"My name is Tsuchiya Harukai."
"I'm a real estate agent."
"I am Oshima Nishio."
"I am Daisai Hachiko!"
...
Noki Kimura had listened to nearly two hundred Kaibong names all at once, and his head buzzed incessantly. Was he really a Kaibong? Why did these Kaibong names sound legitimate yet completely unfamiliar?
Although Noki Kimura knew Huaxia language, he didn't understand it profoundly enough to grasp the meanings behind their names.
"Mr. Zhang, did all these friends of yours study abroad in Kaibong?" Noki Kimura asked.
"Not really, mainly because your Kaibong culture is widely popular in our Huaxia, so everyone has been exposed to it to some extent," Zhang Menglong laughed, "We always need to step out of the country, out into the world, and it always helps to have a nickname when mingling abroad."
"Nickname? Do you mean that musical instrument?" Noki Kimura was puzzled.
