Chapter 6064
Harvey wasn’t thinking about the Budokan’s situation for the time being. He blended into the crowd, and headed inside the Kendo Hall that just opened.
The place was recently renovated, but the smell was covered by air fresheners.
Harvey glanced around, and saw almost two hundred parents and their children gathered in a tight space.
Since the children didn’t understand history very well, they were heavily brainwashed by cartoons of the Island Nations. They showed looks of curiosity and excitement the entire time they were inside.
Harvey frowned without saying a word.
Invading the country through cartoons and games was one of the Island Nations’ main goals.
Schemes like this weren’t easy to deal with.
After all, they were only selling products without revealing their true goals publicly.
This was a normal thing to do in the marketplace.
More importantly, shameless businessmen in the country would usually pretend not to see the malicious intent, pretending to be kind. Some of them even treated the invasion as a form of exchange between cultures.
It felt as if everyone had already forgotten what the Island Nations had done to the country.
Harvey sighed secretly. Just then, a loud clamor took place.
“I heard the person who opened the Kendo Hall belongs to the head of the Six Schools of Martial Arts, the Shinto Way!
“If our children can learn from the Shinto Way and earn prizes internationally, they’d turn out more promising when they study abroad!
“What? We have to sign up here!”
The parents of Country H were simple people.
For their children’s bright future-for them to reach greater heights, they were willing to sacrifice anything. Even if they didn’t understand the Shinto Way very well, they still decided to enroll their children here.
A few men with center-parted hair stood in a corner while glaring wretchedly at the people around them.
In their eyes, these people were strong leeks ripe for the picking.
To win them over completely, the men had clearly made a lot of moves.
Harvey squinted in a corner, waiting to see what the Shinto Way planned to do.
It was already half past seven in the evening.
A dozen figures stood on top of the temporary platform. Some of them were ninjas, while others were people from Country H.
A man in his thirties covered by a robe sat in the very middle. The man was about five-foot-six, and was looking down from the platform.
Dignity and dominance could be seen in his eyes. He didn’t seem to care for the people around him at all.
Soon after, a host who looked like he was from the country came out soon after.
He was wearing traditional clothing of the Island Nations, and had middle-parted hair; he held a mic, and wore a prideful expression.
“Shhh! Quiet!”
