The Daily Life of Saiki Kusuo in Zoldyck

Just then, several luxury cars pulled up at the entrance. The first person to get out had long, white hair that was combed to the left, giving the hairstyle a strange sense of familiarity.

The automatic door opened with a ding as the man entered, and he walked in front of a row of butlers.

"Are you all the people who have already made a reservation? I'm sorry, but people are born unequal in this world. This most luxurious restaurant in Youkexin has been booked by our family for breakfast."

The familiar feeling, the familiar hairstyle, how could it be?

"Hey you poor pink-haired bastard over there, move three steps to the right. No reason, we're about to lay out the red carpet. Feel honored, three, two, one."

Without giving anyone a chance to catch their breath, Kusuo Saiki calmly stepped aside.

This sense of familiarity... instantly reminded Saiki Kusuo of Saitama.

The rich young master who appears in chapter 23 of the first season of the super popular manga "The Disastrous Life of Saiki K."

But that's impossible; he was certain that Caihu would never come here!

The man straightened his hair, directed the red carpet to be laid out, and, noticing the gazes of others, said, "Heh, do you care about our status? It's fine to tell you. I'm sure you've already heard of our family's great name. Don't doubt it, the person about to appear is our family's eldest son, the family's only successor..."

That's quite a long introduction, so which family is it? I've never heard of any family other than the Zoldycks.

"I am Kagami, Gojo Kagami, the captain of the young master's entourage for this trip. Our esteemed young master Gojo is about to step into this area. All of you, keep your distance, especially the children, do not do anything strange. I'm talking to you, you white-haired poor devil."

Kusuo Saiki turned around and saw Killua making a face.

Outside the glass door, Young Master Gojo was already standing at the entrance.

It turned out to be a white-haired child about the same age as Killua, blowing a large bubble gum.

"Mirror, what did you say about the white-haired guy?"

"Reporting, young master! I'm talking about that white-haired pauper!"

"I'm absolutely not talking about you!"

The young master who was blowing bubble gum was a child whose height and appearance were similar to Killua's.

They all had white hair and beautiful blue eyes. Gojo had his hands in his pockets, as did Killua.

The two of them seemed to be looking at a mirror.

But not entirely, because Killua's face is more like a cat's, while Gojo is thinner, and Gojo's eyelashes are white and long, while Killua's are not.

The crowd's gazes darted back and forth between the two.

Young Master Gojo lifted his foot and stepped out of the red carpet area.

"Hi, what's your name? How old are you?" said Young Master Wu.

"Why should I tell you? Tell me your name first." Killua puffed out his chest, seemingly indifferent, but his eyes were full of curiosity.

"My name is Gojo Satoru, I'm 10 years old!" Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand and started blowing big bubbles. He blew a large circle of pink chewing gum, blocking Killua's view of his face.

"Oh, my name is Killua, I'm 1 or 2 years old."

Killua raised his hand and patted his palm before pulling it back.

The retraction was swift, but Gojo Satoru grabbed it and gave it a squeeze.

Killua's eyes widened: "Not only did the bubble gum obscure your vision, but you were able to catch it immediately with my speed. You're pretty amazing."

"Pop!" The bubble gum popped, splattering all over Gojo Satoru's face, but then miraculously slid off, as if it had no stickiness at all.

"Ah... that's because of my eyes." Gojo Satoru still had his hands in his pockets. Kagami, with great insight, stepped forward, shook out a handkerchief, and helped Gojo Satoru take away the bubble gum that was stuck in mid-air without any sense of decency.

“My eyes can see everything around me in 360 degrees without any blind spots,” Gojo Satoru pointed to his eyes with his thumb. “And what I just saw was called ‘no limit,’ which can isolate everything.”

Kusuo Saiki: This ability sounds a bit unfair, but when you think about it, it's just like my barrier.

"Idiot, didn't anyone tell you not to reveal your abilities so easily?" Killua wasn't intimidated by Gojo Satoru's ability at all. "Your ability sounds like a turtle hiding in its shell."

Gojo Satoru blinked, then suddenly burst out laughing: "Pfft, hahaha, this is the first time someone has ever said that to me! You're so funny! Let's be friends!"

Oh, yet another straightforward young man.

It is well known that children love making friends.

Kusuo Saiki watched from the sidelines, not recognizing this guy named Satoru Gojo. Was there such a character in the original work? He looked so refined, he didn't seem like just some random passerby.

—Be friends!

Someone with white hair and Nen abilities would normally be someone Killua would want to get to know.

All the parents around him were staring at him.

"Who wants to be friends with you? So what if you're a young master? I'm a young master too. I'm not talking to you anymore!" Killua turned around decisively and put his hands behind his head.

"Huh?" Gojo Satoru was surprised and suddenly realized that Killua was walking towards the adults on the other side.

Wu Tiaowu seemed to be deep in thought.

He suddenly waved his hand and shouted, "So you're afraid of the old man at home! Then you won't make friends for now!"

"Who's afraid! I just don't want to be friends with you! I already have good friends!"

Who says you can only have one best friend?!

You can only have one best friend!

"Then can't I just be your best friend?"

"That's not the problem! You idiot!"

"Then it's my best friend, I can't condescend to do that any further."

"Huh? You have to call yourself 'Young Master' to make friends? An arrogant guy like you will never make any friends in your life!"

"Of course my friends know I'm a young master. I'm used to it, why should I change just because I make friends?"

Kusuo Saiki: Stop arguing, you two are already friends.

Killua resolutely left, and Gojo Satoru remained silent for a few moments before calling Kagami over to whisper something to him. Then, he turned around and jumped upstairs.

Gojo Kagami came to Saiki Kusuo's side.

"Please wait a moment, members of the Z family. Our young master just said to have a top-class private room available upstairs for your dining," said Gojo Kagami.

"We originally booked the top-class private room!" Mi Ji was furious. Who came from with such an arrogant attitude?

“Oh,” Gojo Kagami looked at everyone, his initial arrogance lessened considerably, but he was still arrogant. “Young Master said he’s inviting us, so he’s inviting us. We bought this restaurant and that’s how we got this private room. We’re in charge. If you don’t go to the private room on the top floor, you won’t be able to enjoy breakfast on the first floor. That’s all I have to say.”

Gojo Kagami turned around and followed closely behind Gojo Satoru. With a wave of his hand, a transparent mirror appeared in the air. He jumped in, disappeared, and reappeared above Gojo Satoru's side.

They were all easily seen through by Kusuo Saiki's X-ray vision.

The Zoldyck family members behind them all seemed to be deep in thought.

"Shall we go, Anada?"

"Go ahead, Dad, it's free anyway."

Silva looked at Illumi, who was already standing on the stairs leading upstairs, before turning back to say goodbye.

“…Then let’s go,” Silva said.

Bonus Episode: Eating, Shopping, and Watching a Movie - Zoldyck Family Gets into a Fight Over Desserts

The top floor of the Nogori Hotel.

The room is as big as a basketball court. The entire front wall is made up of floor-to-ceiling windows, which would surely offer a spectacular view of the city skyline at night. To the left is a sofa lounge area, and to the far right is a dining table. The right wall is decorated with murals in sections.

Kusuo Saiki glanced at the mural and then used his X-ray vision to see the luxurious dining table next door, which was already filled with various dishes and many exquisite desserts.

So exquisite and abundant, I can't look at it any longer.

So that's how it is. It's a movable mural. That's Young Master Gojo's private room over there.

The dining table on the right is large enough to seat 20 people, while the Zoldyck crew, including Kusuo Saiki, only has 8 people.

The elders took their seats one by one, and the elderly people very voluntarily spaced two seats apart from each other, so the children only needed to be separated by one seat.

Kusuo Saiki observed for a moment, waiting to see where the others sat so he could sit down according to their age.

He looked at Illumi.

Illumi's gaze was fixed on Killua.

Killua's gaze was fixed on the lounge area.

Miji is touching the snacks in the lounge area.

Kaldor stood behind Killua, keeping a close eye on his every move.

It's hopeless; Killua is the key figure.

Killua, why don't you sit down, Killua?

Killua lifted his foot and headed towards the lounge area.

Kusuo Saiki: ...

"Killua-san?" Kaldo, who was right behind Killua, reminded him.

"Ah... anyway, there's still some time before the food is served!"

There were many different kinds of chairs next to the sofa. Killua lifted his foot and stepped onto a green dice-shaped chair with eyes on it, kicking it like a soccer ball.

Illumi next to him stirred. Kusuo Saiki looked over and found that Illumi was sitting on the outside side, in the middle of the remaining empty seats.

How are you going to let your younger brother sit around you?

If you really had a gut feeling, you could have figured out where they were sitting long ago. Honestly, can't a table with such rules just put name tags on each seat?

"Hey bro! What are you standing there for? Let's sit inside!"

"?!" Kusuo Saiki was startled, and a corner of the carpet beneath his feet was torn open.

Don't make any noises.

"Wow, what a lousy place!" Milluki stepped on it. "This restaurant isn't anything special. I should have gone somewhere else!"

Mi Ji, so you still care about that nouveau riche?

Speaking of which, Milluki seems a little irritable? Kusuo Saiki glanced at the snacks in his hand. Could it be because breakfast was delayed? Don't worry about it, the food will be served soon.

Kusuo Saiki walked to a seat inside. This was a good spot, where he couldn't see the breakfast of young master Gojo next door; otherwise, even he would be jealous.