The first floor of the inn had a dining area, and it was quite lively at this time. Several tables of guests were gathered together, and in the middle hall, several performers and songstresses were performing. The guests occasionally exchanged jokes, making the restaurant seem a bit noisy.

  The landlady saw Mu Yang frowning and quickly said, "They're all regular customers, I've invited performers to liven things up, it's not good to stop them. If you think it's too noisy, sir, I can have the food sent to your room?"

  Muyang thought for a moment and gave up, taking the opportunity to appreciate Japan's art instead.

  The dishes were served, a very typical Japanese hot pot, actually similar to China's hot pot, but the cooking method and ingredients are more Japanese-style. On a slightly cool autumn night, having a hot pot is still quite good. I didn't eat well at noon today, just using bread and ham to get by, now I need to make up for it properly.

  "Is this gentleman a student?" Just as Mu Yang was eating, a middle-aged man at the next table, holding a wine glass with a smiling face, asked Mu Yang.

  "I don't know what's going on right now, but I'll just say: 'Yes, a student at Kyoto University.'"

  The middle-aged man's smile grew thicker, "Ah, to be able to meet a university student in such a remote place is truly fortunate. My name is Miyamoto Momotarō, would you like to have a drink with me?"

  In Japan, especially during this period, people have great respect for students of the old system, particularly university students, and often regard them as superior individuals. It is an honor for these rough merchants to be able to invite a Kyoto University student like Mo Yang to have a drink with them.

  Muyang raised his wine glass, which was a response to Taosai Lang's toast, and then watched the performance.

  Actually, these rural performers often perform some acrobatic plays, such as ancient character stories, and many of them have a humorous component, similar to a kind of farce. In order to please the common people, these performers also have some vulgar content in their performances, and the social status of the performers is also very low.

  After the performance of two women, several men came up, some with wooden knives to represent samurai swords, others with black paper stuck on their foreheads to represent a shaven head, and even someone wearing a fake queue. The man holding the dish in his hand was stunned.

  As the play went on, Mu Yang already knew the general content of this play, a story about how Japanese bullied Chinese people in the late Qing Dynasty.

  Inside, the Japanese are portrayed as extremely tall and wise, while the Chinese are extremely humble and kneeling, forming a strong contrast. There are also many comedic elements mixed in, causing people on the scene to burst into laughter from time to time. Mu Yang saw that the Japanese were using this method to satisfy their own vanity as winners, belittling others to gain pleasure.

  Muyang's face had been terrible since he knew the content of this play, and with the increasingly hot atmosphere, the Japanese in the house kept applauding and laughing, and the performers in the hall performed more vigorously. Muyang only felt a flame burning in his eyes.

  Two Japanese ronin samurai are performing a skit teaching Chinese people manners, one of whom is holding the queue of the kneeling man and loudly taunting: "This pigtail should have been cut off long ago. In fact, even if Chinese people cut off this tail, they are still cowards, a lowly species enslaved by our great Yamato nation."

  The elimination of Lang and other spectators laughed loudly, as if their molars were about to be exposed. Some people even shouted loudly, "Chinese pigs should be enslaved by our great Japanese nation." "After occupying the whole of China, our great Japanese nation will enjoy the best land, the best women, and all Chinese men will be driven to labor." "The Great Empire of Japan is invincible."

  Mu Yang only felt a surge of anger burning in his chest, looking at the ferocious faces one by one. Mu Yang realized that it was not just Japanese soldiers invading China, but at that time, the entire Japanese nation was waiting for victory, waiting to divide up the benefits of China, even ordinary civilians had such thoughts, wanting to gain benefits from the action of defeating China.

  It turns out that one's own ideas may be really wrong, the enemy is just the enemy, and there is no distinction between good enemies and bad enemies. Japanese soldiers are fighting on the front lines, aren't there countless Japanese civilians supporting them from behind? The thoughts of the Japanese people are actually also wanting to gain some benefits from the fruits of victory.

  So, at this time, all Japanese people are aggressors and war profiteers.

  The artist who was playing the role of a warrior, continued to say insulting words about China. Suddenly, a huge black shadow fell from the sky and hit him on the head. The artist did not expect it at all, his head was heavily hit by the wooden table, blood flowed instantly, he let out a loud "ah" and fell directly to the ground.

  The crowd was shocked, and they all turned to look at the artist who had fallen into the pool of blood. Then people turned their heads to look in the direction where the table had flown. Mu Yang stood there with a pale face, staring at the crowd without saying a word.

  "Sir, why did you hit him?" an artist shouted at Mu Yang.

  "Because you're too noisy, it's affecting my meal," Mu Yang said with an unchanged expression. He then pulled out several yen bills from his pocket and threw them on the ground, saying, "This is for his medical expenses. Now, take him away. If I hear even a single sound from you tonight, you'll have to bear the consequences."

  Everyone looked at Mu Yang's cold expression, those artists were not few in number, but they didn't dare to have any confrontational thoughts. Someone picked up the money on the ground, and several men lifted the artist who had fainted and fallen to the ground, and escaped directly.

  Those guests who were drinking and having fun originally still had people who wanted to find Mu Yang to theorize, but seeing Mu Yang's momentum, they also felt that it was better not to provoke him. So everyone left the restaurant with a huff. Not long after, the entire restaurant was left with only Mu Yang alone. Now Mu Yang's table had been thrown out, and there was nothing in front of him, but he still hadn't eaten his fill.

  Looking at the inn servant peeking at the door, Muyang beckoned: "Stop hiding and come out. Now is a good time to eat, bring me a serving of Chashu."

  After eating and drinking enough, it's time for a good sleep.

  The next day, Muyang boarded the ferry to Anan-cho Port in Tokushima Prefecture. Anan Port is one of the major ports in southern Japan, with frequent calls from passenger ships, making it a transfer station. Muyang was going to board a ship at Anan and head north to Tokyo.

  After four days of traveling, Muyang finally arrived in Tokyo.

  Mo Yang still wore the same student attire, and he had no idea how to complete his task. Where to start, how to get close to the Japanese Emperor, how to carry out his plan, and how to retreat safely were all things that needed to be considered. Forget it, he thought, I'll just find a place to settle down first and think of a solution slowly.

  Shinjuku is far from the Imperial Palace, but it's a very crowded and easy place to hide, so Mo Yang directly checked into an inn on the street in Shinjuku, and across from the inn was a brothel.

  In fact, when Mu Yang walked through here, he just casually swept a glance and saw that there were absolutely no less than ten brothels on this street.