Japan, Hiroshima Fishing Village.
At six in the evening, the sun set, and the last trace of the sunset vanished entirely, bringing along the engulfing darkness.
However, in the central square of this fishing village, there was a blaze raging. Thick smoke was billowing.
This small square is usually for villagers to celebrate major festivals with bonfires. At this moment, it was crowded with people, but all their gazes were unbearably awkward and tense.
Right in front of the large bonfire built in the center of the square, Tsuruta Xiong was tied to a wooden stick. Although there was some distance from the bonfire, at this moment, Tsuruta Xiong was already drenched in sweat, as if he was about to be scorched.
In the crowd, Tsuruta Wu, who was held immobile by several thugs, was tearfully crying out, "Brother!!! Let go of my brother!!!!"
