Dragon Ball: Saiyan's Gourmet Journey

Chapter 12 Get a new identity!
An arson occurred at night in the hotel where Kenneth was staying.

The arsonist hit the alarm button in advance, giving people in the hotel enough time to evacuate.

"There's a fire down there."

Sora answered the call from the hotel staff, and after learning the situation, he looked at Kenneth, who was sitting on the sofa on the other side and watching the news on TV about the inexplicable gas leak and explosion in the Bay Port area of ​​Fuyuki City a few days ago.

“It was an arson attack and the area was cleared early. I think it was Saber’s Master who carried out the attack in order to heal the injury on his Servant’s left hand.

Don't worry about it. I have already set up 24 magic spells on this floor and summoned dozens of demons and monsters to guard it. Let the attackers attack as much as they can and see if they can break through the magic workshop fortress built by me, Kenneth El-Melloi.

Lancer, go downstairs and prepare to meet the enemy. I won't allow you to fail this time!"

The blond man with a slicked-back hair was very confident, and the servant with a teardrop mole next to him bowed and responded: "I will live up to my master's expectations."

"Mr. Kenneth Elmeroy."

In the square far away from the hotel, hotel staff were counting the guests staying in the hotel, worried that there were still guests staying in the burning hotel.

"I'm."

When the hotel employee shouted for the third time, a man finally responded. Looking at the other person's native appearance, the hotel employee had a subtle expression, as if saying "Why the hell do you call yourself this name?" and looked at the man with suspicion.

"My wife Sora has gone to a safe place, please don't worry."

Emiya Kiritsugu said with a blank expression.

"Ok."

The hotel staff crossed out the names of Kenneth Elmeroy and Sora Nazelai, thinking that this might be a man who changed his name to a foreign one because he was hooking up with a wealthy foreign woman.

Emiya Kiritsugu took the opportunity to look at the list in his hand and found that the names of the evacuees had almost been crossed out. He moved away from the evacuated crowd, took out a folding phone from his pocket, and called his assistant Kuon Maiya.

After confirming from the other party that Kenneth on the top floor of the hotel did not attempt to escape, the magician killer pressed the detonator.

There is no such thing as a secret technique for a head-on confrontation. The real safe tactic is to simply blow up the entire building and let the power of the building's free fall kill the enemy.

[Even if he is as strong as the monarch of the Clock Tower, it is impossible to survive a fall of 150 meters. ]

Magician Killer Mr. raised a flag, then drove away from the scene without looking back.

The other attacker who was supposed to be there was now at the Zenjo family compound in Shenyuan Town, next to Fuyuki City, because he needed to escort the teacher's little daughter to the other party's mother. He handed the girl with him to Zenjo Aoi.

"Teacher's wife, I have brought Miss Ying here. My mission has been completed. Please inform the teacher."

"Thank you. I will tell Tokiomi."

The woman nodded and hugged her little daughter who rushed towards her.

"Mom, I miss you so much."

Although her father gave young Sakura a sense of security, her mother's embrace was more gentle.

"Ying, Mommy misses you too."

Zenjo Aoi's eyes showed love for her little daughter. She hugged the girl and buried her face in her hair.

"And me, and me..."

Toosaka Rin was jumping up and down beside her, wanting to be closer to her sister whom she had not seen for half a month.

"Sister~"

After young Sakura was put down, she threw herself on young Rin and hugged her sister tightly.

The scene of mother and daughter reuniting and sisters hugging each other seemed very harmonious, but Kotomine Kirei knew that this was what his teacher wanted to teach the girl who escaped from the Matou family through his wife, telling her to be strong and brave to face the fate of becoming the stepson of the Matou family.

Compared to his harsh preaching, the teacher who gave people the stereotype of a magician was surprisingly gentle to his daughter.

"Then, Master's wife, I won't bother you any more. Please help Miss Ying to recover as soon as possible. I will come back when that happens."

This was a trivial task that was assigned to him by teacher Tōsaka Tokiomi, which made it impossible for him to keep a close eye on the whereabouts of other Masters and Heroic Spirits, especially the man named Emiya Kiritsugu. He suppressed the strange dissatisfaction in his heart, left these words, and then Kotomine Kirei left the Zenjo family.

. . . .

"Grandpa, Broly wants to learn."

When young Sakura was sent to the Zenjo family and was about to receive encouragement from her mother, at the Fujimura family, Broly, who had just taken a bath, was also brought to Fujimura Raiga by Fujimura Taiga, and the girl expressed the boy's request to receive education.

"Please, Grandpa Fujimura."

Broly followed what Fujimura Taiga taught him in the bathroom and imitated the gesture of asking the old man for help.

"Study? Yes, children need education."

Fujimura Leihua nodded. It was okay to be a gangster in the past, but with the development of the times, the old man also realized that in the future, gangsters must have enough culture.

"So, Grandpa..."

Before Fujimura Taikawa could finish his words, he was interrupted by Fujimura Leihua.

“But is this child really ready for an education?

He is visibly young, and if he were to go to school now, he would probably go to kindergarten.

But what can you learn in kindergarten? It's just a place to play and make friends with other children.

Instead of sending him to kindergarten, it is better to keep him in the Fujimura mansion.

Influenced by the atmosphere of the Fujimura family, he became a good child with a good family background. "

The old man said so.

"Grandpa, please don't lead this child astray. There is no future for him if he gets involved in gangster activities."

In response, Fujimura Taiga slammed his hands on the table and roared at his grandfather.

"If you say there is no future, it's because you two descendants don't want to inherit the family business."

In response, Fujimura Leihua also slammed the table and roared. There seemed to be sparks flashing between his eyes as he confronted his granddaughter, like an old tiger confronting its own cub.

In the end, seeing that his granddaughter was unwilling to back down on this matter, the elderly Fujimura Leihua took the initiative to back down, but also put forward some conditions.

"If he really wants to learn knowledge, then let him go to elementary school directly. Since you don't want this child to get involved in gangster activities in the future and you want to use the financial support of your family, then let this child show his talent and value in learning. I need you to ensure that his academic performance can be at an excellent level. Is that okay?"

"No problem." Fujimura Taiga patted her chest and agreed. Broly was a very smart child, and she chose to believe in the boy's learning ability.

"But what if something goes wrong and you want to cheat?"

Fujimura Leihua suddenly asked.

"impossible."

Fujimura Taiga flatly rejected this possibility, but facing his grandfather's questioning look, "You've cheated before," his voice became weaker: "Then what do you say, Grandpa?"

"This is not a difficult matter. Grandpa will abdicate directly at that time, and you only need to inherit the family business and become the new leader of the Fujimura Group."

Fujimura Leihua smiled, but his true intention was revealed when he spoke.

"Only if you agree to this condition, the Fujimura family will help you sponsor the child."

"Grandpa, you are so mean."

"There's nothing we can do about it. Your father doesn't want to inherit the family business, and you look like you don't want to inherit the family business either. So, do you agree or not? If you don't agree, just keep the child at home and raise him."

Fujimura Taiga looked back at the clarity in Broly's eyes and decided that he couldn't let this child be led astray by the underworld style of the Fujimura family. He slammed the table again and responded, "Okay, Grandpa, I agree to this condition."

"Bring the phone here. I'll call the principal of Shenyuan Town's Affiliated Primary School and arrange for a child to attend their school."

Arranging an illegal child to go to school is a troublesome matter for ordinary people, but for the local tyrant Fujimura Group entrenched in Fuyuki City, it is just a matter of making a phone call.

However, due to the identity of the gangster, it is easy to cause misunderstandings, and the local elementary schools will definitely not be very willing to accept him. But as long as you choose a school in the town near Fuyuki City and keep a low profile, admission will not be a problem.

"Master, do you really think the young lady will keep her promise?"

the scarred man asked after Fujimura Taiga took Broly away.

"This is the first time I've seen her care so much about someone else."

"The young lady is kind-hearted. She may just feel sorry for the child and therefore show some sympathy for him."

"Then as long as she continues to pity the child, she can keep her promise and inherit the family business."

"But what if that child really has good learning ability?"

Scarface asked further, meaning whether he wanted to do something to interfere with a child's studies.

"If it's good, it will be a good preparation for the White Fuji Village Group."

"Eh?"

"What my granddaughter said just now is correct. Those who get involved in gangs have no future."

"Old man, you don't think highly of the underworld business either?"

“It’s not a question of whether or not to be optimistic, but that’s how the times are developing.”

Fujimura Leihua sighed. He had experienced the most prosperous era of the underworld, and now he could feel that the underworld was not as prosperous as before.

"What if the child has poor learning ability?"

Scarface asked again.

“Although the world is abandoning us, where there is light there is shadow. The Fujimura Group will continue to exist there. Even if it will not be as great as before, it will not disappear easily. I believe in my granddaughter’s ability.

As for that child, whether he becomes a good child or a bad child, as long as he has the ability, he can become a helper of the river, just like you."

"Your idea is great, old man. I will help cultivate that child's loyalty to the Fujimura family and the eldest lady."

Broly didn't know what Fujimura Leihua thought of him and what plans he had for him. He only knew that the time he stayed in this world was reduced by one day, and he had the identity of a transfer student at Shenyuan Town's Affiliated Primary School.

. . . .

"Broly, you need to study hard in school and ask your teacher if you don't understand something."

This is what Fujimura Taiga told Broly when they parted the next morning.

The girl was also wearing a middle school uniform.

Today is Monday, but it's a school day.

Broly was driven by Scarface to the No. 1 Primary School in Shenyuan Town to go to school. Along the way, Scarface kept telling him how good the eldest lady was to him and that he should be grateful to the eldest lady and work hard to repay her kindness in the future.

At first, Broly would nod his head in agreement, after all, a favor should be repaid with gratitude. But gradually, he began to yawn, simply because Scarface kept repeating these words over and over again, just like hypnosis, making people feel sleepy.

. . . .

"This is the child who is going to school. Teacher Kimura should give him a test to see which grade is more suitable for him."

The principal of Shenhuo Town's primary school, after seeing the child brought by Scarface, ordered the teacher who had been called over earlier to take Broly to test his academic ability.

You never know until you test it. Once you test it, you will find that this is a completely illiterate child. As expected, Broly was assigned to the first grade.

However, less than half a day later, the teacher could no longer bear it.

"Principal, this child asks too many questions. I said 1+1=2, but he actually asked me why 1+1 equals 2. How should I answer this question?"

"Principal, I feel the same way. This child is quite smart, even smarter than other children, but he asks too many questions. He asked questions the whole class and I answered them. It would be fine if his questions were meaningful, but the problem is that some of his questions are completely meaningless. They are just the behavior of a child who is picky."

In one morning, during four classes, four teachers came to complain. It was not that they did not have the patience to teach the children, but that Broly, the classroom questioning machine, was too terrifying and had seriously affected their teaching of other children.

"It's understandable that children are curious, but didn't you tell him not to ask meaningless questions?"

“We did that, but it didn’t work at all. The child said that his sister had told him when he came here that he should ask the teacher more questions if he encountered any that he didn’t understand.

The child insisted on this principle. He would ask questions whenever he didn’t understand something. Even if he was punished by being made to stand in the corner, he would continue asking questions as if he couldn’t understand the air.

"What's even more terrifying is that I wanted to shut him up by spanking him on the palm of his hand, but he actually stretched out his hand obediently. However, even when I spanked his palm with the cane, he remained expressionless and continued to ask questions. I've been teaching children for so long, but I've never seen such a special child."

The teacher who spoke didn't say anything. She felt a little scared when she was looked at by the child who asked the question.

It wasn't that the child acted as if he was angry with her, but rather it was because the child was too calm, so calm that people couldn't tell what he was thinking, and then they felt afraid of the unknown beneath this calmness.

This sounds mysterious, but this is actually the feeling. After just teaching one class, these first-grade elementary school teachers found Broly, the transfer student, difficult to deal with.

(End of this chapter)