Cherry Blood

The story of *Sakura no Blood*

takes place in 2090, at the tail end of World War III. The decisive battle between the China-Japan alliance (Japan at this time had become a small, independent nation) is about to begin. Human civilization has reached an unprecedented level. Meanwhile, the Earth is undergoing tremendous changes. Land area is now less than two-tenths of the total landmass. To be precise, it should be called a water planet…

The constant wars are causing the land area to shrink even further. For example, our neighboring Japan-Japan alliance has shrunk by nearly half its original size. The story begins in this tiny island nation…

Chapter One: Seppuku.

Inside the headquarters of the 39th Division of the Japanese Independent Navy, Michiko is looking at the display screen with a strange expression. After
a moment, Michiko puts down the screen, and a man's figure appears on the computer screen in front of her. Michiko immediately stands up and salutes.

"Commander!" Michiko says respectfully.

"Our plan has completely failed, all because of your poor command! And this time, the loss is of our nation's 'Sakura Blood'... Do you know what that means?... " The commander's tone slowed down, but this only made Michiko's heart ache more.

"Commander! This was entirely my fault, I..." Michiko's voice trailed off.

"Enough! You must take responsibility! I will too..." The image suddenly disappeared.
"Commander!... " Michiko cried out, but the image was gone...

Sakura Blood, also known as the Sakura Ninja Group, is the highest-ranking special agent organization in the Japanese Allied Forces, a privileged institution.
It is composed entirely of women around 20 years old, with a total of 60 members. They are further divided into three ranks from lowest to highest: Silver Sakura (30 members), Gold Sakura (20 members), and Blood Sakura (10 members).

Every member of Sakura Blood undergoes rigorous training from a young age. They have no freedom, no individuality, only obedience.

Michiko Ibara: Vice Commander of the 39th Naval Division of the Japanese Independent Division, born in Satsuma Prefecture, Japan. A high-ranking member of the Sakura Blood organization, she is currently 28 years old.

At this moment, Michiko's face was expressionless as she turned on her electronic display…

“All assemble!” With that, she turned off the display and rushed out of the division headquarters!

Inside the Sakura Blood meeting, all the Sakura Blood members looked at Michiko, no one speaking.
“Vice Commander, everyone is present. May we begin? Shall we proceed with the address?” A female officer in military uniform reported to Michiko.

“Alright! I've gathered everyone here today to say goodbye…” Michiko's voice was slightly agitated.
“What? Vice Commander! This…

” “Why? Did I hear that right?”

Hearing this sudden news, the group was surprised and began to discuss and ask questions.

“Quiet!” Michiko suddenly roared.

"Don't have any doubts. I'm old and tired, but I hope my departure won't affect the future development of our Sakura Blood... I hope everyone will remember your mission!" Michiko tried to calm her inner turmoil.

"So... I entrust this to you all!" She stood solemnly and bowed deeply to everyone. Tears welled in Michiko's eyes, but she quickly composed herself. She didn't want her subordinates to see her leaving in sorrow.

"Alright! After I leave, Akimoto Kumiko will take over my duties... Farewell!" With that, she left the council hall without looking back. At that moment, Michiko could no longer control her emotions, and a tear silently slid down her cheek, unseen by anyone.

Back in her private quarters, Michiko changed out of her military uniform into a white kimono. At this moment, Michiko completely lost her military bearing, appearing instead like a charming young woman. After a moment's thought, Michiko turned on the display.
She gently pressed the switch, and Akimoto Kumiko immediately appeared on the screen.

"Vice Commander!" Kumiko Akimoto said respectfully.

"Sigh... I'm no longer the Vice Commander..." Michiko said softly.

"No! In my heart, you will always be that resourceful and caring person..." Kumiko Akimoto said excitedly.

"Alright... Come to my place tonight..." Michiko interrupted her and said calmly.
"Yes! Is there anything else?" Kumiko Akimoto asked respectfully.

"No... nothing else..." Michiko said, hanging up the phone.

Kumiko Akimoto on the other end of the phone shook her head helplessly, because only she knew what Michiko was going to do...

That evening, Kumiko Akimoto arrived at Michiko's residence early. The two sat down at knee level, silently. Michiko glanced at the clock, 8:00 sharp. She couldn't help but glance in Kumiko Akimoto's direction, smiled and said, "It's time..." Then she got up and walked towards her bedroom.

"Wait...wait a minute!" Kumiko Akimoto got up and chased after her.

"Is there anything else?" Michiko seemed quite calm.

"Vice Commander! Are you really going to do this?!" Kumiko Akimoto was somewhat agitated.

"As the commander of a foreign country, having committed such a grave crime, I can only atone for the sins of my six subordinates with my death..." "But! The military has no intention of punishing you! Vice Commander!" Kumiko Akimoto tried to retort.

"You don't need to say anything more, my mind is made up!" After saying that, she ignored Kumiko Akimoto and went into the bedroom.
Kumiko Akimoto looked helplessly at Michiko and silently lowered her head.

After a moment, Michiko came out of the bedroom. She had a short sword in her hand and looked at Kumiko Akimoto standing not far away, saying, "We can begin! Please take care of me!" After saying that, she walked to the tatami mat that had already been set up in the center of the living room and knelt down.

Kumiko Akimoto then came up behind Michiko and picked up the laser scalpel.

Michiko nodded slightly to Kumiko Akimoto. Then she picked up the display screen beside her, and the image of the commander immediately appeared on the screen.

"Michiko!" the commander shouted loudly.

"Commander, I'm sorry, this is the only way I can atone for my crimes!" Michiko was somewhat agitated, and her eyes were filled with tears.

"Don't do anything rash! Although you are wrong! But this is not your fault alone! Calm down..."
The commander also realized the seriousness of the matter!

"Our Ibara family has been a samurai lineage since ancient times, so I will end my life with the pure samurai seppuku..." Michiko's eyes revealed a determination to die.

"Michiko! Please calm down! Calm down!" The commander's voice trembled, sounding so pale and powerless at this moment.

"Then please watch Michiko's seppuku, Commander!" With that, he resolutely put the display screen aside.
"Michiko! I command you..." Despite the commander's shouts on the other end of the display, Michiko seemed deaf.

"Shape difference, temperature 0, toughness 2.5!" With Michiko's command, the laser sword transformed into a short sword. Michiko glanced at the sword, then grabbed it and pressed the button.

The laser blade immediately emitted a pale blue glow. It lacked the cold, menacing quality of a steel blade, but possessed a chilling aura. Kumiko, standing behind Michiko, couldn't help but gasp.

"Alright! I know I can't persuade you. I'll inform the military headquarters and say I made you commit seppuku!"
the commander said helplessly. (Because without orders from the military headquarters, officers and soldiers at that time did not have the right to commit seppuku; the commander was only doing this to posthumously award her the title of martyr.)

"Thank you, Commander..." She then untied the kimono's sash and slowly removed it with both hands. At this moment, Michiko appeared exceptionally beautiful. Her round, oval face had her beautiful eyes slightly half-closed, making her appear so charming. Her snow-white skin glowed with a faint reddish hue under the light. Her 36-inch breasts stood erect, the nipples slightly swollen and enlarged, perhaps due to excitement.
She quickly tied her legs together with the sash, allowing her buttocks to sit on her heels. She pulled her kimono down further with both hands, revealing her round navel and pubic hair in the triangular area. With everything ready, she glanced down at the laser blade, picked it up with one hand, held the blade in the other, and gently stroked her lower abdomen with the other.

"Ah...ah..." Michiko groaned softly.

The commander on the other end of the screen was dumbfounded. Seppuku (ritual suicide by disembowelment) was not uncommon at that time. Due to the drastic decline in population, many foreign countries had masculinized their women. Because of frequent battles between foreign countries, there were already quite a few armies numbered by women. However, the commander had never seen anyone use seppuku as a form of enjoyment—no, it should be called masturbation.

Suddenly, Michiko's breathing quickened. Her testicles rose and fell with her rapid breathing.
Her hand movements accelerated abruptly.

"Ah!" With a scream, the laser blade pierced her lower left abdomen.

The intense pain caused Michiko's body to heave violently. A small drop of blood slowly dripped from the laser scalpel's blade onto the tatami mat.

"Ugh..." Michiko endured the intense pain, shaking her head to clear her mind. She looked down at the blade.

"Only a little bit in!" Then, with a forceful push, the scalpel plunged more than halfway into her body. The instant the tip touched her intestines, Michiko felt as if she'd been struck by an electric current.
A wave of intense heat surged through her brain. At the same time, a large amount of blood gushed out.

"Ah! Commander... Your Excellency, I'm sorry for making you... laugh..." Michiko forced a smile at the laser scalpel, enduring the excruciating pain.

"Michiko..." A strange look flickered in the commander's deep eyes. More accurately, it was excitement.

The brief pain vanished, and Michiko forcefully moved the blade horizontally to the right.

The wound widened, the laser scalpel slicing through her skin as easily as cutting tofu.
Her once flat abdomen slowly swelled as the knife penetrated it. Blood gushed out like a burst dam, splattering onto the floor more than a meter in front of her.

"Ah! Cut...seppuku..." Michiko frantically shook her head, her white kimono now mostly stained red. The blood continued to flow relentlessly...

As the knife moved further, the wound in her abdomen widened. Pink intestines, accompanied by pale yellow fat particles, slowly oozed from the wound. Her round shoulders trembled violently. Even her tightly bound legs wanted to kick helplessly. Every time the knife touched the intestines, it brought excruciating pain.

"Ah! It hurts so much...my stomach...intestines..." Michiko screamed frantically.

With a gurgling sound, her dark brown intestines slowly slid out of her body. Finally, with her stubborn will, the knife cut into her lower right abdomen. A large, straight incision appeared on her once flat lower abdomen.
Blood stained her genitals red. Michiko's face was pale, large beads of sweat sliding down her cheeks...

Suddenly, Michiko shouted, and the knife was swiftly pulled from her abdomen. Her slightly protruding belly suddenly swelled again, but then abruptly sank back in. It was like an inflated balloon that had been deflated.

"Ah!..." The intense pain almost made Michiko faint.

"Vice Commander, you have completed your seppuku. Now I will help you finish this!" Kumiko, who had been silently standing behind her, could no longer bear to watch.

At this moment, the commander on the other end of the broadcast was completely immersed in extreme excitement...

"What a wonderful seppuku..." the commander muttered involuntarily.

"Wait... a moment..." Michiko answered weakly.

Struggling to sit up straight, she suddenly reached for the wound on her abdomen with both hands. She quickly grabbed the only remaining large and small intestines in her stomach. With a forceful yank, she pulled them out!

"Ah!!!" Michiko made her final, frantic effort. With a scream, Michiko ripped out all her intestines! With her large and small intestines detached, Michiko was like an empty ball. Losing her neutrality, she collapsed forward.

"Help...me..." came a barely audible voice.

"Yes!" With Kumiko's reply, tears welling in her eyes, the laser blade fell mercilessly. Michiko's head arced gracefully through the air, landing not far from her body. "It's ...

over." The commander was completely absorbed in the passion of Michiko's seppuku...

"Huff..." The commander's eyes were bloodshot, his heavy breathing rising and falling.

Looking at Michiko lying in a pool of blood, he couldn't calm down for a long time. He couldn't imagine that such a fragile woman could possess such a resilient will. After a long while, the commander turned off the display screen in front of him. Only her slightly raised lower body seemed to be subtly telling a story...

This matter quickly reached the high command headquarters of the foreign country.

"What?! Such a thing happened! Did I hear that right?! Why didn't you stop it! You bastard..." A furious figure roared.

"Commander! It seems this was an order personally given by a Navy Commander! As for..."
Another officer of slightly lower rank hurriedly explained from behind him.

"I don't want to hear your explanation! Do you know the importance of 'Sakura Blood'?!" As he spoke, his eyes flashed like sharp daggers, making the officer feel a chill run down his spine.

"Commander! Please calm down..." The officer bowed his head respectfully.

"Commander, let me tell you! Even ten division commanders couldn't bring back a single member of 'Sakura Blood'!" The commander continued angrily.

"Yes, sir!" The commander immediately replied respectfully, not daring to breathe, standing silently.
A suffocating atmosphere filled the air, as if a tiny spark could ignite a massive explosion.

Silence! An unprecedented silence...

This incident even brought an entire foreign country to a standstill! Newspapers and magazines reported on it extensively. At the same time, the Supreme Command of the Foreign Kingdom issued an order to the military prohibiting seppuku (ritual suicide).
Seppuku could only be performed with special permission from the Supreme Command. Furthermore, only officers of division rank or above were permitted to commit seppuku; lower-ranking officers were not considered. The importance of

Chapter Two,

the "Blood of the Cherry Blossom," was self-evident, and it was even elevated to the army level by the higher command.
A large number of teenage girls were recruited into the "Sakura Blood" organization. However, only a very few girls could ultimately become true members of "Sakura Blood." Everyone felt proud and honored to eventually become a member of "Sakura Blood," and everyone trained hard.

In the training hall of "Sakura Blood," Kumiko, who had just taken over Michiko's position, was loudly reprimanding the members in front of her.

Akimoto Kumiko: Former Deputy Commander-in-Chief of the 39th Independent Naval Division of the Japanese Navy, and also Michiko's capable assistant. Born in Meiju, Japan, she is currently the highest-ranking officer of this newly formed Sakura Blood, and is 21 years old.

"Too slow! Faster!..." Kumiko urged loudly...

With her reprimand, all the members in the training hall seemed to be injected with a stimulant. They slammed and punched each other. They seemed to have completely forgotten the pain.

Ah! Ya! Ha... Although they were teenage girls, those who could enter "Sakura Blood" were generally from samurai families from a young age. Moreover, they were trained from a young age. From the moment they were born, they had no freedom, no independent thought, and some didn't even know who their parents were. All they had was obedience, and more obedience! The essence of Bushido was vividly embodied in them: the cunning of ninjas, the bravery of samurai, and loyalty to their vassal states… all deeply imprinted in their hearts.

"Nakano Yumi! Your abdominal muscles are too weak! Come here!" Kumiko's almond-shaped eyes widened as she angrily shouted at her subordinate who was training her abdominal muscles not far away.

"Yes, sir!" Nakano Yumi didn't dare to delay and quickly ran over.

Nakano Yumi: A member of this selection team. Fluent in Chinese (at that time, Chinese had long since replaced English as the world's number one language), and skilled in ninjutsu, specifically the flat-sword style. Born in Ii Province, a joint prefecture of Japan.
Due to her outstanding appearance, she was one of the most beautiful girls in this selection. Currently 18 years old.
"Take off your top! Quickly!" Kumiko seemed to have little patience.

Nakano Hiromi quickly removed her camouflage bra, revealing her beautiful breasts to everyone. Her pink nipples, like two tiny red beans, were perfectly set in the center of her breasts. The girl, perhaps a little shy, slightly raised her arms, trying to cover her exposed breasts.

"You bastard! Take your hands off me!" Kumiko scolded again.

Hearing their superior's reprimand, all the girls who were training immediately stopped. They looked at what was happening with confusion.

"Continue training!" Kumiko roared at her subordinates like a mad lion. Hearing their superior's reprimand, the subordinates, though still curious, threw themselves back into training.

At this moment, Nakano Hiromi looked like a frightened lamb, her body trembling slightly. She looked at Kumiko with terrified eyes.

"Abdominal muscles are very difficult to train! The Hirato style emphasizes speed and explosiveness! You're definitely lacking in that area! If you want to stay and eventually become a true Silver Sakura, then from today onwards you need to work twice as hard! Now I'll tell you a quick way to improve the resilience of your abdominal muscles!" Kumiko instructed sternly.

*Thud!* A heavy punch landed directly on Nakano Hiromi's fragile stomach.

"Ah!" With a cry, Nakano Hiromi felt a wave of dizziness wash over her as a searing pain quickly swept through her body, slowly transforming from heat into sheer agony. She felt as if her internal organs were about to burst out of her body. Especially her intestines; under the violent shaking, her small and large intestines rubbed against each other. The pain forced her to bend over, slumped to the ground, gasping for breath…

The intense pain distorted her once beautiful face, the muscles on her face shifting with each intestinal contraction.

"Luckily, it didn't pierce my stomach, otherwise it might have really detached from my abdominal cavity," Nakano Yumi thought to herself, writhing on the ground in pain. However, as time passed, the pain slowly transformed into a wonderful feeling, an indescribable sensation. There was even a slight sense of comfort.

"Get up! You're too weak!" Kumiko interrupted Nakano Yumi.

Nakano Yumi struggled to her feet, large beads of sweat sliding down her cheeks. (Actually, it only took a blink of an eye.)

Thud! Thud! Two more heavy punches landed in quick succession, and Nakano Yumi didn't even have time to cry out before collapsing to the ground again.

"Damn it! What kind of training method is this! It's inhuman!" Nakano Yumi lay on the ground, feeling somewhat angry. But she knew that to truly become a Silver Sakura, it was impossible without paying a price.

"Get up! Quickly!" Kumiko ignored the fallen Nakano Yumi, urging her loudly.
Nakano Yumi gritted her teeth, shook her head violently, and struggled to her feet.

And so it went, punch after punch. Before she knew it, Kumiko had thrown over 20 punches. Strangely, Nakano Hiromi, initially extremely uncomfortable, gradually grew to enjoy this almost perverse abdominal punching.

When Kumiko threw her 30th punch, Nakano Hiromi even felt a sudden heat at her vaginal opening, followed by a stream of heat shooting out and landing directly on the floor nearby.

"Ugh..." Nakano Hiromi's face flushed red, and she gasped for breath. She didn't know what the heat was (because every girl in the assessment was a virgin. This was a rule that Sakura Blood had maintained since its inception. Many people might ask, why must they be virgins? Well, keep reading). She
just felt a jolt of electricity throughout her body, an incredibly pleasurable sensation.

"Heh! You actually orgasmed!" Kumiko stood to the side, watching Nakano Hiromi lying on the ground panting, and mocked her.

"What? An orgasm?" Nakano Hiromi looked at Kumiko with disbelief, asking.
"I really like you! I believe that if you work hard, you will definitely become an excellent member of Sakura Blood in the future! Because of you..." Kumiko suddenly stopped speaking.

"Sir, what you just said..." Nakano Hiromi got up from the ground and asked.

"Alright! Don't ask anymore! That's enough for today!" She then turned to her subordinates who were training and said loudly, "Stop! This afternoon's training is over! I will give you a special training session tonight! Do you all understand?" Kumiko was still as cold and ruthless as ever. Because she knew that only in this way could excellent special agents be trained. Sakura Blood was not just a name.

"Yes, sir!" came the uniform reply.

"Alright, everyone, you've worked hard! Dismissed!" Kumiko said with a rare smile.

Just as Kumiko was about to leave, Nakano Hiromi suddenly rushed in front of her. Out of instinct, Kumiko threw a heavy punch.

This time, Nakano Hiromi was prepared. She easily dodged it.

"Ah! Sir, please stop hitting me! It was me..." Nakano Hiromi quickly explained.

"It was you? How could you be so rude?" Kumiko's face showed a hint of anger, but it vanished in an instant.

"I'm sorry, Sir..." Nakano Hiromi realized her abruptness and said, blushing.
"Never mind! Is there anything else?" Kumiko's attitude softened considerably.

"Sir, I want to know, today... that..." She said, her face showing embarrassment.
"Oh... Hehe! You'll find out tonight!" She smiled and ignored Nakano Hiromi, striding away.

Only Nakano Hiromi remained, staring blankly at Kumiko's retreating figure, lost in thought.

"We'll find out tonight...?" Nakano Yumi muttered softly.

Chapter Three: Special Training

After dinner, the trial girls entered the "special training room" one by one. Many people were discussing this special training. The special training room contained many strange objects. The girls had never seen these things before and couldn't help but feel very curious.

"Mitsuko, look what this is?" Nakata Mie asked Mitsuko, holding something that resembled a male phallus.

"I don't know either..." Mitsuko shook her head and said to Nakata Mie.

Everyone was curiously examining the various strange and unusual things they found. (Because in that era, these girls were strictly controlled from a young age. They had absolutely no opportunity to contact the outside world, and for them, there was never any chance for them to be alone with men. Even if they ultimately failed to become members of Sakura Blood, they would be ruthlessly killed to protect the secrets. There were only two kinds of people who entered Sakura Blood: one was to stay and become a regular member, and the other was to fail and be killed directly.)

At this moment, a reprimand suddenly rang out:

"Everyone assemble!" With Kumiko's order, all the girls immediately and quickly lined up in neat rows. The entire training room was silent.

Kumiko nodded in satisfaction. Then she took off her white gloves and sat up on the platform.
Looking down coldly at the girls below, she said, "Today I'm going to teach you a special skill!

Each of you must carefully experience it!" With that, she clapped her hands lightly twice. Three naked men quickly emerged from a small door beside her.

All the girls were stunned by the sight before them. Then, they immediately covered their faces with their hands, unable to look at the men. The shame made their already charming faces flush slightly, which only made them more alluring…

"Take your hands off! Look directly at the men in front of you!" Kumiko said angrily.

The girls helplessly lowered their hands, but none of them dared to look directly at the men. A few slightly bolder girls only glanced at them out of the corner of their eyes…

"Bastards! How dare you disobey!" Kumiko angrily rebuked the girls below.

The poor girls raised their heads, their faces burning red as they looked at the men before them.

Their hearts pounded wildly, and their breathing quickened. It felt as if they had fallen into a furnace…

“As members of Sakura Blood, you must first forget yourselves! You are no longer anyone’s daughter, no longer anyone’s sister or older sister. Your only thought is obedience! Obedience!” Kumiko said, her voice trembling with emotion.

“Yes, sir!” All the girls, their eyes devoid of any shyness, resolutely responded, gazing at Kumiko on the high platform.

“I can tell you clearly, as members of Sakura Blood, you not only need exceptional skills, but more importantly, you must use your beautiful bodies to conquer your enemies…” Kumiko spoke in a tone rarely heard before. There was no reprimand, only a hint of ambiguity. They looked at the three tall men with an expression as if they were birds nestled against each other.

Seeing Kumiko’s expression, the three men’s lower bodies twitched slightly, as if in response to her words.

“Alright, now I’m going to teach you how to conquer men! Watch carefully!” Kumiko said.
The girls below were bewildered, unsure of what would happen next. She felt her face growing hotter, her breathing quickening, and her heart pounding faster…

Kumiko slowly removed her military uniform, revealing skin as delicate and white as a lamb's. Unhooking her bra, a pair of slightly perky breasts were immediately displayed before everyone. Her face displayed an incredibly alluring expression. She sucked on her fingers…

swaying her hips, she slowly approached a man. She grabbed his penis.
The man, momentarily enjoying the sensation, let out a soft "Ah!"

This made Kumiko even more pleased. She immediately squatted down, gently stroking his penis with her hand, looking at him with a lewd expression, occasionally letting out moans of "Ah… Ah," while her hand moved to his genitals, constantly fiddling with them.

The man cooperated, closing his eyes and enjoying the sensation. He also involuntarily made "Uh" and "Ah" sounds, as if responding.

A moment later, Kumiko suddenly brought her mouth close to his penis and gently licked it with the tip of her tongue.

"Ah…" the man cried out in pleasure.

The girls below were also aroused, feeling incredibly uncomfortable. They were panting, some even experiencing a surge of desire.

"What's wrong with me? I've never felt this way before..." Mitsuko murmured to herself.

"I... I'm so hot... Mitsuko... it's so... itchy down there... ah..." Nakata Mie whispered to Mitsuko, sharing the same feeling.

Kumiko glanced at the girls' expressions, smiled slightly, and began to suck on the large glans
with a heavy, almost carefree motion, as if eating a lollipop.

The sucking intensified, increasing in speed and pressure. Kumiko's moans became increasingly irresistible.
The men were completely captivated by Kumiko's exquisite oral skills, experiencing unparalleled pleasure.

The girls below could no longer contain themselves...

imitating Kumiko, many had already inserted their hands into their genitals, some rubbing, some fiddling, and some even inserting their fingers. Instantly, the training room was filled with the sounds of moans and groans… For these virgins, this was torture, but a wonderful kind of torture…

Suddenly, the man's breathing became more rapid, and his expression became extremely complex. His already large penis now undulated even more…

Kumiko's moans also increased several decibels at this moment. Clearly, both of them were close to orgasm…

“Ah!” A thick stream of semen spurted out, directly onto Kumiko's face.

Kumiko wiped the semen residue from her cheeks, slowly stood up, and bowed slightly to the man.

“Thank you for your hard work…”

The man nodded slightly in return and stood aside.

“What I just demonstrated was ‘oral sex,’ said to have been invented by the ancient Chinese… and it’s also a woman’s ultimate weapon! Every man wants a woman to give him oral sex! So, remember this! How I just did it!” Kumiko shouted to the girls.

The girls nodded in response. Now, every girl's gaze was fixed on a man's penis, and several even wanted to try it themselves. However, no one dared to say it aloud.

Kumiko nodded in satisfaction and then walked towards the other two men. The two men, as if knowing what to do, slowly approached Kumiko...

Their engorged penises, stimulated, stood erect like two Gallic roosters, awaiting their master's command...

Kumiko glanced at the women, then lay down on the floor in a wanton manner. The two men then crawled onto the floor as well. One of them gently teased Kumiko's vulva with his fingers, which greatly excited her. Kumiko

's breathing quickened, and wanton moans filled the room...

Another man grabbed Kumiko's large breasts and sucked on them repeatedly...

"Ah...oh..." Kumiko moaned, enjoying the sensations from the two men.

"Fuck me! Please..." Kumiko pleaded with the man in front of her, her voice trembling.

The man ignored her, picked up a dildo, and thrust it hard into Kumiko's vagina.
"Ah..." Kumiko screamed even more frantically.

As the frequency of the dildo's thrusts increased, Kumiko's screams grew louder and louder.

The girls below couldn't take it anymore! Some used their hands to thrust into their vaginas, while others vigorously rubbed their breasts. Cries of "Mmm" and "Ah" rose and fell, endlessly...

After playing for a while, the man put down the dildo. Then, he spat a mouthful of saliva onto Kumiko's already engorged vulva and thrust his large penis inside.

Kumiko rolled her eyes, moaning incessantly…

“Fuck me! Quick! I’m going to die… Ah!” Another man thrust his large penis deep into Kumiko’s anus!

“Ah!” Perhaps from the pain, Kumiko suddenly screamed.

The three of them began a thrilling “flesh-and-blood battle” in front of many girls

, who went even crazier! This time, they used two fingers, three fingers, to forcefully poke their genitals. Gushes of vaginal fluid gushed out. An absolutely spectacular scene!

Mitsuko, perhaps feeling that using her hands wasn’t enough, picked up the dildo next to her and prepared to stab it hard into her vagina.

“Bastard!” The man who had been standing there without saying a word suddenly rushed in front of Mitsuko, knocked her to the ground, and snatched the dildo from her hand.

“Ah!” Mitsuko was punched in the stomach and immediately fell to the ground.

“Listen up! Each of you is a virgin, and you cannot break that virginity before receiving the mission!” the man said angrily.

Mitsuko collapsed to the ground in agony, listening to the scolding.

"Can't we destroy it?" Mitsuko was somewhat confused.

At this moment, Kumiko and the two men were also nearing the end of their intercourse.

"Fuck me! Fuck my cunt raw! Thrust it into my abdomen! I'm going to die... Ah!..." Kumiko screamed desperately.

The girls looked at Kumiko's expression and masturbated even more vigorously...

The two large penises rhythmically went in and out, while the men also made "Ah" sounds.

"I'm coming! My cunt is being fucked raw by you..." Kumiko shouted excitedly.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" The three cried out almost simultaneously. Thick semen gushed into Kumiko's body, and at this moment, Kumiko also climaxed. Her whole body felt as if she had been electrocuted, her eyes rolled back wide. She let out a miserable howl. A stream of vaginal fluid spurted out from her swollen vaginal opening. Trembling and panting heavily…

the two men, like deflated balloons, slowly stood up, their once large, lifeless penises now shriveled.

After a short while, Kumiko slowly recovered from the excitement of her orgasm. She stood up and bowed slightly to the two men.

“Thank you for your hard work…” Kumiko said weakly.

The two men returned the bow slightly and stood aside.

Kumiko dressed and went to the top of the platform.

“That was sexual intercourse! That's the union of a man and a woman! I understand that you are both virgins and haven't experienced this before. I saw your reactions! It's difficult for both parties to reach orgasm! You'll understand later! Your virginity is precious! You must stay away from men until you receive your mission!” Kumiko said excitedly.

The girls blushed and nodded, still feeling a little unsatisfied.

Kumiko glanced at the girls and continued, "Now I will test each of you. If I find that any of you are not virgins, then..." Her eyes hardened, and she turned to look at the three men.

The three men, as if prepared, nodded simultaneously.

Kumiko held many small chips and distributed them to each girl.

"Insert the chips into your genitals!" Kumiko commanded.

The girls inserted the chips one by one.

Suddenly, a beeping sound came from one girl's body, followed by another, and then three in a row.

Kumiko frowned. Then her gaze swept over the three girls like a sharp blade.
"Mayuko, Minori, Setsuko, you three, step forward!" Kumiko roared, as if she wanted to devour them.

All the girls stared at Kumiko in terror…

The three men, unaware of what was happening, walked towards Kumiko step by step.

Kumiko sized up the three girls standing before her. Each one was truly stunningly beautiful: a beauty that could shame the moon and put the flowers to shame. Kumiko shook her head, feeling a pang of regret. At this moment,

three men standing behind Kumiko slowly approached them.

“Execute the order…” Kumiko didn’t look at the three girls anymore, turning her head to look out the window…

“Ah!” Mayuko Mayuko rolled her eyes in pain, her neck being gripped tightly by a man’s hands. Unable to breathe, she gasped for air.

All the girls watched this scene in horror, not a sound uttered. An

eerie silence…

“Cough… cough…” Mayuko Mayuko coughed intermittently. Her face, distorted by suffocation, looked grotesquely contorted…

“Drip, drip,” urine trickled down her thighs from her genitals. She had lost control of her bladder due to extreme tension.

Suddenly, the man smiled slightly, crossed his arms, and pulled hard. With a “snap,” Mayuko Mayuko froze.

The old man picked the melon cleanly and efficiently. Mayuko Mayuko’s head was now turned back to the back of her neck. White foam oozed from her mouth, her eyes looking upwards in terror. Urine mingled with feces, gushing from her genitals…

The man finally released his hands, and Mayuko Mayuko’s body slid down…

The other two girls were stunned by the sight! A sense of helplessness filled their eyes…
They knew they would die, but they never imagined they would die at the hands of their own people.

Before they could think, a "thud" was heard as a fist plunged deep into Minori's abdomen. The intense pain contorted Minori's face instantly.

"Ah!..." Minori howled in agony, looking down in disbelief at the fist embedded in her body. Her large eyes stared at the man before her, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of her mouth, her face displaying an expression of utter disbelief.

"Ah... my intestines hurt so much... ugh..." Minori screamed loudly.

The man gave her no chance, gripping the hand embedded in her body and forcefully pulling it out!
"Whoosh..." A long string of large and small intestines, along with the duodenum, was easily pulled out of her body.
Minori screamed in agony, but it was all in vain. Staring at the man before her, blood continued to gush from her mouth. The pink small intestines and dark brown large intestines, illuminated by the room's lights, appeared dazzling, like a fine exhibit.

Minori collapsed to her knees, her body convulsing, her eyes unfocused...
Finally, she stopped struggling and convulsing, her pupils slowly dilating...

The man tossed the intestines aside, glanced at Minori lying on the ground, and kicked her.
Two female corpses, a group of girls—the room was now filled with the stench of blood. Many of the girls covered their mouths and noses, uncomfortable with the smell.

The intestines on the floor were still writhing; perhaps they really wanted to return to Minori's body...

A terrifying atmosphere filled the room; no one spoke, and it was eerily quiet once more!

Setsuko Setsuko was completely devastated, staring at the two people lying in pools of blood. Her eyes were filled with fear and confusion.

"No! I don't want to die like this! No!" she roared, rushing towards the door of the special training room, preparing to break out. *Whoosh!* Kumiko, standing not far away, pulled the trigger. The laser gun pierced through Setsuko Setsuko's back, exiting through her left chest...

The laser bullet shot out from her nipple, tearing it to pieces. Blood splattered high...

Setsuko Setsuko's body stopped, blood gushing from her mouth. Instinctively, she turned around, glaring at Kumiko with venomous eyes, a muffled sound escaping her throat...

"I...am...not...willing..." she murmured, her gaze fixed on Kumiko.

After Setsuko finished speaking, her eyes suddenly rolled back, and she collapsed to the ground. Blood gushed from the wound on her chest. Her body convulsed, and she coughed repeatedly. Blood stained her chest and splattered on the ground...

Kumiko shook her head helplessly.

"Sigh... Class dismissed!" she said, her voice trembling slightly...

One by one, the girls inserted their chips.

Suddenly, a beeping sound came from one girl's body, followed by another, and then three in a row.

Kumiko's brows furrowed slightly. Then her gaze swept over the three girls like a sharp blade.
"Mayuko Mayuko, Minori Minori, Setsuko Setsuko, you three, step forward!" Kumiko roared, as if she wanted to devour them.

All the girls stared at Kumiko in terror...

The three girls, unaware of what was happening, walked step by step towards Kumiko.

Kumiko glanced at the three girls standing before her. Each one was truly stunningly beautiful: a beauty that could shame the moon and put the flowers to shame. Kumiko shook her head, feeling a pang of regret.

At that moment, three men standing behind Kumiko slowly approached them.

"Execute the order..." Kumiko didn't look at the three girls anymore, turning her head to look out the window...

"Ah!" Mayuko Mayuko rolled her eyes in pain, her neck being gripped tightly by a man's hands. Unable to breathe, she desperately gasped for air.

All the girls watched this scene in horror, not a sound uttered.

An eerie silence...

"Cough...cough..." Mayuko Mayuko coughed intermittently. Her face, distorted by suffocation, looked grotesque...

"Drip, drip," urine trickled down her thighs from her genitals. She had lost control of her bladder due to extreme tension.

Suddenly, the man smiled slightly, crossed his hands, and tightened his grip. With a snap, Mayuko Mayuko lay motionless.

The old man had picked the melon cleanly and efficiently. Mayuko Mayuko's head was now turned back to the back of her neck. White foam oozed from her mouth, her eyes staring upwards in terror. Urine mingled with feces, gushing from her lower body…

The man finally released his grip, and Mayuko Mayuko's body slid down…

The other two girls were stunned by the sight! A look of helplessness crossed their eyes…
They knew they would die, but they never imagined they would die at the hands of their own people.

Without time to think, a "thud" was heard as a fist plunged deep into Minori Minori's abdomen. The intense pain contorted Minori Minori's face instantly.

"Ah!..." Minori Minori howled in pain, looking down in disbelief at the fist embedded in her body. Her large eyes stared at the man before her, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, her face contorted in disbelief.

"Ah... my intestines hurt so much... ugh..." Minori Minori screamed.

The man gave her no chance, gripping the hand embedded in her body and yanking it out forcefully!
"Whoosh..." A large string of large and small intestines, along with the duodenum, was easily pulled out of her body.
Minori Minori howled in pain, but it was all in vain. Looking at the man before her, blood continued to gush from her mouth. The pink small intestine and dark brown large intestine, illuminated by the indoor lights, appeared so dazzling, like a fine exhibit.

Minori Minori collapsed to her knees, her body convulsing, her eyes unfocused…
Finally, she stopped struggling and convulsing, her pupils slowly dilating…

The man tossed the intestines aside, glanced at Minori Minori lying on the ground, and kicked them.
Two female corpses, a group of girls—the room was filled with the stench of blood. Many of the girls covered their mouths and noses, uncomfortable with the smell.

The intestines on the floor were still writhing; perhaps they really wanted to return to Minori Minori's body…

A terrifying atmosphere filled the room; no one spoke, it was eerily quiet once more!

Setsuko Setsuko had completely broken down, staring at the two lying in a pool of blood. Her eyes were filled with fear and confusion.

"No! I don't want to die like this! No!" she roared, rushing towards the door of the special training room, preparing to break out. *Whoosh!* Kumiko, standing not far away, pulled the trigger. The laser gun pierced Setsuko's back without missing a beat, exiting through her left breast...

The laser bullet shot out from her nipple, tearing it to pieces. Blood splattered high...

Setsuko stopped, blood gushing from her mouth. Instinctively turning her head, she glared at Kumiko with venomous eyes, a muffled sound escaping her throat...

"I...am...not...willing..." she murmured, staring intently at Kumiko.

After saying this, Setsuko's eyes suddenly rolled back, and she collapsed to the ground. Blood gushed from the wound on her chest. Her body convulsed, coughing...coughing sounds escaping her lips. Blood stained her chest, splattering the ground...

Kumiko shook her head helplessly.

"Sigh... Class dismissed!" Her voice trembled slightly as she said this...

One by one, the girls left, leaving only Kumiko standing there. Gazing at the moonlight outside the window, she fell into deep thought...

Chapter Four: Life vs. Death

In the blink of an eye, the training camp was almost over. The girls were all making their final efforts...
Kumiko was staring blankly at the form in her hand, her mind racing.

Suddenly, the electronic display in front of her interrupted her. Kumiko frowned slightly; clearly, she wasn't happy about being disturbed at this time.

"Kumiko!" A cold male voice came from the other end of the display. The speaker was sitting with his back to the display, so his face wasn't visible. However, Kumiko recognized the voice immediately. "Yes, sir!"

Kumiko replied respectfully, her earlier displeasure vanishing instantly.

"When will the final assessment take place?" At this moment, the man slowly turned around. A man with a knife scar on his face, dressed in the uniform of a high-ranking general from a foreign country, spoke calmly.

"Commander! The final assessment is scheduled for the day after tomorrow. There are 100 girls in this training camp. Seven of them died in accidents during training, and the three who failed the virginity assessment have been executed on the spot. There are still 90 left...

" "Hmm! Better than I expected! Kumiko, make sure to screen them strictly!" The commander's serious eyes revealed a hint of confidence.

"Yes, sir! Please rest assured, Commander! I guarantee everything will be perfect!" Kumiko answered confidently. At the same time, she rubbed the list in her hand even more vigorously.

"I will be there then!" After saying that, the figure on the display screen disappeared instantly.

"Yes, sir... Respectfully seeing off Commander!" Kumiko stood up respectfully and said.

"Phew..." Kumiko breathed a sigh of relief. She glanced at the girls who were training and silently left...

The final moment finally arrived. The girls stood outside the assessment field, full of energy and confidence, waiting. Many armed guards stood by the assessment field, silently watching them.

"Naniko..." Minako Mihoko said, looking at Naniko beside her with her big eyes.

"Hmm..." Naniko replied casually.

"Tell me, what exactly is this final assessment about? Why are there so many armed guards? I have a bad feeling..." Minako Mihoko said, touching a strand of her hair.

Shimada Naniko is a member of this selection team. Fluent in Chinese, Saga style. Born in Ii Prefecture, United Frontier Region, Japan. Because of her introverted personality and considerable beauty, she is known as: Ice Beauty. Currently 19 years old.

"You talk too much!" Naniko rolled her eyes at her.

"Sigh... You're like an ice cube all day long..." Minako Mihoko complained.

"The instructor is here..." someone said.

Silence immediately descended, and no one spoke, all silently watching Kumiko approach from afar.

Kumiko was wearing a summer training uniform today, its tightness perfectly outlining her streamlined figure. It also made her already full breasts appear even firmer, with her nipples faintly visible. The blood-red insignia on her hat, reflected in the sunlight, seemed to drip with blood. The blood cherry blossom insignia on her arm also foreshadowed her identity.

The girls looked at Kumiko with a mixture of envy and fear. They too dreamed of becoming a Blood Cherry Blossom, but who knew the price that would be paid? ...

Kumiko slowly ascended the steps, looking down at the girls below...

The girls met her gaze with expectant eyes...

Kumiko removed her gloves, her gaze sweeping over everyone below...

"I must admit you are all excellent! I hope you can all stay! But..." Kumiko paused abruptly.

Hearing the word "but," the girls felt a little nervous (as mentioned before, there were only two kinds of people: those who stayed and those who were killed). At this critical juncture, how could Kumiko's words not make them tense?

"But only half of you can survive and truly become members of the organization! So the other half..." Kumiko paused again.

All the girls understood completely; they now realized the meaning of this so-called final test.
Kumiko looked at the girls, each one stunningly beautiful, like celestial beings.

"The test will now begin. Those whose names are called, step forward! Collect your keys!" Kumiko commanded, her face expressionless.

"Test Field 1: Natsuki vs. Hanako;

Test Field 2: Saeko vs. Sayaka; Test

Field 3..."

Kumiko loudly read the list, as if afraid someone wouldn't hear her. A tense atmosphere hung in the air…

The girls were gradually separated into pairs according to the match-up order on the roster. Holding their keys, they stood in line, waiting.

As the groups were formed, only Shimada Nanako, Minako Mihoko, and two other girls remained on the field. The two girls looked at each other, silent, simply awaiting their fate. They had been best friends since childhood, training and growing together for many years. Despite Shimada Nanako's usual cold demeanor, she always considered Minako Mihoko her best friend. They couldn't even imagine what was about to happen...

"Examination Field 44: Seiko vs. Kaoru Kaoru;

Examination Field 45: Shimada Nanako vs. Minako Mihoko...

" Kumiko's words were like two wind-blown swords, piercing deeply into the hearts of the two girls. There was no blood, but it was more painful than if the swords had actually pierced their chests...

The two silently stared at each other...

"If I die, please give this to my family..." Minako Mihoko said, tears streaming down her cheeks. She took a jade pendant from her bosom and handed it to Shimada Nanako.

A tear also appeared in Shimada Nanako's eyes, but it vanished in an instant. Because she didn't want to cry, and she didn't want her friends to see her cry, she could only silently hold back her tears...

Taking the jade pendant, the two lined up in their assigned positions.

Kumiko stuffed the list into her pocket, glanced at the girls again, and said, "Alright, everyone! You know the matchups for the assessment! Now I'll announce the final assessment requirements!" A murderous glint appeared on Kumiko's face as she said this.

The girls' hearts were pounding in their throats, their large eyes fixed on Kumiko. Although they could already guess what was about to happen, they still clung to a last glimmer of hope…
"That is, kill the opponent…" and thus become a true member of the Sakura Blood," Kumiko said calmly.

Although Kumiko's words were calm, each girl was still surprised after hearing them. They looked at each other, then at Kumiko with pleading eyes and disbelief…

"Alright, you can go now. Good luck…" Kumiko said weakly, then turned and walked into the assessment area without looking back.

"No!" Aimi shouted from the crowd.

"Bastard! Get back here!" The guards beside her immediately pointed their guns at Aimi, shouting orders.

"I don't want to die like this! I won't kill my sisters! Why? Why..." Aimi shook her head desperately, screaming at the top of her lungs, and started running towards the door...
"Boom!" Aimi stepped heavily on the landmine, her legs instantly blown to pieces, and she was thrown high into the air by the blast like a kite with a broken string before crashing to the ground.
"Gulp... gurgle..." Aimi seemed to want to say something. Blood kept flowing from the corners of her mouth, her large eyes staring at the guards, filled with fear and resentment... At this moment, the girl's legs were gone, two gruesome bloody holes gushing blood, and the girl struggled painfully on the ground...

"Ah... ah..." She groaned helplessly on the ground, her hands tightly gripping the grass. Blood stained the lawn beneath her...

"Trying to escape! Hmph! According to the rules, if one side tries to escape, the other side is executed!" The guards quickly grabbed Arisa, who was in the same group as Aimi.

"Please let me end it all!" Arisa pleaded, kneeling on the ground.

"You have no right!" the guard replied coldly.

"Please! Let me die with dignity!" Arisa begged.

"Take her away first!" Kumiko had appeared before them without them noticing.

"Thank you, Instructor..." Arisa said gratefully to Kumiko.

"The assessment begins now! All personnel, proceed to your assigned assessment areas immediately! Anyone who disobeys will be executed on the spot!" Kumiko roared.

The girls were utterly devastated...

Kumiko glanced at her watch and then sounded the alarm!

"Listen up, everyone! Kill your opponent in the shortest time possible! Don't try to stall! If either of you fails to kill the other within three minutes, then... you must all die! Remember! Three minutes... After you kill your opponent, the alarm will automatically deactivate! And you will become a true Silver Sakura!" Kumiko issued her final command into the microphone...

her voice echoed in the minds of every girl like a demon's roar...

The girls looked around the room; it wasn't large. Only a dim light flickered, like a ghostly flame from hell, emitting a ghostly blue glow. Various killing weapons were laid out in the center of the room: katana, desert eagle, axe, chainsaw...

Suddenly, the alarm for room number 4 deactivated. The door slowly opened, and a girl, covered in blood, walked out. Her eyes revealed a sorrowful look. In her left hand, she carried the severed head of another girl...

Inside room number 4, a headless female corpse lay in a pool of blood. Her clothes were torn, deep scratches marred her breasts, and she held a Desert Eagle, her finger still on the trigger. But she had no chance to fire…

Blood gushed from her headless neck, spraying directly into the dim light. The entire room was instantly filled with a strong stench of blood…

“32 seconds…” Kumiko glanced at the timer and whispered.

Time ticked by…

The alarm for number 20 was deactivated.

Blood was everywhere in the room. A young girl still held a katana, but a round bullet hole pierced her forehead, blood mingling with yellowish brain matter gushing out. She hadn't fallen; the tip of her katana was just a hair's breadth away from piercing her opponent's abdomen. But she would never have the chance.

Staring menacingly at her opponent, blood streaming from her ears, eyes, mouth, and nose…

Then, the alarms for rooms 18, 26, 17… were deactivated one by one. Similarly, one by one, blood-soaked girls emerged from the rooms.

In room 38, Kahorikari silently watched Ayano.

“Do it!” Kahorikari urged.

“We really have to…” Ayano answered in a trembling voice, her eyes fixed on Kahorikari in disbelief, as if pleading for something.

“One of us has to die! You know that!!!” Kahorikari roared angrily, hoping to rouse her.

“Why! Waaah…” Ayano cried out.

Kahorikari glanced at her watch; a minute and a half had passed.

"If this continues, we'll both die! You bastard!" Kahorikari angrily shook Ayano's shoulders, shouting at her.

"Sister... Waaah... I don't want to... die," Ayano knelt before Kahorikari, crying and pleading...

"I'm sorry..." Kahorikari said, plunging the short sword in her hand deep into Ayano's abdomen.
"Ah... Sister... You..." Ayano grabbed the short sword that had suddenly pierced her abdomen.

Kahorikari turned her head away; she couldn't bear to face the little sister who called her sister. Just last night, they were singing together, singing "Sakura"...

"Sister..." The intense pain contorted Ayano's once angelic face, large beads of sweat rolling down her forehead and splashing onto Kahorika's instep...

"Don't blame me, sister!" With that, the sword tip plunged downwards with tremendous force, instantly severing Ayano's abdomen. Blood gushed out, spraying directly onto Kahorika's face and clothes... Ayano

stared in agony, her eyes rolling upwards, coughing and vomiting from the blood... A

moment later, Kahorika pulled the long sword deeply embedded in Ayano's abdomen.

"Ah!" Ayano screamed like a demon! Intestines slowly oozed from the wound. A section of large intestine still dangled from the tip of Kahorikari's sword, pulled from Ayano's body along with pale yellow fat granules…

“Sister… Sister…” Ayano collapsed in a pool of blood, convulsing in agony, desperately calling out.

“Sakura Sakura…” Kahorikari stood up slowly, expressionless, her blood reflecting the eerie blue light, creating a chilling and terrifying sight. Without looking back, she sang "Sakura," the song she and Ayano had sung yesterday, and walked towards the door...

"2:01 seconds..." Kumiko muttered to herself expressionlessly...

As each room door opened, only the alarm in the last room remained...
...

In Examination Room 45, Shimada Nanako silently watched Minako Mihoko in front of her. Time ticked by...

The dim blue light reflected on their cold faces, making them seem like two ice sculptures. Their eyes met, silently looking at each other...

"Countdown begins, the current time is 2 minutes and 30 seconds... 30..." The announcement suddenly rang out in the room.

Kumiko, sitting in the room, frowned slightly.

"Are the cherry blossoms in my hometown blooming now?" Minako Mihoko asked, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"Hmm...it must be beautiful..." Shimada Nanako lowered her head and said coldly.

"Do you remember the photo we took together under the cherry blossom tree last year? Look, this is our photo, I've always kept it with me..." Minako Mihoko's eyes were filled with beautiful memories, she held the photo in her hand and gently stroked it, tears dripping onto the photo, but her face always wore a smile.

"18, 17..." The announcement kept echoing in their ears.

"Nanako, if there's an afterlife, will we still be sisters?... " Looking at Shimada Nanako, "We'll always be best sisters! Forever!" At this moment, Shimada Nanako's heart was breaking...

"Ah!... " With a piercing scream, a sharp samurai sword pierced Minako Mihoko's chest, instantly piercing her heart, the tip emerging from her back. Minako Mihoko, overwhelmed by the intense pain, bent over, one hand on the ground, crouching down. Blood dripped from the blade...
dripping onto the two photos lying on the ground...

"No!... " Shimada Nanako rushed towards Minako Mihoko, who was crouching on the ground, convulsing in pain. She pulled her into her arms... tears streaming down her face.

"Sigh...friendship..." Seeing this scene, Kumiko was moved by the friendship between the two and shook her head slightly. If there had been no war, perhaps their lives would have been completely different...
"Don't...be sad! I...will...bless...you...in...heaven
...cough...cough..." A mouthful of blood spurted from Minako Mihoko's mouth.

"Why were you so foolish! Why! Waaah..." Shimada Nanako could no longer suppress her inner pain and cried.

"You...must...live...well...on...the...days..." Minako Mihoko said with difficulty, while tightly grasping Shimada Nanako's hand...

"I don't want you to die! Get up! Get up!" Shimada Nanako shook the dying Minako Mihoko almost frantically.

"I...I...cough...cough..." Minako Mihoko coughed up large amounts of blood, her face pale as she looked at Shimada Nanako.

"I promise you! Waaah..." Shimada Nanako choked out her reply.

"The...photo..." Minako Mihoko weakly raised her hand, trying to grab the photo that had fallen to the ground.

"Here!" Shimada Nanako quickly picked up the photo and handed it to Minako Mihoko.
"Go...home..." A faint, almost inaudible voice escaped from Minako Mihoko's slightly open mouth, but a faint smile appeared on her face. Then, Minako Mihoko's head fell, lying peacefully next to Shimada Nanako, as if she had fallen asleep quietly, while the merciless blood continued to flow...

The alarm was lifted at this moment.

"We...go...home," Shimada Nanako said, picking up Minako Mihoko and slowly getting up. Holding their photos, she walked expressionlessly towards the door...

By this time, all the fighting was over, and the surviving girls, covered in blood, entered the hall expressionlessly. No one had a single expression on their face; everyone seemed to have suffered a great shock...

Kumiko slowly entered the hall, looking at each of the girls present.

"You did very well! From today onwards, you are true Silver Blood members! Congratulations!" Kumiko said, a rare smile appearing on her face.

But none of the girls showed any excitement or even the slightest expression on their faces; they stood frozen in place like a pile of wood…

“Alright, go back and rest!” Kumiko gave the final order and quickly left…
In the dimly lit cell, Arisa slumped against the wall, dazed and confused. She really didn’t want to die like this… She was unwilling, so unwilling… Recalling her previous happy life, tears streamed down her face. It wasn’t that she was afraid of death, but that such a death was meaningless to her…

Arisa was a member of this selection team. Fluent in Chinese, recently sent to Japan. Born in Sasaka Prefecture, Japan. Served in the Japanese Girls’ Corps. Currently 18 years old.

Suddenly, the cell door opened.

“Arisa, come out!” the guard said coldly.

“Yes, sir!” Arisa got up and walked out of the cell.

Two guards led Arisa Arisa to the interrogation room, where Kumiko, who had been waiting, silently observed Arisa.

"Sir, we've brought you here!" the guard reported respectfully.

"Hmm… You may all leave now!" Kumiko ordered.

"Yes, sir!" the guard quickly left.

Now, only Kumiko and Arisa remained in the room. Kumiko carefully examined Arisa for a while, then gently tapped the table.

Hearing the tap, Arisa slowly raised her head. Her lifeless eyes revealed her current state of mind.

"According to regulations, you are to be executed…" Kumiko said calmly, looking at Arisa.
"Sir… I don't want to die like this!"

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