When the rookie was stuffed into Yokohama, he never thought that a rookie like him would be able to go from a penniless undercover agent to a capable general of the leader of the "Sheep" organization he was undercover for (probably) in just three months.

Although some of them, such as Mr. Shirase, the leader's right-hand man, went to Europe for further studies, and the others also had their own reasons, it was still a bit absurd that a newcomer with an unclear identity could become the leader's capable subordinate in such a short period of time and get access to a lot of important intelligence of the organization... No matter how you think about it, it's still a bit absurd.

This incident frightened him so much that he thought for a moment that the other party was setting a trap to catch him when he showed his true colors.

Then he remembered that he was just a rookie. Even if he was exposed, he would never see the leader again and would be directly taken to Shenheng Bay. He was not worth the effort to set up such a trap for the other party.

If it were their instructor, he might have the qualifications.

Rookie: Excuse me, I am not worthy of it.

But being able to achieve this level, at least his performance in the practical course of infiltration and search is not much worse.

The rookie thought vaguely that although he might be boasting, among all the undercover agents who graduated from the police academy, the only one who did better than him was probably the "senior" in the legend.

Word of mouth spread among many experienced seniors, and even a cold-faced instructor like Kurosawa had to admit his great achievements. At one point, the rookie wanted to meet him by chance in school or the police station and ask for his autograph... if he was still there.

It is said that Officer Hagiwara, who often came to the police academy as a guest star because he had a good relationship with Instructor Kurosawa, laughed out loud when he heard his delusion. As a result, when he came the next time, he actually brought an autograph.

——【Skylark】.

How strange.

The rookie couldn't help but wonder, was the senior's name actually [Skylark]?

These two characters fit well as both a name and a surname. What puzzled him was why there were only two characters. However, when he caught the eye of Senior Hagiwara, he wisely did not ask the question in his mind.

One day you'll know.

The rookie thought.

Then when the other party came to his senses, he got the answer.

"Has Xiaoqingsen read that novel?" The young man with short hair that reached his shoulders hooked his arm around his neck and said with a smile, "About me..."

Before he finished speaking, the rookie's eyes lit up and he completed the title of "This Thing".

He later learned from a reliable senior that the light novel, which he had once liked and which was the reason why he chose this course, which could be considered a required course for undercover agents, was written by the legendary Senior S.

Rookie:?

Rookie: ???

The rookie's eyes were filled with shock.

But this is already a long way off.

At this moment, as a rookie who gained the trust of the Sheep King in just three months, he finally had the illusion that he was getting closer to his senior.

He held a stack of documents, took a deep breath, and knocked on the leader's door.

The Sheep King, Nakahara Nakaya, is also a tolerant boss.

Before going undercover, the rookie had memorized a lot of information about the other party. He once looked at the other party's hobby, which seemed to be helping an old lady cross the street after get off work as a good deed.

If those things happened to an ordinary person, it could be said that they were kind, but when the protagonist became the boss of the Mafia, things became strange.

But obviously, there is more to the strangeness of Nakahara Chuuya.

After being undercover for three months and staying with Chuuya Nakahara for a while, the rookie has gradually understood some of Chuuya Nakahara's habits.

For example, he would really help an old lady cross the street when he had nothing to do; he also had a family and did not pop out of a crack in the rocks; and he would write a letter every week and deliver it to a fixed address without fail.

The rookie had explored this matter hesitantly, and Shirase, who was still wary of him at the time - and still is - showed a strange expression on his face for once, but didn't explain, and just told him to mind his own business.

Later, because Shirase's attitude was a bit too much, Yuzukyo, who had a good relationship with both him and Nakahara Chuuya, came over and reminded him that it was about Nakahara Chuuya's brother who died long ago.

This is an important piece of information.

The rookie took note of it secretly and wanted to ask further, but the pink-haired girl refused to talk about anything.

However, this matter was not a secret among the group of "sheep" who had followed Nakahara Chuuya from the beginning.

In less than a week, the rookie had already figured out the general idea.

It turns out that in the early years, Chuuya Nakahara still had a family member in Yokohama.

However, the other party cannot be considered a member of the "Sheep". Compared to the "Sheep", the young man who is probably Nakahara Chuuya's brother has a deeper connection and involvement with another huge monster in Yokohama, the Port Mafia.

So much so that when the Port Mafia was devouring the mafia of all sizes in Yokohama at a terrifying rate, the "sheep" that were not as powerful as they are now survived the Port Mafia's crazy expansion.

Of course, the master of gravity, Nakahara Chuuya, played a role in this, but Rookie speculates that this matter may be more closely related to Nakahara Chuuya's brother, whom he has yet to meet.

After all…

"Tsuna-san was the top figure in the Port Mafia." The little lamb who was said to have been hugged by "Tsuna-san" held his head high and said, "Tsuna-san is super-awesome."

so it is.

The rookie nodded, thought about it, and decided to give that Tsuna brother a code name in his mind.

Hmm...let's call it tuna.

And returning to the topic we are discussing, the address that Nakahara Chuuya always wrote letters to was a place where he and the tuna once lived together.

——This is the conclusion that the rookie came to after investigation.

Specifically, it was the early residence of [Yang], deep in Leibo Street.

In recent years, Port Mafia and Sheep have jointly organized numerous projects to improve the living conditions of Yokohama residents. One of them was the demolition of Leibo Street, which was almost comparable to a slum.

The houses and compensation obtained after the demolition are enough for those people to live for a period of time, and a large area originally occupied by homeless people has been vacated, and it is said that further development will be carried out in the next few years.

In other words, that area is still a wasteland for the time being.

So...

The rookie looked at his leader hesitantly, and the other party obviously did not avoid him. He bent over the desk and picked up the pen. The expression on his face was the gentleness that the rookie had only seen when he was writing letters.

Although the King of Sheep has always been known for his gentleness and strength, the gentleness he displays always contains a sharp edge.

But at this moment, the other party completely dropped his guard and mask.

A tranquil tenderness emanated from him. When he was young, the undisciplined boy could never sit still, picking up scraps of paper to write letters to Verlaine, who was traveling somewhere unknown, and mailing them together with his brother's letters. He would then receive a reply after an unknown amount of time.

"He can't see anyway." The young Nakahara Chuuya once complained, "It's the same if we can talk about anything when we meet in person."

"Really?" The brown-haired young man who had finished writing his letter early and was reading a book on the bed looked up, his eyes gentle, "But, if I don't send out the letter I wrote with great difficulty, I always feel that it's a bit of a waste - right?"

No, what he meant was that you shouldn't write it from the beginning.

At that time, young people were often impatient, but under the gentle gaze of their brothers, they could only suppress their temper and write.

Before I knew it, it became a habit.

So while waiting for that person to come back, he subconsciously started writing a letter.

Anyway, whether you write to one person or two people, you still write.

But after I finished writing it, I remembered what that person said, that if I don’t send it, it will be wasted.

So before I knew it, I was standing in front of the mailbox.

It was winter then, and Chuuya Nakahara had just returned from a distant foreign country. After seeing the mackerel marinated with the flavor of brotherhood, he breathed in the cool air and put a letter sharing a particularly funny story into the mailbox, and even felt a vague sense of anticipation in his heart.

Thus, this habit has continued to this day.

The youthful boy was polished by time, and finally exuded a mature flavor when he lowered his head to write a letter.

He wrote the last line of the signature, from "Zhan Xinjia" at the beginning to his own name at the end. After confirming that it was correct, he sealed the thin piece of paper into the envelope.

Then he looked up at the rookie.

"It's Aomori." He called the rookie's name familiarly, "Why, what's the matter?"

The rookie came to his senses and bowed slightly.

"Yes," he said, "they are representatives from the Vongola, and they have already entered Yokohama."

…

…

Tsunayoshi Sawada never thought that he would feel dizzy when he set foot on Yokohama land again.

He stood on the ground for a while, but he was still dizzy. Even Squalo hesitated and asked him if he was okay.

Yes, if it was the original Vongola godfather Sawada Tsunayoshi, it would be fine, but the brat now is a real brat...

Squalo thought about his Mamon's usual performance. Although he didn't understand the other party's situation as clearly as others because the other party was an illusionist, there is a saying that goes, "a weak illusionist."

Mamon is one of the most outstanding ones.

Not only in battle, but also on ordinary days, I seem to be more likely to catch colds and get sick than them.

Thinking of this, Squadron Leader Varian, who was used to an overly rough and wild way of rushing, felt a pang in his heart. Looking at Tsunayoshi Sawada, who was spinning in circles and would have a lot of circles swirling around his head if the state could be materialized, he felt guilty for a rare moment.

He lifted the cub up and stroked its back with rare gentleness.

"How are you, kid?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi was about to slow down a bit, but when he was lifted up by the man, he felt a sour feeling in his throat and he waved his hands repeatedly, hoping that the man would put him back.

It took a long time for Sawada Tsunayoshi to come back to his senses.

Squalo had been waiting for him for a while, leaning against the motorcycle with his arms clasped over his chest. Seeing that he had rested enough, he lowered his eyes and looked at him.

"Are you...carsick?" He had a complicated expression.

Sawada Tsunayoshi was silent for a moment and also showed a complicated expression.

"Maybe," he muttered. "Something like a Scooter or something."

Scuvaro: ...

No matter how slow-witted he was, he could still figure out the problem. He coughed, took the cub to find a hotel, packed up, and prepared to go out and rent a car as his means of transportation.

It doesn't matter about other cities in Japan, Vongola has some layouts in major cities.

But Yokohama is a little special. At least until now, Vongola has found a way to cooperate with them.

When you think about this matter carefully, you will always find all kinds of unreasonable things. Squalo also wanted to explore it, but later he was always disturbed and interrupted by various things, so he didn't know when it became a natural thing from his subconscious.

As he said this, his expression began to become confused.

Seeing the other person complaining about this, Sawada Tsunayoshi sipped the drink that Squalo bought for him because his expression was too ugly, and sat in the other person's arms, swinging his legs.

"Gurgle~"

A voice suddenly rang out between the two of them.

Squalo lowered his head and looked at the little kid sitting in his arms.

Then I saw the other person blink innocently, lowered his head and touched his belly.

"I'm hungry." The tenth generation of the Vongola family said to him without changing his expression, "The baby needs to be ensured to eat."

The way he spoke was quite Reborn-like.

Squalo endured it, and being interrupted like this he didn't bother to recall what he was thinking or saying just now, and he let out a disgusted sound.

"What do you want to eat?" the dark shark expert asked coldly.

The brown-haired cub sipped from the straw and thought for a while, then came up with the answer with a stern face.

"hamburger."

——So, this is why the two of them are sitting in a Ken's house at this moment.

This kind of fast food restaurant is not new to Squalo. When on a mission, they prefer these fast food restaurants to those family restaurants where they have to wait for an unknown amount of time.

But sitting in a cheerful fast food restaurant, eating a children's meal with a young cub, was something that Squaro had never experienced before.

If he had known, he would not have agreed to what the kid said, "You can only get the blind box if you order the children's meal" and "I want a hidden version... Doesn't Squalo think that he needs a hidden version to be worthy of the ruthless Mafia?"

Fuck the ruthless Mafia.

Looking at the five children's meals on the table, Squalo thought grimly, he shouldn't have believed the kid's lies, saying that the next one would definitely be here... How many children's meals have been here? Definitely? ?

As if knowing what was roaring in his heart, the brown-haired cub bit the small fork, slightly raised its head, and gave him a soft smile.

He was wearing the small mask that came with the children's meal, and his fake-looking golden curls were scattered from his head, completely covering the cub's face.

A bright red mask covered the upper half of his face, with two large holes that were probably eyes, perhaps too big for an adult but just right for a cub, and finally a yellow nose that stuck up high, like an eagle's nose.

Squalo wanted to slam the table and stand up immediately.

However, before he could say anything, he heard a panicked noise coming from outside.

The operations captain, whose understanding of the city of Yokohama was still limited to the fact that he might be dragged into the Mafia's fight after nightfall, frowned, picked up Sawada Tsunayoshi with one hand, and became alert.

The crowd dispersed, and many men in black suits and black sunglasses quickly locked onto them, and finally cleared a passage for them in the crowd.

Squalo frowned.

"Hey," he called to the nearest man, "what organization are you from?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhongyuan Zhong walked in from outside.

Although he knew that the "guest" from Vongola had come to Yokohama, he did not expect that the other party would be so... childish?

The ochre-haired young man's eyes flickered to the children's meals piled behind the silver-haired man, and then he saw the masked baby in the other's arms, and he understood immediately.

He stood in front of the man, with his black suit draped over his shoulders, fluttering in the air as he walked, and then falling in a soft arc after he stood still, sticking to the young man's side.

Nakahara Chuuya smiled slightly, nodded slightly to the other party, and stretched out his black-gloved hand in front of the other party, making a gesture for a handshake.

"Mr. Sbelbi Squalo?" he said softly. Sawada Tsunayoshi was held in Squalo's arms and looked up at him. Without his knowledge, his once young brother had grown into a reliable and mature man. It was as if the lights from the store were shining down, casting a circle of golden light around him.

Grown up.

He thought somewhat dejectedly.

"Welcome to Yokohama. I am the King of Sheep, Nakahara Chuuya."

The middle.