Lu PingAn had never visited Sakurajima in his previous life, but as someone from that era who had tried plenty of anime and games in his youth, he knew a thing or two about its culture.
Back then, he had actually considered taking girls there to look at cosplay—but definitely not this kind.
"Reclaim our homeland, one, two!"
"Defend our homes and country, one, two!"
"Never forget our national humiliation, one, two!"
"Yamato shall not perish, one, two! Louder! Again!"
As a group of students who looked far too young to be adults ran past, shouting Sakurajima's slogans, they wore old Sakura-style Samurai Armor. The sight was surreal no matter how he looked at it.
And everywhere he looked, there were scenes like this. So many excessively young figures, with bodies clearly lacking training, yet clad in weaponry that seemed far too antiquated and bulky.
Universal militarization? Well, at the very least, universal reserves. They might truly be preparing to burn through all their young blood. No wonder that no matter how many expatriates came here, even more people chose to leave the city.
At that moment, Lu PingAn could not help recalling an ancient joke he had seen on a forum in his previous life. If a certain island sank, its survivors could still live pretty well by making entertainment and anime.
But reality was far crueler than a dark joke. Once things had reached this point, who would still have the mindset for entertainment? The pressure of survival was maxed out.
"One person enlists, and the whole family is honored!"
"Join us! Not only can you become a transcendent without risking your life, but you will also receive generous pay!"
"Now is the turning point of history. We will surely return to the homeland that belongs to us!"