Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness

Nobita Nobi and his burly boss, Gang Tianwu, were entirely different in appearance.

The whole person was very thin and small, highly nearsighted, with glasses thicker than the bottom of a beer bottle, and a large head that made him look very easy to bully.

Although he seemed weak and frail, when this kind of person spoke, it gave others a feeling of credibility.

You don’t know?

Bi Fang pondered thoughtfully, which was exactly what Richard had said.

Richard had come to Japan more than once to unveil the truth, and he had been active in Japan for as long as six months.

BBC, The Times, Time Magazine—many people were brought here by him, but they all left empty-handed.

In the meantime, Richard kept asking passers-by on the streets, any top-tier professional would learn how to think and distinguish the truth of a matter.

“Have you heard about this?”

“You’re lying, right? Do people really eat dolphins? Really?”

“It’s hard to believe such a thing.”

“We prefer to watch dolphins; I’ve never heard of it myself.”

The answers Richard got from interviews he randomly conducted on the streets of Tokyo were identical to Bi Fang’s responses now. Perhaps those people were all lying, but the likelihood was not high.

The media covered up the truth—it was organized, premeditated censorship because dolphin meat contains high concentrations of mercury, several dozen times above the normal level!

Compared to that, those who actually slaughtered dolphins were a minority; in those remote mountain villages, most Japanese people didn’t even know what was happening there.

The fishermen claimed it was their “tradition,” “culture,” and outsiders like Richard didn’t understand them—they ate beef, while the fishermen ate dolphin meat.

But in fact, those people were talking nonsense. If even the Japanese themselves didn’t know about it, how could it count as “tradition,” “culture”? It was just killing for the sake of killing.

“All right, all right, it was just a casual question,” Bi Fang waved his hand as if he really just mentioned it in passing.

Nobita Nobi also calmed down, realizing he had gotten a bit emotional, and quickly apologized to Bi Fang.

Bi Fang waved his hand to show he didn’t mind at all, and then spent the whole day being shown around Tokyo by Nobita. They were lucky today; it was just overcast and didn’t rain.

It had to be said, in terms of prosperity, Tokyo truly deserved to be one of the top four mega-cities in the world; even Magic Capital had a long way to catch up.

Men in suits hurried along, looking at their watches, but more often, it was energetic young people, with streets full of youthful girls, their short skirts revealing their fair thighs, and delicate stockings drawing attractive curves.

Summer, ah.

Bi Fang sipped on a cold beverage, feeling somewhat sentimental.

With each seasonal change, a new sensation arrives, and by the time you realize it, months have passed by.

After tossing his trash in the bin, Bi Fang bought some gifts and souvenirs on the recommendation of Nobita Nobi and also got himself a PS5.

As night fell, neon lights lit up the long street from east to west in succession, and for dinner, Bi Fang went to meet Gang Tianwu at the Imperial Hotel as arranged.

Bi Fang and others sat on the long tatami mat, and a two-hundred-kilogram bluefin tuna was displayed in the center of the restaurant for all to see clearly.

An experienced chef, holding an extremely narrow kitchen knife, cut thick slices of fish flesh along the muscle texture of the tuna and served them to the tables of different guests.

The pink belly meat shone like exquisite rubies under the orange lighting.

There was also broiled pufferfish, charcoal-grilled Pacific saury—oh, Pacific saury?

Bi Fang was somewhat surprised to see it, then realized the reason.

It turned out that because of overfishing in Huaxia, the price of Pacific saury had skyrocketed; no longer a commoner’s food, it had started to mingle with the likes of the bluefin tuna.

If Pacific saury could talk, they would probably have to sigh at their good fortune.

Gang Tianwu personally poured a cup of tea for Bi Fang, as Bi Fang did not drink alcohol, tea was used instead of water.

Returning to his seat, Gang Tianwu asked with a smile, “Mr. Bi, what method do you plan to use for hunting Black Bear? When I arrived, it seemed you didn’t bring any weapons. Did you have them shipped separately?”

“Are you trying to gather intelligence, Mr. Gang?”

“Ahahaha, sorry, sorry, that was thoughtless of me. I didn’t mean that; I was just curious, just curious,” Gang Tianwu said with a laugh, rubbing his bald head, “Our competition is absolutely fair, I almost broke the rules myself.”

Bi Fang smiled slightly and didn’t mind, answering, “As for weapons, probably two daggers.”

One would be a harpoon, which he hadn’t used for a long time; the second was a Hundred-refined Steel dagger Bi Fang had made himself in the Banna Rainforest.

“Really? Two daggers? You think you can take down Black Bear with just two daggers?”

“You must be kidding, right?”

“That’s a Black Bear, isn’t it? I’ve seen them in the zoo; they stand taller than me when up on their hind legs. If I saw one in the wild, I’d probably pee my pants in fright, right?”

“You don’t want to reveal your secret weapon, do you?”

“Strong and powerful, strong and powerful indeed!”

The guests around whispered to each other; the recent Black Bear hunting season had sparked a craze worldwide, not to mention in Japan. From the moment Bi Fang stepped in, they had recognized this legendary adventurer.

Even those who did not know him soon learned of some of Bi Fang’s past deeds from the conversations of the people around and respected him accordingly.

Of course, those dining here were clearly not ordinary people; they didn’t get too excited, instead coming forward to toast in honor.

For this reason, the head chef specially presented a piece of the fattiest belly meat from the tuna as a gesture of admiration for the strong.

Though a Huaxia person, Bi Fang knew that the Japanese’s reverence for the strong was ingrained in their bones—indeed, all creatures admired the strong.

But the Japanese displayed this quite openly, and Bi Fang felt “admiration for the strong” and “overcoming superiors” were the two most distinct characteristics of this nation.

There were many historic and environmental factors that shaped this mindset.

Perhaps as an island nation prone to volcanoes, earthquakes, typhoons, and other natural disasters, the natural hardships made the people’s lives extremely unstable.

A single storm could leave ordinary people without food, but the strong were far less affected because their homes often had large stores of provisions.

For ordinary people to survive, they had no choice but to seek the strong’s help and rely on them, leading over time to a strong sense of crisis that made the Japanese even more inclined to revere the strong.

To survive, one must grow stronger and become among the strong.

The strong could dominate the weak, and the weak had to obey.

However, in the Japanese view, strength and weakness could change, leading to another national characteristic: overcoming one’s superiors.

In the eyes of the Japanese, the strong and the weak were distinguished by their abilities, and the weak had to obey the strong. Yet the weak could endure all humiliation with a resilient spirit, learning from the strong.

In the process of admiring the strong, they would continually accumulate power and enhance their own strength until they could challenge the strong to prove themselves anew. If successful in defeating the other, their status would thus be reversed.

Indeed, Japan had always operated this way.

These two basic characteristics are quite common in nature, especially among lion prides that are full of animal instincts and even possess strong vengeful emotions, just like how a new Lion King would kill all the offspring of the old king.

Unfortunately, as much as animal instincts can rapidly strengthen a nation and create new Lion Kings, they still can’t overcome a gentle herd of elephants.

Bi Fang gathered his thoughts, showing little reaction to the surrounding conversations. He rose slightly, pulling out two daggers from behind his waist and tapping them lightly on the table, then delicately picked up a piece of fatty tuna with his chopsticks, savoring it carefully.

Living in the wilderness made him particularly fond of fatty foods like this.

The sound of metal colliding with the edge of the table was especially jarring, attracting many eyes.

On the table lay a matte Harpoon with a shimmering blade under the light, while the other dagger seemed much more ordinary, but the dry vines on its hilt gave the knife a primitive and wild appearance.

The implication was clear: in the upcoming hunting season, Bi Fang’s weapons would be these two daggers, and nothing else.

The whispering of the guests around him gave way to a distinct buzz of excitement.

Gang Tianwu was just a superficial fan, claiming Teacher Fang had taught him a lot while actually never watching a single episode; but Nobita Nobi, who had watched it, was captivated at the sight of the two daggers on the table.

The first was an extremely experienced Harpoon for whaling, with a spine like shark’s teeth, having slaughtered numerous game; the second was even more remarkable, seemingly unremarkable but actually crafted from scratch by Bi Fang himself in the wilderness!

Nobita Nobi couldn’t help but want to touch it, but just as his hand was about to make contact, he quickly withdrew it and looked towards Bi Fang, who nodded slightly in assent.

With permission, Nobita Nobi carefully picked up the primitive Hunting Knife, his hand trembling slightly as if holding a fragile antique, even though no ordinary antique could match the value of this knife—it was truly unique in the whole world!

Countless people had witnessed its creation, from nothing into being, from ancient times to the modern age.

Forged by hand by the adventurer Bi Fang with each hammer strike, it was likely that another like it would never exist again. If preserved properly, it would be a priceless antique in a hundred years, with an already existing offer of 1.78 million.

The Steel Dagger had been polished and sharpened a second time and coated with an anti-corrosion layer, reflecting Nobita Nobi’s face with its icy gleam.

Nobita Nobi was well aware that the value of the knife wasn’t just because it was forged by a broadcaster but because it condensed the historical and technological development of Humans from primitive times to modernity, making it extraordinarily meaningful.

Gang Tianwu wondered why this fellow didn’t choose the more impressive-looking Harpoon but didn’t reveal his ignorance, simply continuing his praises.

But, can two daggers really kill a bear?

Gang Tianwu was doubtful, secretly branding Bi Fang as arrogant.

After all, Yōki Hunters typically used large glaives capable of shattering bones with a single strike. From this aspect, Bi Fang was sure to lose.

No hunter who came here brought only daggers!

After closely examining the weapons, Nobita Nobi reverently replaced the knife in its original spot and asked, “Does this knife have a name?”

Bi Fang shook his head. “It has no name.”

Upon hearing this, Nobita Nobi paused, then had a moment of realization. “Nameless? That’s a good name indeed. Thinking it over, it’s truly significant.”

Bi Fang slowly typed out a question mark?

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