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

Bulgari Hotel, Tokyo.

It was already very late at night. The city lights shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto the glass, and the distant traffic flowed like a never-ending river of light. Yet, there was no atmosphere of being ready to sleep in the luxurious presidential suite.

Yoshiko Sawamura lay on the bed, her face still bearing the dark circles under her eyes, holding a tablet in her arms, on which was playing an idol drama that was so sweet it was almost sickening.

These past few days have been incredibly busy with catching flights, searching for people, getting beaten up, having a phone stolen, getting beaten up again, eating barbecue, getting beaten up again, and a mother and daughter fighting in a hotel. As a result, Yoshiko Sawamura's drama series has been updated several times but she hasn't had time to watch it yet.

Now that she finally has some free time, she immediately starts catching up on anime series.

That's right.

Catching up on the show.

Even though she is already a mother of a child this age, and even though she still has two black eyes from being beaten by her own daughter, her mental core remains very stable.

Silly beauty.

To put it more nicely, she's a silly beauty.

To put it bluntly, I've never really experienced the hardship of mental labor since birth. My head spins as soon as I look at a book, my eyes wander when I hear serious matters, and I just want to turn on the TV and watch other people fall in love when faced with complicated problems.

She relied on her parents for the first half of her life.

She'll rely on her husband for the rest of her life.

After her husband passed away, she relied on her brother-in-law and sister-in-law.

The greatest hardship I've ever endured in my life wasn't family feuds, cross-cultural marriage, or life in a wealthy family, but rather when Ritsuki Sawamura grew up and became able to fight her.

We still can't beat them.

That hurts a lot.

Of course, Ritsuki Sawamura wasn't much better off.

She perfectly inherited Yoshiko Sawamura's excellent bloodline of disliking reading and wanting to fall asleep at the sight of complicated materials. She even surpassed her mother, and the two of them peeked out at the gate of the sea of ​​knowledge and then turned away in tacit understanding.

The only difference is that Yoshiko Sawamura has hardly ever experienced the bitterness of love.

She never thought about dating when she was in school. After graduating and becoming an adult, she stayed at home watching anime. As she watched, she developed feelings for someone and started an online relationship. As a result, she was tricked into going abroad.

Then I met the Clay family.

The rest of the plot can be summarized as follows: the silly beauty gets lost and enters a vault, only to find that the place also provides meals, so she stays there.

But Ritsuki Sawamura is different.

She's suffering from unrequited love right now.

On the next bed, Ritsu Sawamura was wrapped in a small blanket, her pink hair disheveled and hanging over her shoulders, her phone screen a sickeningly green.

It's not your average green.

It's the kind of chat box with a huge expanse of green message bubbles, like someone stuffed a whole green meadow into your phone; looking at it for a long time can even protect your eyesight.

Yoshiko Sawamura was watching an idol drama when she caught a glimpse of green on the bed next to her out of the corner of her eye, and she stood up in confusion.

"Little pink-haired girl, what stocks did you buy that are so green?"

Riki Sawamura froze.

She glanced down at her phone.

On the screen were all the short essays she had previously sent to Shido Kuroba.

There is an explanation.

There's a tendency to shift blame.

It's an attempt to cover up the truth, but it only makes things worse.

There is a classic passage that portrays Yoshiko Sawamura as an evil old lady villain.

There are also some texts that appear to be calm communication, but in reality, every punctuation mark is reddish-brown.

The problem is, Shido Kuroba hasn't replied.

I have read it.

The person is gone.

Ritsuki Sawamura expressionlessly hid her phone further into her bosom.

"Protect your eyes."

Yoshiko Sawamura: "???"

"Green is good for the eyes."

Yoshiko Sawamura glanced at her, then at the lush green chat box.

"To protect your eyes?"

"Um."

"You've been protecting it for way too long. I think you've been doing it for half an hour. Protecting it like this isn't a good solution. Why don't you watch some video and take a break?"

A vein throbbed on Sawamura Riki's forehead.

"Shut up, old lady."

Yoshiko Sawamura blinked: "Mom is just worried about you, you little pink-haired girl. Don't be ungrateful."

Ritsuki Sawamura: "..."

The phone screen lit up again.

Still no new information.

She had already tried her best to hypnotize herself.

Nothing.

Shido is probably busy.

The phone might be out of battery.

It might have been delayed by something strange.

It's impossible that he didn't reply on purpose.

It's even less likely that he found her essay troublesome and went to chat with other girls instead.

It is absolutely impossible.

Ritsuki Sawamura became calmer the more she thought about it.

So calm that my eyes almost turned into mosquito coils.

Yoshiko Sawamura added insult to injury: "If you really buy stocks, listen to your mother's advice: if they're this red, don't hold on to them. Cut your losses early. Losers need to learn to cut their losses."

Ritsuki Sawamura slowly raised her head.

Who are you calling a loser?

Yoshiko Sawamura immediately realized she had spoken too quickly and hurriedly held the tablet in front of her chest: "Mom was talking about stocks."

Ritsuki Sawamura tossed her phone onto the bed.

The next second, she jumped out of the covers.

Yoshiko Sawamura: "Wait a minute, little pink-haired girl, calm down! Mommy's still injured!"

late.

The pink-haired beast has been unleashed.

The presidential suite's king-size bed was subjected to an impact beyond what its price tag should have endured in the next second. Sawamura Ritsu pounced on her, pinned Sawamura Yoshiko under the covers, and began a friendly, warm, and intense late-night exchange between mother and daughter.

"Serves you right for calling me a loser!"

"I'm talking about stocks!"

"Serves you right for saying 'green'!"

"Isn't your phone really green?"

"To protect your eyes!"

"Are we going to hit this one too? That's unreasonable!"

"Shut up, old lady!"

"Aaaaah, you little pink-haired girl, are you even human? Mommy is the one who gave birth to you and raised you!"

A few minutes later.

Yoshiko Sawamura lay on the bed with a dazed look in her eyes, her dark circles under her eyes seeming to be getting worse, and she looked utterly dejected as she hugged her tablet...

"You naughty little pink-haired girl, Mom was just worried about you, and you hit her so hard."

She sniffed and silently shed tears.

After crying for a while, Yoshiko Sawamura suddenly fell silent.

This can't go on.

If this continues, she, this great mother, will be in a subordinate position within the family for a long time.

My daughter has grown up; she's become independent and assertive.

This is not a mother-daughter relationship.

This is version suppression.

Yoshiko Sawamura looked down at the idol drama still playing on her tablet. The male lead was hugging the female lead and saying something like, "I will protect you for the rest of my life," which was so sweet it was like pouring syrup into her brain.

Yoshiko Sawamura remained silent for two seconds before decisively withdrawing.

Enter in the search bar.

Self-defense techniques for women

After thinking about it, I deleted it.

Re-enter.

How to win over your rebellious daughter in three days

Didn't find the right one.

She continued her search.

[Fighting for Beginners, Zero Experience, Quick Counterattack]

A bunch of short videos quickly popped up on the screen.

With a determined look in her eyes and dark circles under her eyes, Yoshiko Sawamura clicked on the first video and began to learn how to use her core strength to turn over when she was being pinned down.

Humph.

You just wait, you little golden retriever.

Mom just hasn't fully developed yet.

Ritsuki Sawamura retreated back to her bed, clutching her phone, and continued watching the green expanse.

She stared at it for a long time.

Finally, as if making the most difficult decision of his life, he slowly tapped the input box with his fingertips.

【Shido. 】

Finished.

Stop.

Delete it.

Hit again.

【Shido. 】

Her face gradually turned red, and her heart began to race, as if just uttering those two words had already depleted all the courage she had in her life.

No.

Too ordinary.

He's acting like a total simp.

Ritsuki Sawamura bit her lip and continued typing.

Are you free this weekend?

This sentence is also dangerous.

It's like an invitation.

No, she originally intended to invite her.

Ritsuki Sawamura's ears turned bright red, and she curled up in the blankets, her long pink hair lying messily on the side of her face.

The last line.

I'd like to meet you.

Three sentences were displayed on the screen.

As Ritsuki Sawamura watched, her face turned as red as if it were burning.

Isn't this a bit too blunt?

Won't it make her seem like she's in a hurry?

No, she's not in a hurry at all.

She just wanted to meet him to confirm whether Kuroba Shido had been tricked by those messy women in Tokyo, bring him back, explain the previous long post and the old lady's random messages, and let Kuroba Shido realize who his best friend was.

That makes perfect sense.

Very reasonable.

send.

The moment the message was sent, Ritsuki Sawamura felt as if she had been struck by lightning. She threw her phone aside with a thud and immediately crawled into bed.

She covered her head with the blanket, leaving only a small tuft of pink hair sticking out.

Nothing.

It's nothing.

She didn't care at all.

He only sent three sentences.

It's perfectly normal for good brothers to meet up.

Very normal.

Yoshiko Sawamura was practicing "how to use your hips to generate power when being pinned" by following a fighting video when she noticed out of the corner of her eye that the little pink-haired girl on the next bed had crawled into the blankets as if she had been scalded by boiling water. She stopped what she was doing in confusion.

"Pink Fur, what happened to you? Do you have fleas on you that you didn't wash properly? Why don't you go wash again?"

There was a moment of silence under the covers.

Riki Sawamura threw off the covers and got up.

"Auntie!!!"

The second round of war broke out.

Yoshiko Sawamura had just learned the 30-second fighting technique and was at the peak of her confidence, so she didn't surrender immediately.

She blocked Ritsuki Sawamura's pillow attack with both hands, angrily saying, "Little pink-haired girl, don't go too far! Mommy isn't the same mommy she was just a moment ago!"

Ritsuki Sawamura sneered, "Have you finished watching the video?"

Yoshiko Sawamura: "After watching for thirty seconds, I've already got the basics!"

"Then I'll let you graduate."

"Ahhhhh—"

Failed to get started with combat sports.

Yoshiko Sawamura's panda eyes +1+1.

She was pushed back onto the bed, but she still wouldn't back down: "All you do is bully Mommy! If you're so capable, go listen at the door! If you're so capable, go find Shido himself! What kind of nonsense is it to send messages from under the covers!"

Riki Sawamura stopped moving.

Sensing her success, Yoshiko Sawamura pressed her advantage: "You spineless, loser pink-haired girl! You sent the message and then threw your phone away. So cowardly! No wonder you could only eavesdrop at the door!"

Ritsuki Sawamura: "..."

The air in the room quieted down.

Yoshiko Sawamura blinked, suddenly realizing that she seemed to have said something wrong again.

next second.

The mother and daughter rolled from the bed to the floor, then fought their way back onto the bed. Pillows, blankets, cushions, tablets—everything was caught in the chaos, making the entire presidential suite look like it had just experienced a world war between an old woman and a little pink-haired girl.

Just as the battle reached its climax.

Ding.

The phone rang.

The mother and daughter froze simultaneously.

Ritsuki Sawamura was still pulling on Yoshiko Sawamura's hair.

Yoshiko Sawamura was still biting the corner of Ritsuki Sawamura's blanket.

The two of them slowly turned their heads and looked at the lit-up phone screen by the bedside.

Kuroba Shido replied.

Riki Sawamura let go and practically lunged to grab the phone.

Ignoring the pain in her scalp, Yoshiko Sawamura immediately leaned her head in.

on the screen.

[This weekend might not be possible; the schedule is already full.]

[Next week is fine, or I'll be free Monday evening.]

We'll see then.

As Ritsuki Sawamura read these lines, the blush on her face gradually faded.

She held her phone, head down, in silence.

Not on weekends.

It's packed.

Next week is fine.

I have time Monday evening.

Each of these words is very ordinary.

When put together, they look like a small hammer, thumping and thumping on her head.

Yoshiko Sawamura glanced at her daughter's face and originally wanted to comfort her.

But she talks faster than she thinks.

"I told you, this kid was definitely ignoring you on purpose. How could he not have time on the weekend? It's obviously just an excuse."

Ritsuki Sawamura remained silent.

Yoshiko Sawamura, growing bolder, sat down next to him with dark circles under her eyes and analyzed earnestly, "It's the weekend, you don't have classes, and you're not a working stiff, you can't be so busy that you don't have any time at all, right?"

Ritsuki Sawamura whispered, "Maybe something really has happened to him."

"What could possibly take two days to do?"

"have no idea."

Yoshiko Sawamura waved her hand dismissively, saying, "Otherwise, it couldn't be that he went out on a date with another woman, could it?"

After saying that,

The room fell silent.

Yoshiko Sawamura blinked.

and many more.

He went out on dates with other women.

No time on weekends.

Both days are fully booked.

Wow.

What a coincidence!

It matches!

I had two whole days over the weekend, but I was busy. It's so hard to guess why.

It's probably not because he's with his girlfriend or someone he's having a fling with, which is why he doesn't have time to come out, right?

Yoshiko Sawamura slowly turned her head.

Ritsuki Sawamura also slowly raised her head.

The mother and daughter looked into each other's eyes.

Yoshiko Sawamura: "..."

Ritsuki Sawamura: "..."

next second.

"Aaaaaah!!!"

Ritsuki Sawamura's sharp, explosive voice echoed through the hotel. Instantly, she entered battle mode and charged towards Yoshiko Sawamura, who was still lying on the opposite bed watching fighting videos. With a high leap, she landed precisely.

Yoshiko Sawamura's pupils dilated in shock: "Wait, little pink-haired girl, this isn't a problem with Mommy, it's a problem with logic!"

She was met with an elbow strike from Ritsuki Sawamura.

Fists rained down like raindrops, the speed of the punches reaching an unprecedented level.

Yoshiko Sawamura's panda eyes +1+1+1.

"Ahhh—"

Yoshiko Sawamura's scream echoed through the room.

……

at the same time.

In the bedroom of Kaoru Amamiya's house.

After watching the last mind-numbing video, Shido Kuroba turned off his phone with satisfaction.

Before the phone screen went black, it was still on Riki Sawamura's chat box.

The weekend was indeed fully booked.

Saturday at the Miyazaki family home.

Sunday at the zoo.

There are countless other random explosives lining up behind, and life has gone from a peaceful, laid-back existence to a non-stop Tokyo adventure.

Kuroba Shido put his phone next to his pillow, turned over, and pulled the blanket up.

Goodnight, Makka Pakka.

From the makeshift mouse nest in the corner made of snack boxes, came Big Black's polite response.

"squeak……"

Big Black's wife also let out a soft squeak.

Little Black was a beat slower, and then it squeaked too.

Shido Kuroba closed his eyes.

well.

This house is finally starting to look a bit normal again.

In human terms... at least the mouse will reply "goodnight".

Soon, there was complete silence in the room.

……

Early the next morning.

The alarm clock rang.

Ding ding ding.

With his eyes closed, Shido Kuroba reached his hand out from under the covers and precisely turned off the alarm clock.

next second.

He suddenly opened his eyes.

It's eight o'clock!

I'm late!

Kuroba Shido sprang to his feet, sitting up from the covers. He frantically started groping for his clothes, and as he was halfway up his pants, a serious question suddenly flashed through his mind.

Today is Saturday.

No need to go to school.

The air was quiet.

Kuroba Shido slowly put down the pants he had only half-dressed, lay back down in bed, his movements so smooth it was as if he had never woken up.

"Makka Pakka..."

Close your eyes.

go to bed.

Three seconds later.

He opened his eyes again.

and many more.

Saturday.

The Miyazaki family.

Minister.

Weekend club activities.

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

Grass.

Why is life so painful?

He launched himself forward a second time, even faster than before, and began frantically putting on his clothes, cane, phone, and wallet. Once he had everything in order, he glanced casually at the rat's nest in the corner.

The family of Dahei is still asleep.

well.

Even a mouse is happier than him.

Amamiya Kaoru was still fast asleep on the sofa outside, curled up in a blanket, her hair a mess, her face screaming, "Anyone who calls me when I'm not at work is doomed."

Shido Kuroba tiptoed past.

The smart lock still has no battery, like a silent mechanical corpse.

When he left, he thoughtfully closed the door gently for Amamiya Kaoru.

"Rest in peace, teacher."

There was no movement inside.

well.

I wasn't hit.

Kuroba Shido limped downstairs, stopping at a convenience store on the way to buy two discounted rice balls.

One to eat now.

Keep one as a backup.

What should be used as a backup?

Alive in reserve.

He ate salmon rice balls as he went, following the address that Ritsuko Miyazaki had sent him.

The further he walked, the less the surroundings resembled a place he should be in.

The road has been widened.

The wall has become higher.

The trees were pruned so that every leaf had received a lesson in etiquette.

There was no damp, musty smell like in the rat-infested area, nor the mixed smell of convenience store oden and corporate resentment that you'd find downstairs in Amamiya Kaoru's apartment building.

All I have is money.

It's very light.

But he was very arrogant.

When Kuroba Shido stood at the Miyazaki family's door, he was holding a half-eaten rice ball in one hand and a cane in the other. His clothes were clean but obviously old, and his hair was a little messy from rushing in the morning.

The gatekeeper was clearly taken aback when he saw him.

Kuroba Shido was also taken aback for a moment.

The two looked at each other.

The security guard was silent for two seconds, then took out a few banknotes from his pocket.

"This is a private residential area, it's not appropriate to stay here for long."

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

He looked at the money being handed to him.

He then looked at the rice ball in his hand.

He then looked at his cane.

No.

Does he look that much like a social outcast?

Seeing that he didn't move, the gatekeeper probably thought he didn't want enough, so he gave him another one.

Kuroba Shido remained silent.

Three seconds later, he reached out and took it.

"Thanks."

One should not, and at least should not, turn down money.

He was prepared to explain that he was an invited guest.

But the money was already in their hands.

We can wait a bit before explaining this.

Kuroba Shido put the money away, moved two steps to the side, and came to the second gatekeeper.

The second security guard: "???"

Kuroba Shido coughed.

"Hello there."

The second security guard looked at him, then at his colleague next to him, and seemed to understand something. He also took out a few banknotes from his pocket.

Please do not disrupt the order in the vicinity.

Kuroba Shido took it again.

"Thanks."

At the entrance of Miyazaki's house.

A boy with a cane began to slowly move along the gatekeeper's position.

One.

two.

Three.

He would nod very politely and say hello to each person he met, and then receive some warm help from high society.

Kuroba Shido's mind gradually became complicated.

The Miyazaki family.

What a nice place!

The people here are not only rich.

And kind.

Of course, it's also possible that they mistook him for a beggar.

But does it matter?

unimportant.

The important thing is that he made his money back on breakfast today.

Not only did they break even, they also made a profit.

This is Tokyo.

As long as you're alive, miracles can happen.

……

The second floor of the Miyazaki family villa.

Kiyoshi Miyazaki sat by the window reading a book.

Today she was wearing a light-colored long dress for home, her long hair falling naturally over her shoulders. Sunlight from the window fell on the pages of her book, and she looked as quiet as a painting undisturbed by the outside world.

Until a strange noise came from outside.

She stopped turning the pages of the book.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi looked up and gazed out the window.

Then she saw Kuroba Shido.

The other person was standing at the door, holding a rice ball in his hand, leaning on a cane, and was taking banknotes from the first doorman.

She watched silently as he walked toward the second gatekeeper.

Then comes the third one.

the fourth.

They were always very polite.

Every time, it felt so natural.

Kiyoshi Miyazaki: "..."