Tokyo: After years of stagnation, the heiress of the yakuza arrives.

In the Japanese restaurant, Ritsuki Sawamura had already taken her seat.

She found a seat towards the back, with a menu in front of her and a drink next to her. Her pink hair was still a bit messy, and her dark circles were still very heavy. She looked like a little ghost who had just crawled out of the graveyard of losers and was forcibly dragged into a restaurant to replenish her energy.

The chef was preparing the dish behind the bar, and with a swift movement of his knife, the fish was neatly sliced.

Ritsuki Sawamura stared at the empty plate in front of her, her expression grim.

She is very hungry now.

To be more precise, sadness, anger, shame, resentment, the fear of being a loser, the transfer student plan, and complex resentment towards Shido Kuroba all mixed together and transformed into a very simple desire to eat.

eat.

Eat first.

After we finish eating, we'll figure out a way to take Kuroba Shido back.

Just then, the elegant lady strolled in from outside the shop.

She was still holding a few skewers of grilled meat in her hand, her face showing great satisfaction, and she even walked with a hint of the joy of having just watched the excitement.

Ritsuki Sawamura looked up at her.

"Auntie"

"Um?"

Where did you go?

The elegant woman sat down opposite her while chewing.

"Restore strength."

Ritsuki Sawamura remained expressionless.

"Who was it that just said they were hungry and wanted to eat ten servings of Japanese food?"

The elegant woman finished the last piece of roast meat and gracefully wiped her mouth.

"This is called an appetizer."

Ritsuki Sawamura: "..."

The life philosophy of an old woman always manages to find a disgusting balance between shamelessness and self-righteousness.

After the elegant woman sat down, she seemed to suddenly remember something interesting and leaned closer with a smile.

"Little pink-haired girl, I just saw a really strange group outside."

Ritsuki Sawamura showed little interest.

"Not interested."

"The man is very good-looking."

Ritsuki Sawamura paused, her fingers moving slightly.

The elegant woman didn't notice her change and continued cheerfully, "The kind of handsome boy who looks like he belongs in a romance novel, with a clean face and a slightly strange demeanor, who, even though he's using a cane, makes you feel like he's about to run away at any moment."

Riki Sawamura looked up.

"Run away?"

"Yes, like those small animals that will dart into the sewers when they encounter danger."

The elegant woman stroked her chin and continued to describe, "There was another woman next to her, also very beautiful, with a good figure and a pretty face, but she looked like she had been repeatedly beaten down by life, and she had a kind of tired, middle-aged corporate slave vibe."

Ritsuki Sawamura: "..."

The elegant woman got more and more excited as she spoke.

"What's even more outrageous is that they brought a big black rat as a pet. The rat poked its head out of the backpack and watched the barbecue like a family member."

Ritsuki Sawamura's expression gradually became subtle.

The man is very handsome.

Leaning on a cane.

It looks like it might run away at any moment.

There was a beautiful woman next to him, but she had been beaten down by life.

There was also a big black rat.

wrong.

It must just be a coincidence, right?

The elegant woman was completely unaware that she was stepping into a minefield, and she was still shaking her head and sighing.

"That woman looks noticeably older, and the boy looks like a student, tsk tsk tsk..."

Ritsuki Sawamura narrowed her eyes.

"What are you tsk about?"

The elegant woman lowered her voice and laughed with great gossip.

"An old cow eating young grass."

Ritsuki Sawamura: "..."

The elegant woman shook her head and sighed.

"I've only been away for a short time, and Japan has already become more open than our country?"

Ritsuki Sawamura's fingers tightened their grip on the cup little by little.

An old ox eating young grass.

A beautiful but older woman.

student.

She suddenly remembered the phone call from before.

At that time, she called Kuroba Shido, but a woman answered the phone. The woman's voice didn't sound like someone her age, and her tone sounded very much like that of some hateful old woman.

What's even more infuriating is that the woman asked her who she was, and then casually took Kuroba Shido's phone in her hand.

Riki Sawamura's eyes gradually turned dangerous.

The elegant lady was still eating melon seeds.

"But that boy is really good-looking, no wonder that woman made a move. These days, young boys are much better than those greasy old men."

Ritsuki Sawamura gritted her teeth.

"Auntie"

"Um?"

"After I finish eating, I'm going to go outside and take a look around."

The elegant woman was taken aback.

"What are you looking at?"

Ritsuki Sawamura lowered her head, her voice sounding as if squeezed out from between her teeth.

"Let's see what those despicable old women who like to mate with young girls actually look like."

The elegant woman: "?"

Why is there such a strong murderous aura all of a sudden?

At this point, the chef finally began serving the food.

Sashimi, sushi, grilled dishes, miso soup—plate after plate was served.

Ritsuki Sawamura lowered her head and began to eat.

The elegant woman touched her slightly rounded belly, intending to say that she needed to rest for a while.

But looking at the beautiful dish in front of her, she paused for three seconds, then picked up her chopsticks again.

"Little pink-haired girl."

"what?"

"We must not give up halfway to restore our strength."

Ritsuki Sawamura sneered.

"Is that what you call restoring your strength?"

"certainly."

"What you're doing is decorating your belly."

The elegant woman: "..."

The mother and daughter resumed their banter.

Not far from the shop, there is a barbecue stall.

Shido Kuroba and Kaoru Amamiya were still sitting at the small table.

Half of the skewers on the table were gone. Dahei was perched on the opening of his backpack, clutching a corner of corn that hadn't been brushed with chili, eating with great seriousness.

After taking a sip of her soda, Kaoru Amamiya finally felt a bit more alive.

"Little brat."

"Um?"

"How many people did you mess with today?"

Kuroba Shido remained silent for a moment.

"Teacher, it's inevitable to be misunderstood in life."

Amamiya Kaoru sneered.

"You're not just being misunderstood, you're practically walking into a disaster zone."

Kuroba Shido sighed and flipped the skewer over.

"You don't understand."

"I don't understand."

Amamiya Kaoru took a bite of a grilled chicken wing and mumbled, "All I know is that if you hadn't run fast today, you might have already become part of the limited-edition meal set on the third floor of Kamikawa University."

Kuroba Shido nodded in deep agreement.

"Therefore, running away is the greatest invention of mankind."

The two chatted idly, exchanging a few words here and there.

The street stalls were bustling with activity, but after nightfall, there was a strange sense of tranquility in the surroundings.

Kuroba Shido was eating when he suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, teacher."

"what?"

"I also received a text message from an unknown number today."

Amamiya Kaoru looked up.

"A stranger's text message?"

Kuroba Shido nodded.

"What did you say, Kuroba Shido? I want to meet you."

Amamiya Kaoru: "..."

She paused slightly.

Kuroba Shido looked disgusted.

"Do you think this person watches too many TV dramas?"

Amamiya Kaoru's eyes seemed a little unfocused.

"and then?"

"I've blocked him."

Black Feather Warrior spoke with righteous indignation, "If a stranger calls and insists on meeting, who knows if it's a scam, kidnapping, a honey trap, a remnant of the news department, or some kind of hidden trigger?"

Amamiya Kaoru: "..."

That brat's vigilance is sometimes ridiculously high.

She bit the straw and hesitated for a few seconds.

"Speaking of which..."

Kuroba Shido looked at her.

"Um?"

Amamiya Kaoru's gaze became even more unfocused.

"I think you also received a call from an unknown number on your phone before."

Shido Kuroba stopped moving.

"When?"

Amamiya Kaoru coughed lightly.

"That time...the last time we drank together."

Kuroba Shido narrowed his eyes.

"teacher."

"what?"

"Why would you know about these unknown numbers calling my cell phone?"

Amamiya Kaoru felt instantly guilty.

She hurriedly picked up a skewer of grilled meat, pretending to be very busy.

"You weren't there at the time, and I saw it kept ringing, so I answered it for you."

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

Amamiya Kaoru immediately added.

"That's perfectly reasonable!"

Kuroba Shido didn't speak, he just stared at her.

Amamiya Kaoru felt a little uneasy under his gaze and could only continue, "The person on the other end of the phone was a young girl. Her voice sounded quite young. She immediately asked who I was and why my phone was in my hands."

Kuroba Shido was taken aback.

"A girl?"

"Um."

She even asked us what our relationship was.

Amamiya Kaoru chewed on her straw, her gaze drifting to the side.

"More or less."

Kuroba Shido remained silent.

A few seconds later, as if he had suddenly thought of something, his eyes widened little by little.

Unknown number.

Girl.

Ask him why his phone was in Amamiya Kaoru's hands.

Ask them what their relationship is.

And then there was that inexplicable text message today.

The skewer in Kuroba Shido's hand stopped in mid-air, and his face darkened as if he had thought of something.

Amamiya Kaoru sensed something was wrong and spoke in a low voice.

"Is this...is this serious? I didn't mean to...can you forgive me? Please forgive me since I treated you to dinner..."

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."