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

Rooftop.

"spoon."

"squeak?"

"Great!"

"Radish".

"squeak?"

"Great!"

"A single grain of rice that was scooped off the chicken-flavored rice ball from the spoon on top of the chili sauce!"

"Squeak???" Big Black froze, stunned.

"Is it a little difficult?" Kuroba Shido rubbed his smooth chin, looking at the big black guy in front of him with one hand hanging in mid-air and his head seemingly a little confused.

As expected, Dahei's skill level is still too low; he can't even answer questions of this level. He still needs more training...

"Alright, let's try again, with a spoon..."

"squeak?"

When Kuroba Shido answers a question, he throws a small piece of rice ball at Daikoku. Daikoku never complains about Kuroba Shido's cruelty or tediousness.

There was never such a thing before, where you could get free food just by reaching out and touching something. Back then, we often went hungry, with elderly parents and young children to support. When we were really starving, we had no choice but to go out into the sewers and fight with those vicious, pointy-headed rats for food...

Only those who live this kind of life know how it is.

Having experienced the harsh realities of society, Daikoku, looking at the stingy Kuroba Shido in front of him, exclaimed, "What a conscientious boss!"

Give me a hundred more spoons, a hundred more chili sauces, and a hundred more radishes!!!

Big Black is clearly going to be a mouse that's seen 4 a.m.!

What are you mumbling about?

Radishes!!!

Half an hour later, Dahei was almost dizzy from eating so much. His belly was bulging, even more so than his pregnant wife's. He had a happy and dreamy expression on his face.

His eyes rolled back as he was hit by Kuroba Shido's series of rice ball-interspersed punches...

No, I can't take it anymore...

Dahei never dared to eat so much, even in his wildest dreams. He never expected it to actually happen today. Two words are enough to express his feelings. Dahei has already raised his hands above his head.

Kuroba Shido poked the large black belly in front of him: "Is that all you can do? You want to eat rice balls like that? Such a small appetite, yet you're so clever at wasting... your original skin fancy mouse!"

"Too small, still too small! Your stomach is too small, and the purity is far too low. From today onwards, Big Black, I will be subjecting you to grueling, devilish training!"

Kuroba Shido looked so serious that he instantly channeled the mind of a military training instructor. He seemed like the kind of guy who would take his discharge pay and run a veterans' barbecue business for a few months until he lost it all, then say, "If there's a war, I'll be back," but actually just send private messages to single mothers in the comments section.

Although no one knew what Kuroba Shido was burning with, Kuroba was still very cooperative. He thrashed around on the ground a couple of times and managed to stand up using his big stomach mode.

He raised his hands above his head, lending his own light to Kuroba Shido!

"squeak!!!"

"Well done, Big Black, you're full of energy!"

Tell me, can you still eat this?

"squeak--"

"Well done, Big Black, Spoon!!!"

"squeak--"

A man and a mouse, acting like idiots, were practicing their high-energy combo skills on the rooftop of an abandoned school building. So, the question is, why are they doing this in an abandoned school building?

Why can't there be other people here? It's close by...

Okay, okay!

Do you really think that people are just hiding in some back alley? When you're feeling down, sad, or heartbroken, you go to the rooftop to get some fresh air and enjoy the wonderful, hesitant, and brilliant moments that belong to the handsome young men of Tokyo?

People went to walk the horses, and the rooftop was packed with people, even more lively than the classroom. What's there to be depressed about!

No wonder novels are all lies!

Although Shido Kuroba didn't care about the stares of those around him, pulling out a plain-skinned fancy rat under the gaze of so many people on the rooftop was still somewhat surprising.

What if someone with bad intentions steps on and kills all these people?

It's really tough for him; he has to hide from people during training, sigh...

If the big black one were a different color or something, that would be fine. You could try taking it out in front of so many people. After all, it's just a pet, which is a normal thing. Fancy mice are quite common now, in a sense.

Unfortunately, it's the original skin... well, there's nothing we can do about that.

Let's continue...

spoon!!!

squeak--

"Boom!"

In the sky, an airplane flew over the heads of Shido Kuroba and Daikoku!

It left behind a very peculiar contrail...

on the plane.

"Ah, it's been so long since I've been back. It still tastes just like before!" The elegant lady leaned against the airplane window, looking curiously at the Tokyo street scene below.

As luck would have it, directly below is Kamikawa University, where Shido Kuroba is located. From this angle, Lady Noble can see a rare early video of Shido Kuroba training Daikoku on the rooftop.

"Liyue, come quick! There's a really strange person here, squatting alone on the rooftop. Do you think he's doing something weird?"

Guiqi pointed anxiously at the black-feathered Shido below, which looked like an ant.

As for Daikoku... Kuroba Shido was already this small, and in front of the noble lady, he could be clearly seen as a person. Daikoku was even smaller and was completely ignored.

Even though he was overlooked, Shido Kuroba was still special because he was the only one in the gray area of ​​the huge campus, making it hard not to wonder if he was doing something bad.

Riyue Sawamura said impatiently, "Shut up, old lady! It's all your fault! I didn't reply to Shido's messages, he must think I'm throwing a tantrum, waaaah..."

"It's all your fault! If Shido gets angry about this, I'll never talk to you again!"

The elegant lady: "..."

"Liyue, don't you think that's ridiculous? He's already blocked you, and you're still worried he'll be angry? Aren't you just being a fool?"

Ritsuki Sawamura: "???"

Nearly twenty years have passed, and it seems like this is the first time that Ritsu Sawamura has come to know her own naive and innocent old lady. It turns out that the other party's attack power is so high.

Or is it that the other person is naive and doesn't think before they speak?

Logically speaking, one shouldn't take the things said by someone who speaks without thinking to heart, since they mean no harm and are just saying what they see...

Following this line of reasoning, the old lady saw a clown, so...

Ritsuki Sawamura: "???"

"Who are you calling a clown?!" Sawamura Riyue's face turned red at a visible speed, her little tiger teeth were very obvious, hanging on both sides of her mouth.

Two extremely lethal weapons!

As one of the parties involved, the noble lady knew best, because there were two small pits on the back of her hand, originally left by a venomous snake...

The same was true for Riyue Sawamura; there was a neat row of teeth marks.

As expected of mother and daughter, even when they were exhausted, their purest fighting spirit remained the same!

Seeing that her little pink-haired girl seemed to be throwing a tantrum again, the elegant lady shrank back, clearly timid, but still provoking her: "Whoever is the clown, I'll call them that. Whoever hit me, whoever bit me, whoever called me an old lady, that's also..."

Start chanting magic, start stacking armor. I'm bad at it but love to play. Although I'm scared, I can't lose my spirit!

Ritsuki Sawamura: "???"

"Ahhhhh—"

"Shut up! I'm not a clown, you old hag, shut up!!!"

"Why are you angry...?" the noble lady said timidly.

Ritsuki Sawamura: "???"

The other person has sent you a challenge to a rematch. Will you accept?

Just kidding... You're being forced to accept this!

"Auntie, old lady—"

"Clown, you loser—"

The mother and daughter continued their high-intensity combo of basic attacks interspersed with regular attacks, and occasionally they would taunt each other at close range. The more they fought, the higher their rage value accumulated. It was like they were stepping on each other's feet and were about to fly away. Now it was just a matter of who would explode first.

The plane flew by and came to a smooth stop at Tokyo's largest airport...

at the same time.

The Jingu family.

The black limousine came to a smooth stop, and with a click, the door opened.

Jingu Aoko quickly got out of the car, her face grim, and walked towards the mansion...