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

Chapter 246 Big Blackie, Big Beauty is drunk...

"Buzzing..."

"Squeak squeak squeak..."

"Buzzing..."

"Squeak squeak squeak..."

Da Mei made a comfortable sound, as if the whole mouse was melting into the massage chair.

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

Holy crap, are these the rats in rich people's homes? They even have special massage chairs for them.

Kuroba Shido gasped as he watched Omi lying in front of him, enjoying herself on a specially customized massage chair!

He had never enjoyed a massage in his life, let alone a high-end, custom-made massage chair.

Horror!

Tears of envy, uncontrollably, streamed down my cheeks...

It's outrageous! Is there any law left these days? Even a mouse is living such a good life. Look at their big black dog, it's living the real life of a mouse.

Furthermore, they drank some unknown nuclear wastewater, which caused their heads to become somewhat pointed...

cough cough.

While there were some side effects, overall it was good; at least I became smarter.

The advantages outweigh the disadvantages.

That's great news!

After a while, when Xiao Hei's body has grown a bit better, he'll get some nuclear wastewater or something. Kuroba Shido has already figured out the plan: starve Xiao Hei for a day or two, then tie Xiao Hei's head with a string and throw it into the sewer.

We'll bring it back when it gets light...

There are likely two possible outcomes.

When they failed and pulled him back, Little Black had already gone limp and was enjoying his new life. Hopefully, he'll be reborn into a better family in his next life.

Success, like Big Black, evolved into a super mouse, capable of understanding human speech and intellectually surpassing ordinary mice, and even small mammals.

There is a very low probability of unlocking a hidden ending.

It's like when they pulled it back, all that was left was a "duck neck"...

There's nothing we can do but perform a ritual to help Xiao Hei pass on to the afterlife, hoping he'll be reborn into a better family in his next life.

That's how it is for poor families; having a child is like gambling. If you can't get up, you die. Rather than living an ordinary life, it's better to take one last gamble!

It's all or nothing!

What?

Don't you want to take a gamble?

Hehe, that's not up to you. After all, the Kuroba family doesn't keep idle people around!

If it weren't for the fact that Dahei's wife was pregnant, out of respect for the pregnant woman, Kuroba Shido would have thrown Gao Di into the sewer to receive the baptism and evolution of sewer nuclear radiation.

Only the strong are worthy of being their family's rats!

"squeak?"

Big Black crawled out of Kuroba Shido's pocket, stood on the floor, and looked around with a puzzled expression.

When Shido Kuroba went to enjoy himself, Daikoku was resting in Shido Kuroba's pocket.

Kuroba Shido woke up and immediately crawled out.

In terms of loyalty and righteousness, there's nothing to criticize.

When danger strikes, he shields Shido Kuroba with his own body...

"Stop looking, Big Black. Our family is poor and can't afford such nice things. Hey, have a cordyceps..."

Kuroba Shido sighed, looking at Daikoku standing there motionless, staring at Daimi. He felt a pang of sadness, like an old father whose child's schooling was delayed because of poverty.

He skillfully pulled out a cordyceps from his person and handed it to Big Black.

then……

Big Black, chew, chew, chew...

The cordyceps made a crisp sound from the big black mouth.

On one side is a high-end custom-made massage chair from the Jingu family, buzzing and automatically massaging and vibrating, with the angle even subtly adjusted according to Da Mei's body posture.

On the other side is the Kuroba family's ancestral method of hand-feeding cordyceps.

There was no technology.

No massage.

There is no recovery pod for boxing champions.

There was only an outstretched hand from a poor old father, and a cordyceps that looked somewhat nourishing.

The more Kuroba Shido looked at it, the more heartbroken he became.

"Big Black, don't be ashamed."

He squatted down and patted Big Black's head.

"Although our family is poor, we have spirit, backbone, and the era dividends brought by nuclear wastewater in the sewers. Don't be fooled by its current state of relaxation; when a fight breaks out, it's really hard to say who will win or lose."

Big Black: "Squeak?"

It held the cordyceps and looked up at Kuroba Shido.

I don't really understand.

But keep chewing.

Only then did Shido Kuroba begin to observe the surrounding rooms.

When I woke up, my head was still a little fuzzy, and my mind was full of images of the short stick, Aoko Jingu, Yoshiko Jingu, and why I was still alive.

Now that I've calmed down a bit, I look at the room again and realize that it's not an ordinary lounge.

At least, in a normal person's lounge, there wouldn't be so many boxing-related items hanging on the walls.

There are several posters on the wall.

A photo of the boxing champion.

Silhouette of a gold belt.

There are also still frames from classic boxing matches: which boxer throws a powerful punch, which opponent is knocked back, and which referee rushes in to count the number of punches.

On the shelf next to it, there was a row of videotapes neatly arranged.

The label is extremely exaggerated.

[A Collection of Muhammad Ali's Classic Fights]

[Teaching the Power of Tyson's Punches]

[Mayweather's Defensive Counter-Attack Explained]

[Pacquiao's speed and footwork]

[Boxing training from beginner to expert: even a fancy mouse can understand it]

The Black Feather Warrior said, "???"

"Holy crap, is this for real? It's that tight?" Kuroba Shido wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, sensing that he was about to face a tough battle...

He slowly turned his head and looked at Da Mei, who was still buzzing in the massage chair.

Da Mei closed her eyes, so comfortable that even her beard was swaying gently.

It may have no idea what kind of mission it is shouldering.

No.

It should know.

After all, even the teaching materials have been specially prepared in a version that "even a fancy mouse can understand".

This is no longer ordinary pet breeding.

This is a training program for the "Fancy Rat Boxing Champion" personally created by the head of the Jingu family.

Kuroba Shido continued to look to the side.

There was also a sealed box on the table.

Inside the box was a large, strangely colored, unidentified object.

It doesn't quite look like a paste.

Calling it a nutritional meal is an understatement; it's more like a byproduct of some wicked alchemy failure.

There was also a sticky note next to it.

[DaMei's Special Muscle-Building Nutritional Meal]

Below is another line of text written by Yoshiko Jingu herself.

Eat this and become the Tyson of the fancy rat world!

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

Generous gift of crabs...

He looked at the lump of specially made nutritional supplements.

Then I looked at Da Mei lying on the massage chair.

Then he looked at the big black dog next to him, who was chewing on cordyceps.

He seemed to understand.

During this period, Yoshiko Jingu wasn't just saying things offhand.

She is really training Da Mei seriously.

The training program includes, but is not limited to: boxing video study, recovery using a dedicated massage chair, specially formulated muscle-building nutritional meals, practical training with a massage device, and motivational support provided by the head of the household.

And all of this ultimately has only one goal.

Beat up Big Black.

Kuroba Shido gasped.

"What a cruel wife."

He squatted on the ground, looking at Big Black, his tone heavy.

"Big Black, we've met our match."

The big black caterpillar fungus paused for a moment.

Shido Kuroba pointed to the entire boxing training facility in the room.

"Do you see that? That's the power of capital."

"We're still eating cordyceps, while others are already eating specially formulated muscle-building nutritional meals."

"We're still relying on random mutations from nuclear wastewater in sewers, while others already have scientific training systems."

"We're still relying on unorthodox methods to fight to the death, while others have already started studying boxing champion videotapes and even have dedicated recovery pods."

Big Black: "Squeak?"

The more Kuroba Shido thought about it, the more uneasy he felt.

Da Mei looks like she's enjoying herself right now.

But who knows if it will suddenly stand up after the massage, throw a left hook and a right swing, and then pin Big Black to the ground and beat it up?

This is not impossible.

Although Yoshiko Jingu usually seems a bit off, her ability to execute abstract actions is terrifying.

Someone who can actually provide massage chairs, muscle-building meals, boxing videos, and sculpted toys for fancy mice might just be able to hire a professional boxing coach for Da Mei next.

What will Big Black use to fight then?

Cordyceps?

Do you stuff cordyceps into someone's mouth?

No.

We must add extra practice sessions.

Kuroba Shido's eyes hardened.

"Big Black".

He lowered his voice.

"There might be a fierce battle to be fought later."

Big Black looked up.

"Don't be afraid."

Kuroba Shido reached out and pressed down on its little shoulder.

"You're not just any ordinary rat. You're a sewer warrior who fought your way up from the rat-infested area. You're a man who drank nuclear wastewater, ate rice ball wrappers with me, and fought cockroaches for territory."

You have a wife.

You have children.

"Your wife might be about to give birth."

"You carry the entire future of the Kuroba family's rats on your shoulders!"

Big Black: "Squeak..."

It slowly put the cordyceps down.

I don't know if he understood, but his eyes became firm.

Well, there's nothing we can do. Poor people can't rely on technology or anything like that. They can only mutate or get some kind of mental buff, like in American TV shows, where a family hero, who was about to die, suddenly goes into overdrive when he thinks of his family!

Um... the rat should be fine, right?

After all, Big Black is a responsible and good man... oh no, a good mouse!

Kuroba Shido was satisfied and nodded.

"Very good, that's the look in your eyes."

He immediately took out his phone from his pocket, opened the video app, and switched to portrait mode.

Then start searching.

"Ali's classic boxing match".

The phone screen lights up.

Video playback.

In the video, Muhammad Ali moves lightly and nimbly in the ring, his body moving as if he were dancing.

Shido Kuroba placed his phone in front of Daikoku.

"look."

"Big Black, this is called the butterfly step."

"Move like a butterfly, poke like a bee."

"Da Mei's side is a fancy rat. Its center of gravity is different, so it might be a bit more explosive. But you are agile. You need to make use of the terrain and absolutely cannot confront it head-on."

Big Black stood in front of the phone, its small, beady eyes staring at the screen.

Chew, chew, chew.

It started eating cordyceps again.

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

"Don't just eat, look!"

Big Black: "Squeak."

Kuroba Shido sighed.

"Fine, I can eat and watch at the same time."

He switched to another video.

"A compilation of Tyson's powerful punches."

On the screen, Tyson closes in on his opponent, leans forward, and unleashes a powerful punch, forcing his opponent to retreat repeatedly.

Kuroba Shido was thrilled by what he saw.

"Big Black, do you see that? That's called a sense of oppression."

"If Da Mei bullies you because of the resources of the Jingu family, just stick close to her and beat her up right in the face, catching her off guard."

"Of course, that's assuming you can stick it on."

Big Black Cordyceps.

Chew, chew, chew.

Kuroba Shido cut the video again.

"Mayweather's defensive counter-attack."

"You need to learn this too."

"If you can't beat them, just cover your head, defend, hide, and wait for an opportunity."

"Remember, you can only contribute if you're alive. Losing isn't scary; getting killed is."

"If all else fails, just lie down and play dead."

"You can learn this from me; I'm very experienced in playing dead and running away."

Upon hearing this, Big Black finally seemed to react.

It looked up and glanced at Kuroba Shido.

Kuroba Shido was immediately gratified.

"Very good, you're finally starting to grasp the essence."

He continued playing the video.

The boxing champion throws a punch on the phone.

A beautiful, buzzing massage was being performed in the room.

Dahei sat in front of his phone, chewing on a piece of cordyceps.

The scene was incredibly inspiring.

If you ignore the fact that the protagonist is a rat and the coach is a poor, handsome young man from Tokyo who has just been knocked unconscious by Aoko Jingu, then this could even be described as a hot-blooded sports anime.

As Kuroba Shido was talking, he noticed the large pile of Daimei's special nutritional meal on the table.

He was silent.

They have nutritious meals.

They don't have it.

This is the gap.

This is the insurmountable class barrier between capitalist tycoon families and poor families in rat-infested areas.

Kuroba Shido felt very uncomfortable.

He looked down and touched his schoolbag.

This was originally prepared before I came here.

There are two large rice balls inside.

He had already thought it through.

If you get hungry on the way to the Jingu family's house, just eat by yourself.

If there's no food at the shrine's house, you eat by yourself.

If the Jingu family provides meals, then these two rice balls will serve as breakfast tomorrow.

No matter how you look at it, you're not losing out.

But the situation is different now.

Big Black is going to play in a competition.

You can't do without nutrition.

Although Shido Kuroba was poor, he wasn't the kind of person who would be stingy when it mattered most.

You can buy more rice balls if you run out.

If Dahei loses, he can't hold his head up in front of Damei.

Even the dignity of the rats in the Kuroba family would be greatly impacted.

Kuroba Shido remained silent for a moment, then took out two large rice balls from his schoolbag.

One salmon.

A fried chicken.

They were all bought on sale.

But the quantity is not small.

He looked at the rice ball, a flash of pain in his eyes.

"It was originally meant for me."

He slowly unpacked the package.

"Big Black, you got off easy."

Big Black looked up.

Shido Kuroba broke off a small piece of the salmon rice ball and handed it over.

Big Black sniffed.

Then hugged her.

Chew, chew, chew.

As Kuroba Shido watched it eat, his tone gradually became more passionate.

"Eat."

Eat more.

"This isn't just ordinary rice balls; it's a pre-match supplement."

"What you're eating isn't just rice, it's a belief."

"What you're eating isn't salmon, it's the future of the Kuroba family's Rat Boxing Champion."

"Remember this, Big Black, you're not fighting for yourself."

"You're fighting for Big Black's wife, for Little Black, for countless future little Black babies, and for the dignity of our poor families in the Rat District!"

Chew, chew hard!

Big Black chews and chews.

The state changes are visible to the naked eye.

At least that's how Kuroba Shido sees it.

[Big Black Power +1 +1 +1...]

[Great Black Physique +1 +1 +1...]

[Great Black Battle Spirit +1 +1 +1...]

[Big black belly +1 +1 +1...]

Of course, these were all just things that Shido Kuroba imagined.

But it doesn't matter.

Often, momentum is more important than facts.

Shido Kuroba broke the fried chicken rice ball open again.

"Big Black, again!"

Big Black continued eating.

Chew, chew, chew.

It was already a bit bigger than a normal rat, and after drinking some unknown nuclear wastewater, its head became pointed, giving it a strangely intelligent look.

Now that it has eaten cordyceps and rice balls, the mouse's overall condition has visibly improved.

The hair has become a little frizzy.

His eyes brightened a little.

His body also seems to have gotten a bit stronger.

Kuroba Shido was moved to tears.

"it is good."

"Very good, very energetic!"

That's it.

"Strength +1 +1 +1!"

"Big Black, you're no longer an ordinary mouse."

"You're a sewer boxing champion trained by the Kuroba family!"

"If Da Mei provokes you later, don't be afraid, just go for it."

"If we win, I'll give you extra food when we get back."

"If we lose..."

Kuroba Shido remained silent for two seconds.

"That just means the Jingu family's capital is too evil, it's not your problem."

Big Black: "Squeak."

It seemed quite satisfied with this explanation.

Shido Kuroba wanted to play a third video for Daikoku.

Just then, Da Mei slowly opened her eyes on the massage chair.

It was originally enjoying the massage.

buzzing.

Squeak squeak squeak.

Comfortable.

so comfy.

Da Mei felt that she was no longer an ordinary fancy mouse.

It is the Jingu family's boxing champion candidate, on whom the head of the family places high hopes, and who has his own massage chair and muscle-building nutritional meals.

It even had a vague feeling that it could take on ten of them.

Then it heard a sound nearby.

What kind of boxing champion is Muhammad Ali?

What Tyson punch?

What a big black thing.

What kind of sewer boxing champion is this?

Da Mei turned her head in confusion.

Then, it saw Big Black.

Big Black stood on the floor.

A cell phone is placed in front of me.

Next to him is Shido Kuroba.

There were rice ball wrappers on the ground.

Big Black had just finished eating a large piece of rice ball and was standing there. He looked a size bigger than before, and his eyes were unusually bright.

At least that's how Da Mei sees it.

Da Mei: "..."

Its comfortable expression vanished.

The small, black bean-like eyes gradually became clear.

It was so clear it looked like it had just been splashed with a bucket of cold water.

Da Mei suddenly realized something.

It seems like it can't win.

It's not just a guess.

It's highly likely.

Before, Miko Kamiya would whisper in its ear every day, "DaMei, you are the strongest, DaMei, you are the king of the fancy rat boxing, DaMei, you are going to beat DaHei into XiaoHei."

With the addition of specially made nutritional meals, massage chairs, and a massage device for answering questions, it actually has a little bit of confidence boosted by the combined effects of the medicine and the brainwashing of the family head.

But now, the moment I saw the big black thing.

The effects of the medication have worn off.

My mind is clear now.

Fear arose.

Da Mei sat in the massage chair, her body stiff.

buzzing.

The massage chair is still vibrating.

But it was already uncomfortable.

I feel extremely uncomfortable, like I'm sitting on pins and needles...

Just then, hurried footsteps came from outside the corridor.

Tap tap tap tap!

very fast.