at me and laughed, "This is my nephew, the young swordsman renowned throughout the Golden Flower Federation, Mei Youren. Please, sir, do not waste his talent and give him a suitable position that he can handle." Handle a

great responsibility? Does that mean he'll be sent to the front lines to die? I almost kicked Mao Yan'an, along with all the blame for his haphazardly naming me.

“Mei Renyou…Mei Youren…the names of you two uncle and nephew are really strange. I wonder where you came from. Oh well, the sooner you die, the better…These are your memorial tablets…no, your military tags. Hold onto them and be reborn…no, take care of them.”

The old man with the white beard looked at us as if we were dead, then handed us two red bamboo name tags that looked like memorial tablets. Only then did he slowly adjust his white-bearded glasses and look at A Xue, pausing briefly at her full chest before looking at her face.

A Xue looked at me expectantly. After Mao Yan'an and I both chose pseudonyms, she seemed to be hoping that I would help her choose a good name. But having just been given a strange name by Mao Yan'an, I wasn't willing to let her be happy alone.

“Old man, this is my junior sister, her name is…” Ignoring Ah Xue’s expectant blinking, I smiled and said, “Hmm, Big-breasted Girl.”

Regardless of Mao Yan’an’s sly chuckle upon hearing the name, the old man actually wrote it down and handed Ah Xue the name tag that read “Big-breasted Girl.”

When registration was complete and it was time to assign units, Mao Yan’an’s excellent writing skills naturally led to him being assigned to the island’s headquarters for clerical work. However, a very unfortunate problem suddenly occurred to me.

Military organization conventions dictate that men and women are not assigned to the same place; in other words, Ah Xue and I would be assigned to different units. However, Ah Xue is innocent and naive; if she were placed with just anyone, she might be tricked and sold off. Furthermore, without me monitoring her, if her true identity were recognized, it would be a huge disaster. I had planned everything meticulously, how could I have overlooked this?

"Wait a minute, no matter how they arrange things here, I demand to be in the same unit as... uh, my sister."

Having no other good reason, I hastily used this rather lame lie to convince the old man to group me and Xue together.

Xue and I received a hastily prepared order and map, instructing us to go to the Geng San military camp in the northwest corner of Honolulu. After agreeing on a contact method with Mao Yan'an, we split up.

From the Southern Barbarian period to Sara and then to the East China Sea, Mao Yan'an had been with us for months. The sudden separation felt quite peculiar, but I was rather pleased, because this meant one less troublesome obstacle, making many things much easier for me to do.

"Master, it's been so long since we've seen Neon and the others. When should we go and greet them?"

Showing no signs of seasickness, Ah Xue chased after Violet with boundless energy, even asking me about Neon. I seized the opportunity to issue a stern warning.

"Ah Xue, we can't meet with Neon and the others, at least not now. The reason is..."

Making up a reason was difficult, but I told her that the situation in the East China Sea was complex, especially with the two armies at war; there were bound to be many spies. I suspected the resistance's previous defeat was due to an internal traitor, so we needed to discreetly help them find the traitor first.

Of course, this was just a load of nonsense. I knew nothing about the resistance, how would I know how they lost last time? I was just making up an excuse, but Ah Xue looked at me with utmost respect.

"Master, you're truly amazing! So far-sighted! The villains of the Black Dragon Society will surely face divine retribution if they encounter you."

"Uh... really? Why do I feel like I'll definitely face divine retribution?"

I casually made up a couple of things with Ah Xue, and was about to continue my perfunctory response when a commotion suddenly erupted from the alley ahead. More than a dozen children darted out of the alley, laughing gleefully, carrying vegetables, raw pork, fruit, and other food in their hands. They were shouting and laughing like they had just won a trophy. The last few even carried coarse cloth clothes. They ran out in a flash, and upon seeing Violet's ferocious beast-like appearance, they screamed and scattered in all directions.

If the children weren't so young, what we just witnessed would have truly resembled a robbery just finished by bandits. Curious, Ah Xue and I walked into the alley, only to find a man lying on the ground, stripped naked except for a loincloth. His back, hands, and feet bore numerous small shoe prints, clearly indicating he had been trampled.

"Help...help...robbery!"

His weak plea made me almost burst out laughing. Although I knew the world was treacherous, and the East Sea region a dog-eat-dog world, I never imagined that the crime we witnessed upon arriving in East Sea would be such an absurd robbery.

Ah Xue, her face flushed, stepped forward to help the man up. He was a man with a full beard, his thick, unkempt mustache almost completely covering half his face, obscuring his features. Judging from his appearance, he was probably in his late thirties, perhaps even approaching forty.

The man was helped up by Xue and thanked us profusely. He said he had finished shopping and was on his way home when the group of children chased him into the alley with bamboo knives and wooden sticks. They robbed him of all his food and stripped him of all his clothes.

It was truly pathetic that a strong, tall man in his prime was robbed by a group of children and was trembling with fear. I didn't want to say another word to him, but Xue took out my clothes from her bundle and gave them to the bearded man to change into, even offering to take him home. Because

of our size difference, I realized he was actually a head taller than me when he put on my clothes. He was tall and imposing, like an iron tower when he stood up. The clothes, which were too small for him, were torn and showed through his clothes, making him look quite ridiculous.

“You…you must be tourists who just arrived in Honolulu, right? You’ve done me a great favor, would you like to come to my humble abode for a cup of tea and something to eat? I’m a very good cook.”

“No, thank you. We have many important matters to attend to and don’t have time to eat here. Ah Xue, we’re leaving.”

I gestured for Ah Xue to leave, and before leaving, I casually asked the man for directions. It turned out he also lived in the northwest corner of Honolulu. Thanks to Ah Xue’s meddlesome nature, the two of us and the leopard went along with him, saving time from getting lost and also helping him get home.

“Sir, my name is Ah Xue. What’s your name?”

I wasn’t interested in being as polite as Ah Xue, so I took the lead, only to hear the man awkwardly reply.

"I... I don't have a nice name. I'm a chef named Kato Taka."

"Kato Taka? The legendary Kato Golden Eagle, a sacred beast whose feather alone can bring women to ecstasy? You? What do you think you are? What's down there?"

Startled by the name, I quickly turned around and demanded an answer. Kato Taka, clearly having chosen the wrong name, gave me an embarrassed smile, saying his father worshipped the legendary beast and named him that, and he had no intention of insulting it. I was too

lazy to argue with this man any further and urged Ah Xue to hurry. After walking for about an hour, we finally arrived at the northwest corner of Honolulu. However, when we parted ways with Kato Taka at the fork in the road and arrived at the Geng San Army Camp on the map, we couldn't help but widen our eyes, checking the map in our hands while staring in astonishment at the buildings before us.

The buildings were dilapidated, but that wasn't a big deal. After all, I had already guessed that the resistance was short of supplies, and this was a remote island; having even a reasonably sturdy wooden building was a blessing. But the large wooden hut connected to a thatched mess hall in front of me was not only dilapidated and on the verge of collapse, but it also had an incongruous large chimney, from which wisps of smoke billowed; glints of swords flashed through the cracks in the door, and the aroma of food wafted out.

Damn it! I seemed to have overlooked something very important.

The military organization was complex, with combat units and logistics units, and that damned old man… had assigned Ah Xue and me to the cooks' battalion!

Looking at the crumbling kitchen in front of me, I felt as if my legs were swaying. All the ambitious plans I had made for the trip to the East China Sea, the little soldier legend I had prepared, were now collapsing from the very foundation.

As I was feeling dizzy from this sudden change in plans, Ah Xue, as if oblivious to my distress, strode forward, pushed open the half-closed door, and loudly announced her name according to the military etiquette I had taught her.

"New Private Second Class... Big-Breasted Girl, military number 5711438, reporting for duty at Geng San Military Camp."

The moment she pushed open the door, I saw the scene inside the kitchen and the three workers inside. They were of different ages, but they all had one thing in common: they were all tall and burly, and each of them had a disability. When they stood up in a row, they looked like three bronze statues.

Interrupted by Ah Xue's opening of the door and her announcement, the three giants who were slaughtering pigs, chopping sheep, and cutting raw fish looked up at us with slanted eyes and crooked mouths. Their knives, forks, and axes were raised simultaneously, their ferocious and murderous appearance even more terrifying than the bandits of the Black Dragon Society. If they walked down the street, they would surely scare every child on the road to tears.

"Hey, where did this fat sheep come from... It's been so long since any strangers have come here..."

"Look at that big-breasted chick, so fair and tender..."

"Not only that, there's also a man... He looks like he has no meat on him, but that leopard next to him is quite fat." "

We just asked Old Man Chu for some strangers to make soup, and they've come pretty quickly this time!"

The menacing atmosphere of baring teeth and the blood flowing all over the kitchen table and floor, all combined to create a pungent smell of blood that assaulted my nostrils. I suddenly felt dizzy, as if I had entered some kind of hell on earth, not a kitchen.

But a series of muffled thuds immediately broke this eerie atmosphere. The three burly men were all hit on the back of the head with a spatula, causing them to fall face down in the pool of raw meat and blood in front of them. The sound of the blows was so loud that I even thought all three of them had died.

The one who did it was a burly man standing in the very back corner of the kitchen. His dark skin was striking, and his slightly graying hair made him clearly older than the others. He stepped out from the corner, gave Ah Xue and me a cold look, and spoke loudly.

"Welcome to the Donghai Culinary Training School. I am the second-in-command here, Miyamoto Juzo. You have been assigned here, and from now on, you are part of this place."

The golden hook hanging on his missing left arm added to his imposing presence. This black chef named Miyamoto Juzo had the air of a soldier.

"Upon entering the school, you must obey the orders of the headmaster... that is, the principal. The headmaster's orders are everything. If the headmaster orders a student to die, you will all die. Understand?"

It sounded like there was an even higher-ranking figure in this hellish kitchen, whose authority surpassed even Miyamoto Juzo's. But just as I was about to ask who this headmaster was, a tall, seemingly timid figure appeared behind Miyamoto Juzo, greeting us apologetically.

"No, no, it's not that serious... I won't order you all to die. It's just that in a kitchen, sometimes things are inevitable..."

The man who had changed into a chef's outfit, wearing a white top hat and a chef's apron, and waved to me and A-Xue, was the headmaster of this kitchen, the bearded man we met on the way, Kato Taka. Compared to the menacing Miyamoto Juzo beside him, it was quite an odd combination; it's worth mentioning that he had a blue coiled dragon embroidered on his left sleeve, with a red "特" (Te) character encircling its body, the meaning of which was unclear.

"Welcome, both of you. Oh, and this Miss Leopard, let's all get along well. Cooking is fun."

With this sentence, our blood-and-tears days at the "East Sea Culinary Training School" began.

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