The Daily Life of Saiki Kusuo in Zoldyck

Miki followed closely behind and sat down very naturally next to Saiki Kusuo.

So, it turns out that any interval is completely unnecessary.

Milluki set out the bowl and chopsticks, poured out some snacks to share with Saiki Kusuo, picked up the chopsticks with his fingers, and began to write on the table.

The chopsticks left traces of the words being read.

Oh, a game of passing notes?

Mi Ji: Look at this, look at this, look at this, look at this!

It's making my eyes water, you idiot.

You can see that there's no need to use condensation to perceive this kind of thing.

Kusuo Saiki extended his hand, but how could he express that he understood? Although Milluki had already used Nen, he wouldn't be using Nen on his side.

Such a small problem is of course no challenge for someone with superpowers.

Kusuo Saiki gave a thumbs up.

Miji: Nice! Bro, let me tell you something!

In some ways, we can't escape the transmission of our true feelings.

Milluki: Ughhhhh, I don't understand! Why do Dad and the others have to put up with this? I've never been treated like this before!

Oh, so Milluki has been holding back his anger all this time.

Milluki: That ten-year-old brat is so arrogant, he should be shown the Zoldycks' power!

You were only 12 years old.

Milluki: How dare you call the Zoldycks poor bastards!

The person who called everyone poor was probably that guy named Jing.

Miki: And that so-called "no limits" is too naive. There is no defense that our family can't break through!

Does having the strongest shield necessarily mean having the strongest spear?

But Kusuo Saiki had just observed that the opponent's ability called "no limits" was probably impervious to any physical attack.

Milluki: Damn it! The row of bodyguards behind me looks like a noble young master from a comic book. I'm a noble young master too!

So you were thinking about this kind of thing before?

After hearing no more inner thoughts, I almost forgot that Milluki is a two-dimensional human.

Oh, it seems to be the most 2D of the 2D world.

The chopsticks clicked loudly against the plate, and the mother next to him glanced over: "What is Milluki doing?"

Mom's eyes weren't just for show; they were electronic eyes connected to her Nen ability. Theoretically, she shouldn't be able to see what was written on Milluki's plate, but the electronic eyes had already recorded and analyzed the scene.

On the plate: Kill that brat.

The traces of thought that disappeared as Miki wrote were the last thing he left behind.

From a normal perspective, it's a really bad sentence, right?

"Wow!! I didn't expect Milluki to have grown up so much! You're great, Milluki. Let Mom hear how you plan to kill him? What methods will you use?" The Zoldyck's mother was deeply moved.

Mi Ji suddenly felt embarrassed.

Ah, of course. If it were me, I could think of 36 ways to break the bottom line. Milluki can only talk tough.

Miji's phone screen lit up, and he immediately picked it up to cover it up: "Mom, Mom, let me check the message!"

Kikyo had calmed down considerably, opening his fan to conceal his face: "Hmm~"

But then she thought of an interesting question and gently called out, "Little Qi, Kurt, it's almost time to get to your seats."

"If that young master Gojo were the target, how would you attack him?"

“Scraps of paper can get in anywhere, attacking him in inconspicuous places… Mom,” Kurt replied.

"As for assassination, I can just find an opportunity to strike and succeed. He still wants to be friends with me, so I'll be friends with him. He seems quite approachable," Killua replied.

Just tell me if you really want to make friends.

The other elders turned their gazes toward Illumi.

I have a bad feeling; I'm not going to be next.

Suddenly, Milluki interrupted the little discussion: "We're being investigated!"

Everyone's eyes turned to Mi Ji.

"Suddenly, someone on the intelligence network started investigating Zoldyck."

"A client?" Illumi asked, arms crossed.

"He checked appearance and ability, nothing special..."

"Knock knock." The waiter knocked twice and came in. The Zoldycks all stopped talking.

Faced with the room suddenly falling into absolute silence, the waiter almost thought he had forgotten to wear his ears when he came in.

"Well, breakfast will take a little while. These are some snacks brought over by Young Master Wu from next door. Please enjoy them." The waiter bowed and brought in the plates.

"Put it down," Geno said.

The waiter nervously placed two small plates of various pastries on the table.

After the waiter left, Milluki's gaze was fixed on the desserts, and for a moment he didn't continue the conversation.

"Hey, Milluki—" Killua moved a little closer to the snacks, picked up two pieces, and took the first bite with his cat face showing. "Wow, this is so delicious! Here!"

The pastry was thrown in an arc and flew towards Kusuo Saiki's face. Kusuo Saiki was surprised and just reached out to catch it, but Milluki caught it first with greater agility.

I almost hit Milluki's hand; it would have been bad if he had broken it.

#Zoldyck family fights over a dessert#

This kind of title is absolutely unacceptable.

Milluki felt relieved after receiving the dessert and wanted to continue what he had been saying, but then he heard the door open and a new waiter arrived.

"Excuse me, gentlemen. This is a Magnum sweet chocolate smoothie sent by Young Master Wu from next door. Please enjoy it."

“This is not…” Geno began, but his words trailed off.

Kusuo Saiki speaks out for love.

"...Put this down and tell the Gojo family next door not to send anything. Just bring up the breakfast we ordered ourselves," Geno instructed.

A wise choice indeed. Kusuo Saiki noticed another waiter bringing over a plate of fish.

After the waiter left, Milluki immediately continued, "Most customers check our strength but not our appearance, right? The most important thing is that Dad and Grandpa just finished a mission at Yorkxin, and the information really was sold! Even if it was just a written description!"

"Oh? What does the written description say?" Illumi asked.

"White hair, naturally curly, a tough guy and an old man."

"Pfft—! Hahaha, this description is too good..." Killua couldn't finish laughing because the elder's eyes were fixed on him. "It's too general. Don't be nervous..." Killua forced back the words that were too funny.

He immediately picked up the spoon and poked at the small mountain of shaved ice that hadn't yet been turned to Saiki Kusuo.

They scooped away the dreamlike color palette from the small mountain peak.

Kusuo Saiki: To cover up your embarrassment, you can actually eat the dessert that's closer to you, Killua.

Kurt followed suit and picked up his own small bowl.

...Yale yaale.

Eating too much ice in the morning isn't good either, so let's just leave it to them.

Bonus Chapter: Eating, Shopping, and Watching Movies - The Strongest One Who Was Locked Up

In the next room, Gojo Satoru sorted the desserts he had tried, putting the ones he liked on one side and the ones he didn't like on the other.

Wujiao Jing directed the people from the side: "Write all of this down, keep samples, and make sure the family's pastry chef can make all the dishes that the young master likes!"

“Mirror—” Gojo Satoru wandered around the table listlessly. He was always very free and didn’t care about mealtime rules.

“Young Master, I am here.” Gojo Kagami said respectfully.

"I don't think I need it. Desserts are something you discover by chance to be pleasantly surprised. If I want them, I'll travel a long way to buy them."

"Young master is right."

"Yes, yes, you always agree so readily, but you still have to do it?"

Gojo Satoru put his hands in his pockets, stepped on the wall, and left a big footprint.

"Mirror, you're really annoying when you're trying to read people's minds."

As soon as Gojo Satoru finished speaking, Gojo Kagami used his ability on the wall.

One of his abilities is to mirror anything within the range of his own "Circle" energy.

"It is my honor to understand what you mean, young master, and I am happy about it." Gojo Kagami knew what Gojo Satoru was thinking and wanted to share his favorite food. That 12-year-old Zoldyck kid was really talented, and Gojo Satoru had always lacked a peer who could be his equal. It was no surprise that he had feelings for that kid.

It's wrong to stop the young master; they're just a bunch of poor killers who can be ordered around with money.

Gojo Kagami punched the wall.

The wall was cracked with countless fissures, like a shattered piece of glass. This abnormal way of destruction alerted everyone instantly.

The wall shattered into countless fragments, which crashed down, yet these fragments were still made of the same material as the wall, falling into the private room where the Zoldyck family was located.

Although the sound was obvious, Kusuo Saiki did not immediately hide. He sat at the very back, with his back against the wall, and did not see the change in the glass with his naked eye or out of the corner of his eye.

They were even startled by dangers that caught them completely off guard.

Bang! Five, six, or seven stones hit Saiki Kusuo.

At this moment, there are two people in the room.

One side stands atop the shattered ruins, while the other side is positioned in various locations far from the table.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't expect anyone from the Zoldyck family to have failed to dodge?"

I'd like to ask why a movable wall was destroyed?