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

When Shido Kuroba limped to the entrance of Kamikawa University, it was almost lunchtime.

He stood outside the school gate, leaning on his cane, his face as somber as if he had just attended his own funeral, and the kind where he was forced to choose a simple cardboard box because he couldn't afford a coffin.

It’s over.

It's completely over.

Last night, the club president personally sent a message, clearly requiring everyone to be in the clubroom at 8 a.m., but not only did Kuroba Shido not arrive, he also slept until almost noon.

What is its nature?

This was the first time the minister had invited him, and he had stood him up.

This is not your average lateness.

This involves repeatedly jumping around in Miyazaki Kiyoshi's minefield, then returning to the starting position and performing a Thomas Flair.

Kuroba Shido felt increasingly gloomy about his future, muttering to himself, "I'm doomed. There's no place for me in the clubroom anymore. The club president will definitely make things difficult for me. No, she probably won't make things difficult for me; she'll just write my shoe size into the club rules and regulations, making sure I step into a trap every time I do something..."

The more he read it, the more reasonable it seemed.

People like Miyazaki Kiyoshi are clearly not the ordinary kind of vengeful person.

Ordinary people hold grudges; if you provoke me today, I'll glare at you tomorrow.

Kiyoshi Miyazaki holds grudges. He might observe him for three days to build a behavioral model, and then send a message at 7:59 a.m. on the fourth day, telling him, "You still have one minute to repent."

Shido Kuroba touched his smooth chin.

"No, we must do something about it."

He looked up and gazed into the school.

Just then, the bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class.

Soon, the sound of students' footsteps and voices came from the direction of the teaching building. For college students, lunchtime always has a certain appeal that is close to a battle charge.

While Kuroba Shido was still pondering how to quell the department head's anger at the lowest cost, he suddenly saw two gluttonous, savage-like figures rush out of the school building not far away.

A rice ball.

A gloomy, low-profile presence.

The two moved as fast as if they had just traveled back from a time of famine. They had a clear goal and followed a straight route. Even the exclamations of passersby could not slow them down.

Yamamoto Shinjin charged ahead, his eyes gleaming with a fervent passion for carbohydrates.

Ito Fusei followed closely behind. Although his expression still looked gloomy, his pace was not slow at all, which fully demonstrated that when people are hungry, their presence may be low, but they cannot go hungry.

Kuroba Shido watched the two rush into the cafeteria and fell silent.

But soon, he raised his eyebrows, and his expression became comical... He'd got it!

Ten minutes later.

Yamamoto Shinji and Ito Fusei each carried a pile of freshly bought lunches out of the cafeteria, their faces showing a kind of satisfaction as if they had survived a disaster.

Yamamoto Shinji held a plate of fried bread, fried chicken nuggets, and a bottle of beverage, while Ito Fusei steadily held two rice balls and a bento box, looking like a mobile supply depot.

Then they saw Kuroba Shido standing in the shadows at the cafeteria entrance.

The three looked at each other.

The air fell silent for a moment.

Yamamoto Shinjin's eyes widened, and he nearly dropped the yakisoba bread in his hand: "Shido?!"

Ito Fusei also stopped and looked at him with a subtle expression: "You're still alive."

Kuroba Shido narrowed his eyes.

"What kind of tone is that, as if you've seen the dead come back to life?"

Yamamoto looked him up and down, his eyes filled with shock: "No, you didn't come to class this morning, we all thought something had happened to you!"

Kuroba Shido sneered.

"What could possibly happen to me?"

Yamamoto lowered his voice and took a step forward mysteriously: "Shido, the school forum is buzzing with rumors that after being targeted by Miyazaki and Jingu yesterday, you disappeared this morning. It's highly likely that you're being fought over between the two of them for custody."

The Black Feather Warrior said, "???"

Ito Fusei nodded and added, "What's even more outrageous is that many people are analyzing that you didn't come to school because Jingu Aoko has temporarily won and is currently keeping you locked up at home for a victory settlement CG..."

The Black Feather Warrior said, "???"

God's victory settlement CG...

Is this even a proper CG?

Could it be what he's thinking?

Hey!

Kuroba Shido slowly turned his head to look at Ito Fusei.

"Say it again, who won?"

Ito Fusei said expressionlessly, "Jingu Aoko."

Yamamoto nodded seriously: "Because Miyazaki showed up at school today and seemed to be in a bad mood, everyone felt that she was the one who lost the fight."

For a moment, Shido Kuroba didn't know where to begin his comment.

What are these people's brains made of?

Is this a wholesale version of Yamamoto's rice ball brain?

He just overslept.

Why has the school forum already awarded custody of him to Aoko Jingu?

The password? Could it be those people from the news department who buy computers again, messing with him here?

Kuroba Shido, leaning on his cane, asked solemnly, "Has your school considered starting a club for intellectually disabled individuals?"

Yamamoto was taken aback: "There's such a club?"

Kuroba Shido looked at him.

"If not, you can apply to be the first president."

Mr. Yamamoto: "..."

Ito Fusei didn't laugh, but continued, "However, Miyazaki-kun was indeed a bit scary today."

Kuroba Shido paused slightly.

"How terrifying is it?"

Yamamoto immediately perked up: "She was as quiet as usual, didn't get angry, and didn't say anything harsh, but there was this feeling, how should I put it, the air seemed a bit colder. In the morning, some people passed by the club room and saw her sitting there alone, and no one dared to go in and say hello."

Ito Fusei nodded: "He wasn't obviously angry, but it's more terrifying than obvious anger. Shido, do you know what's going on?"

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

Haha, isn't that a coincidence? Not only did he know, but he was also the one who orchestrated it... Haha.

grass!!!

What's truly terrifying isn't that Miyazaki Kiyoshi slams her fist on the table and yells, but that she does nothing, just sits there, and the entire space automatically enters a "no unauthorized personnel allowed" state.

And he was the unrelated person who was supposed to arrive at the scene at eight o'clock in the morning, but ended up sleeping until noon.

Shido Kuroba felt his survival system emitting a long beep.

Seeing his silence, Yamamoto assumed he had been defeated by reality and immediately reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

"Shido, although you are in a dangerous situation right now, your brothers will support you, in a spiritual way..." He seemed to remember something and added a sentence.

Kuroba Shido looked at him.

With a sorrowful expression, Yamamoto said, "No matter who gets custody in the end, we will always remember that you were once free."

Kuroba Shido raised his cane.

Yamamoto immediately took a half step back.

Ito Fusei calmly unwrapped the rice ball: "So why didn't you come?"

Shido Kuroba's expression was solemn.

"I am carrying out a very important deep recovery program."

Ito Fushin: "Did you oversleep?"

The black-feathered warrior said, "That's right."

Mr. Yamamoto: "..."

Ito Bosei: "..."

As expected of Shido, the bravest man in all of Kamikawa!

The two looked at Kuroba Shido with increasing respect.

It was a look that said, "You actually stood up Miyazaki Kiyoshi because you overslept, do you think life is too long?"

"Don't panic, it's a minor incident," said Kuroba Shido.

Yamamoto Sento: "You're in this state, why aren't you panicking?"

Kuroba Shido's eyes were deep.

"I've already thought of a solution."

Ito Fusei looked at him: "What method?"

Kuroba Shido did not answer.

His gaze slowly fell on the fried bread in Yamamoto's hand, and then on the fried bread in Ito Fusei's other hand.

Yamamoto suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Shido, why are you looking at my lunch?"

Kuroba Shido reached out his hand.

Yamamoto immediately hugged the bread to his chest: "No, this is the last one I managed to grab!"

Shido Kuroba's expression was serious.

"Rice ball, do you think your brothers are more important, or fried noodles and bread?"

Yamamoto's first words were without hesitation: "Fried bread."

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

You son of a bitch...

Ito Fusei quietly hid his bread a little behind him.

Kuroba Shido sighed.

"It seems we have no choice but to resort to drastic measures."

Yamamoto Senjin became alert: "What kind of extreme measures?"

Kuroba Shido calmly said, "I will tell the whole school that you two were just discussing at the cafeteria entrance that Captain Miyazaki and Miss Jingu were fighting over my custody, and that Aoko Jingu had temporarily won."

Mr. Yamamoto: "..."

Ito Bosei: "..."

Three seconds later.

The two fried bread rolls quietly fell into Kuroba Shido's hands.

Yamamoto's ancestors had tears in their eyes.

"mean."

Ito Fushin looked at him and said, "You're becoming more and more like Kuroda Ryoshin."

Shido Kuroba carefully put the two fried bread rolls away, his expression completely calm.

"These are diplomatic supplies, not robbery."

Yamamoto Akito: "You're using our lunch for diplomacy!"

Kuroba Shido patted him on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Brother, history will remember your sacrifice."

Yamamoto almost split open on the spot.

Shido Kuroba did not return to the classroom.

Leaning on his cane and carrying two fried bread rolls that he had just borrowed from his friend, he walked straight to the other side of the teaching building.

Yamamoto Shinji and Ito Fusei stood at the entrance of the cafeteria, watching his back.

Yamamoto asked in a low voice, "Where is he going?"

Ito Fusei looked in that direction and remained silent for two seconds.

"Kiyoshi Miyazaki's Classroom".

Yamamoto gasped.

"He tried to atone with two fried bread rolls?"

Ito Fusei looked at Kuroba Shido's limping but unusually determined back with a complicated expression.

"At least he felt this was the solution."

After a long silence, Yamamoto suddenly sighed.

"As expected of Shido, he can even come up with such an inhuman method. By the way, will it really succeed? If we get killed, will we still be able to get the fried bread?"

Ito Bosei: "..."

Rice ball, are you serious? At a time like this, you're still thinking about this?

"It should be okay, right?" Ito Fusei asked uncertainly.

"That's good……"

Meanwhile, Kuroba Shido had already entered the teaching building.

The corridor was crowded during lunchtime.

The students were walking towards the cafeteria when they saw him leaning on his cane, carrying two fried bread rolls, heading straight for Miyazaki Kiyoshi's classroom. The surrounding noise subsided without them realizing it.

Someone stopped.

Someone turned around.

Someone quietly took out their phone.

Kuroba Shido automatically ignored the strange stares around him. What could he do? He was the protagonist, so it was normal for him to look up to a god!

Kuroba Shido took a deep breath and, amidst the gradually quieting gazes, finally walked to the door of the classroom where Miyazaki Kiyoshi was.

I went inside!