The technical director turned around, bowed to Princess Mieko, and asked with a puzzled expression.
Thus, Princess Mieko, lost in her own thoughts, snapped back to attention.
Her face flushed slightly, and her voice was filled with a veiled excuse as she said, "No… nothing, just take a screenshot."
"Hai, Princess," although he found Princess Mieko a bit strange at the moment, this technical director knew one thing.
That was what he should and should not know.
And this was clearly something he should not know.
So he nodded to the princess and began to act as instructed.
Just as these technicians were busy and the princess was momentarily unobserved, her brow furrowed suddenly.
She muttered to herself, her tone very complex.
"It's you, so it's you, but why would you…"
Princess Mieko kept repeating this sentence.
She didn't even notice that the technicians in front of her had already completed the work she had assigned.
Seeing the princess in a daze, the technicians exchanged glances.
Finally, the head of this group of technicians, mustering his courage, spoke up and asked Princess Mieko.
"Princess, I'm sorry, your voice was too quiet, I didn't hear your order clearly, could you repeat it?"
Princess Mieko, lost in her thoughts, was disturbed once again.
A hint of a helpless wry smile on her beautiful face, she waved her hand at the technical director and said weakly.
"It's nothing, I was just talking to myself."
Then, she added, "Print this screenshot for me and keep it, and then you can all go."
It was evident that Chen Fan's appearance with a sword had greatly affected Princess Mieko's emotions.
Of course, Princess Mieko was not the only one whose emotions were affected by this short video.
At this moment, Mitsui Kenji, who was older and not fond of the internet, stood dumbfounded at the port.
Although not much time had passed, he had watched Miyamoto Shenmaru sail away with his own eyes!
So Mitsui Kenji was filled with doubt at this moment!
"What happened to our ship? Why did we just watch their ship sail away!" Mitsui Kenji frowned tightly and pulled a Self-Defense Force soldier next to him to ask.
Suddenly questioned by Mitsui Kenji, the young soldier was momentarily unable to answer.
"I… I'll call them, okay?" The young soldier trembled, startled by Mitsui Kenji.
"Go! Hurry up and go!" Mitsui Kenji, impatient, pushed the soldier aside.
Instantly, the young soldier became busy, hastily taking out a wireless radio to call the Self-Defense Force soldiers on the small fishing boat.
However, after several minutes of calling, they still could not establish contact with the soldiers on the fishing boat.
"Reporting, President Mitsui, we've lost contact with the ship!" The young soldier's voice began to tremble as he ran back to report the situation to Mitsui Kenji.
Upon hearing this, Mitsui Kenji suddenly had a bad feeling.
"Send someone to check immediately!" Mitsui Kenji waved to a soldier beside him, his voice heavy.
Upon hearing Mitsui Kenji's words, the soldier breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hai!"
After agreeing, the soldier began to gather people and borrow another boat from the fishermen.
Before long, a small team of about a hundred people was organized and set sail for the sea.
The Miyamoto Shenmaru, piloted by Chen Fan, had a propulsion that the small fishing boat could not match.
By the time this new small fishing boat reached its destination, Chen Fan was long gone.
After assessing the situation, the small team rushed back to report to Mitsui Kenji.
"Report, President! We've been annihilated!"
Hearing the report from his subordinate, Mitsui Kenji was filled with hatred and cursed in anger!
"Baka! Who did this!"
Seeing his furious outburst, the Self-Defense Force soldiers dared not provoke him.
They stood aside in fear, lest they be caught in the crossfire when Mitsui Kenji vented his rage.
Just as everyone was avoiding Mitsui Kenji, a communications soldier received a message from the intelligence department.
"President! President Mitsui! The intelligence department has a discovery!" The intelligence soldier rushed up to Mitsui Kenji, speaking hurriedly, "It's about the port!"
"What discovery?"
Mitsui Kenji looked at the communications soldier, his eyes chillingly cold.
Stared at by Mitsui Kenji's cold gaze, the communications soldier also feared saying the wrong thing and bringing trouble upon himself.
Therefore, he simply explained the situation briefly and then handed the video sent by the intelligence department directly to Mitsui Kenji.
"There was a reporter on our ship, he live-streamed before he drowned…"
"What is this? Humph! It better be useful, or the intelligence department will have a hard time!" With a cold snort, Mitsui Kenji took his phone and began to watch the video.
And as he watched, he watched the video more than ten times in a row!
After watching the video more than ten times, Mitsui Kenji's speech began to stutter.
"This… this is… the Hagoromo clan's… life-borrowing Shikigami?"
After stuttering this out, Mitsui Kenji looked at the Self-Defense Force soldiers with shocked eyes.
Those soldiers had no idea what the Hagoromo clan's Shikigami was, and they all remained silent, afraid of saying the wrong thing.
However, Mitsui Kenji, now filled with excitement, didn't care if anyone responded to him.
Because the shock he was experiencing was too great!
It didn't matter if no one responded, but he had to speak out, to express his shock!
Because to others, that black Shikigami was merely something to satisfy curiosity!
But he, Mitsui Kenji, understood deeply that Shikigami were gods and spirits!
The form of gods and spirits!
How could mortals be qualified to see it?
But! He had seen it now!
Not only had he seen it, but that Shikigami had been stabbed to death by Chen Fan!
And that sword… that was the legendary Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi, lost to the Land of Sakura for a long time!
And that person…
Although the person in the video was very blurry, Mitsui Kenji recognized Chen Fan's identity at a glance.