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

The elegant woman, in a fit of anger, snapped.

Then nothing happened.

Because Ritsuki Sawamura completely ignored her.

The Japanese restaurant was a mess; tables and chairs were askew, and napkins were scattered everywhere. A waiter stood not far away with a professional smile on his face, but that smile looked like it was about to crack.

The chef stood behind the bar, silently watching the mother and daughter.

He has made a lot of sushi in his life.

But this is the first time I've seen sushi involved in a family ethics war in this way.

The elegant woman had two black eyes and her hair was messy, but her noble air was still there, though she was slightly injured from the beating.

She watched as Sawamura Ritsuki typed furiously across from her, her chest heaving.

"Ritsuki Sawamura!"

Ritsuki Sawamura didn't look up.

The elegant woman was even angrier.

"Little pink-haired girl, I'm talking to you!"

Ritsuki Sawamura still didn't look up.

Her entire attention was focused on the phone screen, her fingers flying across the keyboard as if she were writing a declaration of war that would determine the outcome of her life.

The elegant woman: "..."

unacceptable.

That's really too much.

If you can't beat them, then so be it.

If you can't win an argument, then so be it.

Now they're completely ignoring her.

The elegant woman took a deep breath, trying to suppress her anger with the composure of a mature mother.

Then it failed.

"Waiter, the bill, please!"

She decided to deal with the practical problems first.

After all, no matter how much of a mother-daughter conflict there is, you can't blame the other party's shop.

The two of them had left the shop in a complete mess; chairs needed to be moved, tables needed to be tidied, floors needed to be cleaned, and there was a pile of accidentally damaged tableware and plates.

All of these must be compensated.

Fortunately, this amount of money was nothing to the elegant lady.

The problem isn't money.

The problem is that it's embarrassing.

Especially when she had two black eyes and was seriously taking out her card to pay compensation, the waiter's expression clearly showed that he was about to lose control.

The elegant woman handed over the card, her voice calm.

"All damaged items will be counted together."

The waiter bent down to take the card.

"Okay, sir."

The elegant woman's eye twitched.

Don't laugh.

She saw it.

Your lips moved.

After paying the compensation, the elegant woman pulled Sawamura Ritsuki out.

Ritsuki Sawamura was being dragged along, one hand held by her, the other still holding her phone, her head bowed, not hindering her from continuing to type.

The elegant woman gritted her teeth in anger.

"What exactly are you writing?"

Ritsuki Sawamura ignored her.

A noblewoman endures.

As she stepped out of the Japanese restaurant, the night breeze brushed against her face, and she realized just how terrible her skin looked.

Sure enough, many people on the roadside looked over.

Two panda eyes.

Messy hair.

He was accompanied by a pink-haired girl.

This combination would be a bit too eye-catching on the streets of Tokyo at night.

A noblewoman is thin-skinned.

It's thin, at least in these situations.

She wished she could disappear into a crack in the ground or flag down a car and shove herself into the trunk, hoping the whole world would never see her like this.

Logically speaking, Ritsuki Sawamura should be thin-skinned.

Normally, being watched by so many people would make her blush and quicken her pace, wishing she could bury her face in her collar.

But things are different now.

Riki Sawamura's mind was filled with nothing but Shido Kuroba.

Whether the people around her are looking at her or not is not important.

Whether or not middle-aged women are shameful is not important.

The important thing is that she must immediately explain the problem from that phone call.

An explanation is necessary.

Moreover, one must completely absolve oneself of responsibility.

She lowered her head and continued tapping away.

[Shido, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hang up on you.]

Delete it.

That's perfectly normal.

That's not tragic enough.

She retyped it.

[Shido, I'm sorry, but some awful old lady just snatched my phone. She said you're a bad person and wouldn't let me answer your calls.]

Ritsuki Sawamura paused for a moment.

not enough.

She kept hitting.

She even turned off my phone, preventing me from contacting you. I tried very hard to get it back, but she was incredibly malicious and went too far, completely refusing to listen to my explanations.

The elegant woman was walking ahead when she suddenly felt something was wrong.

Why is this little pink-haired girl so quiet?

She glanced back.

Ritsuki Sawamura was still typing.

The elegant woman narrowed her eyes.

That's not right.

Based on her understanding of the pink-haired girl, this expression, this speed, this gritting-teeth typing posture, didn't look like she was writing anything normal at all.

She slowed her pace and quietly moved a little to the side.

Ritsuki Sawamura was unaware.

The elegant woman craned her neck and stole a glance.

The next second, she saw what was on the screen.

[But it's okay, I've already gotten my phone back, and I've dealt with that old lady. She can't stop me from contacting you anymore.]

The elegant woman: "???"

She stopped.

Ritsuki Sawamura continued fighting.

[Shido, don't misunderstand me. I've really been waiting for you to contact me. It's all because of that mean old woman.]

A question mark slowly appeared above the elegant woman's head.

No.

Is this even human?

Who just hung up the phone?

Who turned off the phone themselves?

Who was it that so confidently asserted that such a coincidence couldn't possibly happen in the world?

Now, just a few words have turned into her, this lovely and beautiful mother, snatching my phone, turning it off, preventing me from contacting you, and being particularly malicious?

The elegant woman's eyes widened little by little.

"Little pink-haired girl."

Ritsuki Sawamura ignored him.

"Little pink-haired girl!"

Ritsuki Sawamura continued typing.

The elegant woman finally couldn't hold back any longer and grabbed her shoulder.

"Little pink-haired girl, are you even human?!"

Ritsuki Sawamura frowned.

"Old lady, be quiet."

"Should I stop making noise?"

The elegant woman pointed at her phone, her voice trembling with anger, "Is this how you treat your lovely, beautiful mother? You're putting all the blame on me?"

Riyue Sawamura lowered her head and continued to attack.

She's now trying to threaten me so I won't tell you the truth.

The elegant woman: "???"

She almost couldn't catch her breath.

"Ritsuki Sawamura!"

Ritsuki Sawamura still ignored her.

She's now completely absorbed in writing her short essay.

But I won't be afraid. I will try my best to protect our connection and won't let that old lady ruin it again.

The elegant woman's face turned red.

She felt that she had suffered a lot in her life.

But this segment today definitely ranks in the top three.

I've been blocked.

Choked by sushi.

My face was covered by sushi.

He got a black eye from being punched by the pink-haired girl.

Now, she's even being written into a short essay by a pink-haired girl and portrayed as a villain.

A gentleman can tolerate this, but an old woman cannot!

The elegant woman reached out and tried to snatch the phone.

"Delete it!"

Ritsuki Sawamura immediately protected her phone.

"I won't delete it!"

"You're framing Mom!"

"You're awful to begin with!"

"You hung up the phone yourself!"

"You're the one who influenced my judgment!"

"I only asked what would happen if it was Kuroba Shido!"

Why didn't you insist on letting me see it!

The elegant woman: "???"

What kind of twisted logic is this?

If she had insisted on saying just one more word, that little pink-haired girl probably would have dumped the sashimi on her head too.

Now you're blaming her for not sticking to her principles?

The elegant woman was so angry that she felt dizzy.

The two started pulling at each other on the roadside.

Ritsuki Sawamura clutched her phone tightly, while the elegant woman gripped her wrist firmly. The mother and daughter's movements grew increasingly violent, causing passersby to stop in their tracks.

"Delete it!"

"I won't delete it!"

"You dare post it and see what happens!"

"I'll send it!"

"Little pink-haired girl, you're doomed today!"

"You're the one who's doomed, old lady!"

The next second, the two started fighting again.

Under the streetlights, the elegant woman had two black eyes, while Riyue Sawamura's pink hair flew wildly. Their phones were being passed back and forth between them before finally falling to the ground with a thud.

The screen is lit.

The chat window is still showing that short essay.

Riki Sawamura and the elegant woman both froze.

The two of them looked down.

The moment the phone hit the ground, it was as if fate itself had pressed a button.

A line of small text appeared at the top of the screen.

Sent successfully.

Ritsuki Sawamura: "..."

The elegant woman: "..."

A night breeze blew by.

The mother and daughter both fell silent.

Meanwhile, in Amamiya Kaoru's apartment.

Kuroba Shido wiped the sweat from his forehead.

The smart lock has become completely silent.

Several batteries lay scattered by the door, their covers placed on the shoe cabinet. The blue light had stopped flashing, and the alarm had vanished without a trace.

Kuroba Shido squatted on the ground, a wicked smile on his face.

"Hehehe."

"You stinking outsider, you still got taken care of by your Uncle Kuroba."

Amamiya Kaoru stood not far away, looking at the smart lock by the door that had been temporarily stripped of its dignity, and remained silent for a long time.

Shimotsuki Airi had woken up a little and was lying on the sofa with a glass of warm milk in her arms. Her face was still a little pale, and the way she looked at her schoolbag was as if she were looking at the entrance to some kind of abyss.

Inside the schoolbag, the Daikoku family was forcibly held down by Kuroba Shido, who forbade them from peeking out again.

Just as Shido Kuroba was about to stand up, his cell phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket.

He paused.

It shook again.

Shake it again.

Shido Kuroba looked down and took out his phone.

The screen lights up.

At the top are several messages sent by Kiyoshi Miyazaki.

Why didn't you come to the club activity today?

[Tomorrow morning at 8:00 AM, please be in the clubroom.]

The club activity I missed today needs to be made up.

[Reasons for absence should not include stomach aches, toilet access, human dignity, or sewer lines.]

The Black Feather Warrior said, "???"