The weekend is always a happy time for everyone.

Even in his original world, as the godfather, Tsunayoshi Sawada would secretly give himself a holiday on weekends.

But he is a leader after all, so his vacation cannot be called a two-day weekend like when he was in the Port Mafia. At best, he would go down the mountain when he had nothing to do and stroll around the town governed by the Vongola.

Sitting in the chief's office at this time is his loyal subordinate and friend, the first-rate right-hand man, Gokudera Hayato.

When the young man with short silver hair was younger, he secretly hated himself for not being able to sneak out with the leader, but when Sawada Tsunayoshi invited him, he felt that it was his honor to be able to help the leader solve his problems.

And if it were someone else, Hayato Jigokudera would have become inexplicably worried on the road.

So at times like this, the person who would sneak out with Sawada Tsunayoshi would often be Yamamoto Takeshi or some other friend.

After all, he is the leader of the world's largest and most established mafia.

Although Sawada Tsunayoshi's military power is enough to flatten the entire Sicily Island in a short time, but for some reason, in the eyes of other family members, he is still the weak boy. So whenever he goes out without a guardian or other middle-level family members, those elders who have one leg half in the coffin will come to his door the next day, shouting at him to open the door, and then sit in front of the young godfather with tears and snot.

【“Wuwu Decimo, how can we live without you?”】

——and cried about some random things that gave the Godfather a headache.

It was good to be here. Although they were not real brothers, his achievements in the past few years were enough for Mori Ogai to treat him as a half-brother (not really). Even those unnecessary resentments were suppressed a lot after the brown-haired young man got angry after a certain test and followed his brother Weilun around for several months, and was finally persuaded by Mori Ogai's earnest letters.

Therefore, in the port mafia, Sawada Tsunayoshi's requests can almost all be met.

——Including the two-day weekend that even the chief Dazai Osamu doesn’t have.

But maybe it's what they say, that what you can't get is what's causing the excitement, while what's within your reach is not that important... While driving back to the Port Mafia, Tsunayoshi Sawada remembered after a long time how he sneaked out to rest with the help of his friends when he first arrived at the Vongola.

At that time, they had just arrived at Vongola. The ninth grandfather waved his hand in a particularly casual manner and couldn't wait to take Xanxus to travel around, leaving such a big stall of Vongola directly in the hands of Tsunayoshi Sawada.

The elders in the Council of Elders had not yet become the tearful and snotty people they would be in the future, and they were staring sternly and covetously at the new tenth-generation family leader.

Sawada Tsunayoshi was under a lot of pressure at one point. Even Nana's mother's encouragement could not make the young godfather's brown hair stand up. The soft flesh on his cheeks, which had been well-nourished, also shrunk a lot. His eyes were dark and he looked even more haggard than before the final exam.

In order to encourage the leader, the boys and girls, whose pressure was not small but much less than that of the godfather who faced all kinds of accusations, worked together to "steal" the young godfather, who was still wearing a black suit, out of the Vongola castle in the afternoon after a meeting.

Tsunayoshi Sawada who is taking a lunch break:?

Although the young godfather was surprised, he said nothing because of his trust in his companions. Only when they reached their destination did he reveal a faint smile, which made the silver-haired boy beside him couldn't help but call out "Judai-nea".

The black-haired boy, who was mainly a baseball player, almost hung his entire body on him due to his height and laughed heartily.

"Just have enough fun today, Gang!"

"That's right, forget about work and everything else, Sawada!"

"You're right, please take a good rest for a while... Boss."

Even Rambo, who always liked to make trouble, showed a sympathetic look to his poor brother, and tried to tiptoe in Chrom's arms to pat Sawada Tsunayoshi's shoulder - but failed.

"Play with Master Rambo next time, Tsuna."

So reliable that Mr. Godfather almost shed tears.

——Even after having fun, the little Maverick, who was used to being spoiled by his brother, still acted so naughty that he almost bullied his brother.

After playing until the evening, the group reluctantly said goodbye to the simple and warm-hearted farmers in the town. When they returned to Vongola, they remembered some forgotten things belatedly.

For example, the world's number one killer named "Reborn" who is standing at the castle gate now and who Hibari Kyoya was persuaded by some unknown bargaining chip to challenge in the afternoon.

Also, the tutor of Tsunayoshi Sawada.

The kind that left the most significant mark in the young godfather's life with Spartan methods.

Thinking of this, Sawada Tsunayoshi couldn't help but burst out laughing.

He parked the car and walked towards the Mafia building at the port without any hesitation. Everyone could see the happy smile on his face.

The port mafia building has recently become a landmark of Yokohama.

Although outsiders are still afraid of the port mafia's notoriety, there are still many people who come to check in nearby. For this reason, they even selected the most photo-friendly building among the six buildings. On weekdays, there are people coming here to check in and take photos.

To be fair, ever since they got on board with A, the money-grabbing (unjust) bag (big) man (head), the port mafia has hardly ever worried about finances again.

The building of the Port Mafia was naturally also funded and built by A, because he himself wanted a building dedicated to his cadres, so the other four also had their own buildings. Surrounding the twin buildings in the middle belonging to the leader - belonging to Mori Ogai and Sawada Tsunayoshi respectively, indicating that the two have equal status and power in the organization - from a distance it does not look like the lair of an extremely evil mafia, but rather the headquarters of some international enterprise.

When Sawada Tsunayoshi drove in, some people knew that the boss was coming, and the messages in various small groups immediately started flying around, mixed with weird words like "I haven't seen the boss for a long time, I'm dying" and "Crown Prince, Crown Prince".

There are also subordinates of Tsunayoshi Sawada who have prepared briefings on various things that happened when their boss was away on weekends. When Tsunayoshi Sawada entered his own floor, they followed him closely and reported in a clear and clear voice like the hosts of the new O News.

However, before coming here, Tsunayoshi Sawada received a text message from his subordinate saying that he had temporarily asked for leave and had selected a new person to take charge of this job.

But I didn't expect it to be this child.

Sawada Tsunayoshi tilted his head slightly and looked at the black-haired girl.

"Are you okay here?" he asked, looking more intimate. "Won't Akutagawa... Ryunosuke be angry, Gin?"

Yes, this newcomer is none other than Akutagawa Gin, who has some connection with Sawada Tsunayoshi.

Her brother, Ryunosuke Akutagawa, was once favored by Dazai Osamu, who wanted to keep him as his subordinate. However, no one knew what happened, and within a few months the boy left Dazai and returned to the slums. When they met again, he was already the leader of a new organization in the slums and was working with Nakahara Chuuya.

Because the two sides often cooperate, Sawada Tsunayoshi and the two siblings of the Akutagawa family are quite familiar with each other.

Hearing his question, the girl who was working hard to report with a folder in her hands blinked, gave a shy smile, and shook her head.

"I told my brother about it." She said softly, like a tiny flower, "I told my brother to work part-time to support me with my studies. My brother agreed."

Work and study.

These four words combined together in Yokohama seem absurd, and even Sawada Tsunayoshi couldn't help but twitch his lips.

In that case, there is actually no reason to disagree.

After all, Gin Akutagawa's school does have a target quota for work-study every year, and instead of letting the girl work as a clerk in any convenience store on the street, it is better to put her under Tsunayoshi Sawada, who knows her well - after all, Tsunayoshi Sawada is not someone else, and there is no need to worry that Gin Akutagawa will be treated badly or threatened here.

I just don’t know what expression the teacher will have when he sees the certificate of part-time job is signed by “Port Co., Ltd.”

After all, as a five-good mafia that knows the law, abides by the law and enforces the law, the Port Mafia also pays taxes every year and is naturally a major taxpayer in Yokohama. Its shell "Port Co., Ltd." is such that anyone in Yokohama knows that it is the Port Mafia.

Tsunayoshi Sawada turned his head to look at the girl who had started reporting the news again (not). She had long since gotten rid of the thinness and frailty that she had when they first met. Although she still looked slender, she exuded more of a healthy beauty.

Not to mention that Ryunosuke Akutagawa sent his sister to a girls' school. After getting to know more people of the same age, the girl's personality became much more cheerful.

That's good.

As I was thinking this, I heard the other party's voice pause.

Sawada Tsunayoshi tilted his head slightly: "What?"

Akutagawa Gin frowned and said, "Seventh, Councillor Maeda will be giving a lecture in Yokohama in the coming days. Also, recently, it seems that people pretending to be members of the Port Mafia have appeared and are causing trouble in various places in Yokohama. The government has sent an inquiry letter."

Sawada Tsunayoshi raised his eyebrows.

"It's okay," he waved his hand and comforted the little kid who had just finished his shift. "Is this the last one? Yin, go and have a rest first. I'll call you if I need anything."

Only after the little girl with clenched fists diligently stuck her head out and brought him a cup of coffee did Sawada Tsunayoshi begin to think about the information he had just heard.

If it happened on a normal day, it would be fine. Every year, there are many small organizations that use the name of the Port Mafia to bully others. The Port Mafia naturally has corresponding actions, but the name of Yokohama's largest mafia is really useful, so it is almost impossible to stop it.

However, the fact that this matter was brought to his attention showed that the other party had already grown to a certain scale, and recently he had been targeted by the military and police... For some reason, Tsunayoshi Sawada always had a bad feeling in his heart.

He took off his coat and hung it on the hanger, then put on a black suit and cape for work, looked out the window, and suppressed the vague premonition in his heart.

They still have to have a meeting anyway...just leave the baldness issue to Dr. Mori!

…

Under the same sky, at the other end of the city, in a villa, Councillor Maeda, who was scheduled to arrive in Yokohama in two days, was playing golf in his residence.

His arrival was very low-key, at least not many people knew about it openly, and even within the government system, not many people knew about it.

Because Representative Maeda came here not just for the tour.

He swung the golf club in his hand and heard the sound of footsteps behind him without turning his head.

The white ball flew off the ground. The man covered his forehead with one hand and watched the ball fly away. A smug smile appeared on his face. Then he turned his head and smiled at the person who came.

"Here we go, want a ball?"

The person standing in front of him was none other than the man named Fukuchi Sakurachi.

The two had been in a cooperative relationship for many years, so there was no usual difference between superiors and subordinates when they met. Instead, they hugged each other first, and then the man continued to laugh out loud.

"But you are the [Hero of the Far East], please go easy on me."

Fukuchi Sakura showed a neither humble nor arrogant smile on her silly face.

"It is you, Commander Maeda. Even I don't have the ability to absolutely win against you."

After all, the other party is just an ordinary person, but he has more experience, right?

Although he knew that Fukuchi Sakurachi could easily defeat him in this matter, the man still felt very comfortable and relaxed, and immediately laughed even more happily.

The two chatted for a while.

After all, they are old "partners" who have been together all the way. Before the superpower war many years ago, the two of them were in a superior-subordinate relationship in the military. It was only later that Maeda turned to the political field for some reason and gradually became the "Congressman Maeda" in front of the stage.

However, Fukuchi Sakurachi continued to address the other party as "Commander" as before.

After chatting, the two entered this overly large villa. Although it was just a temporary place to stay, the Maeda family was wealthy and had properties not only in Yokohama but almost everywhere in Japan. Naturally, they would reserve the best one for the owner.

Maeda Yuya brought Fukuchi Sakurachi into the reception hall. When he saw Jouno Caiju who came with Fukuchi Sakurachi, he greeted her. Then he wiped his hands with the hot towel handed to him by the attendant, put on his gold-rimmed reading glasses, and read the report handed to him by Fukuchi Sakurachi with empty eyes.

"I see. It seems our Lady Amaterasu is living well here." He showed a broad smile on his face and turned page after page, carefully reading the information. From time to time, he looked up and asked Fukuchi Sakurachi - later, when he heard that the information was collected by Jyouno Caiju, he changed the question to Jyouno Caiju - some questions, looking like he was very concerned.

Tiao Ye Caiju originally thought that the congressman wanted the young gentleman's information in order to deal with the other party, but it sounded like he wanted to dig up everything the other party had experienced in the past few years, so she felt that there was something strange about it.

It can't be that a father's heart just came out of nowhere?

Thinking of this, Councillor Maeda pulled out a small handkerchief from somewhere and wiped his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I'm still sick," he said, "but I'm glad to see that you're doing well."

Fukuchi Sakura smiled foolishly.

"After all, that gentleman is your own creation." He said, "How about it? Looking at him, does he feel like your son?"

Councillor Maeda had a look of reproach on his face.

"Hey, how can you say he's your son?"

After a deliberate pause, he relaxed his expression and laughed.

"That child has to be considered my grandson, hahahaha."

After hearing these words and hearing the other party's heartbeat, Tiaoye Caiju's expression couldn't help but become strange.

But no one cared about him. After the two of them talked, Fukuchi Sakurachi took him away.

With his hands behind his back, he watched two figures get into the car parked at the gate of the villa. Councillor Maeda's smiling face relaxed and he took out a cigarette from his waist.

"What do you think, sir?"

he asked.

In the shadows behind him, a figure walked out slowly.

He was a black-haired young man wearing a white coat with a fluffy collar and a furry hat on his head, which made him look out of place in such a hot day.

The young man looked thin, with a sickly pale face and dark circles under his eyes. He looked like he was about to fall, and one could not help but worry that he would faint at the next moment.

He coughed and looked away from the black car that drove away.

"The God of the Sun has become a climate. It will not be easy for you to reclaim him." He whispered, occasionally coughing, which made Maeda's expression look unpleasant.

"but."

He said this, standing at the dividing line before stepping into the sunlight, with what could be considered a beautiful smile on his face.

"But I can help you."

He said softly, his voice low and seductive, "With me by your side, you will definitely get what you want."

The man looked away.

In an instant, many scenes flashed through his mind, and finally stopped at the last blow of the skinny god on Chang'an Island transmitted from the camera.

The bright flames burned the sky. It was his greatest work, no doubt about it.

So the man laughed.

"Then I'll leave it to you," he said, paused, and called out the other person's name, "Mr. Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoyevsky."