"Bang."

A gunshot was heard.

Sawada Tsunayoshi ignited the flame almost subconsciously, and his young and tender hands grasped the muzzle of the gun, melting it before the bullet was fired.

With a bang, the muzzle of the gun that was blocked by the flame suddenly exploded. However, neither Sawada Tsunayoshi nor Kurosawa Jin gave the poor hand||gun the slightest glance. In the blink of an eye, the two men had already changed places while fighting.

Even though they once had a close relationship, after experiencing death and time, deception and meal replacements, both parties resorted to force when they were able to communicate face to face again.

Even though it was still the body of a baby, he had barely gained complete control of it. However, with the help of the Death Qi Mode, Sawada Tsunayoshi still had a hard time fighting with Kurosawa Jin.

But the strength was slipping away.

If he were an adult, he might fight with the opponent until the end of time (which is not right), until one of them wins.

But he is just a baby now.

A baby who was still wearing diapers.

Although his respected tutor has the ability to become the world's number one killer with the body of a baby, as the opponent's disciple and the godfather of the inner world, Sawada Tsunayoshi's skills are naturally not to be underestimated.

But he was still not able to control himself well as it was his first time shrinking and his second time being a baby.

Therefore, after continuous fighting, they gradually lost the upper hand.

If it were anyone else, they would have already pretended to be knocked down by the leader by now, and would even exaggerate and shout something like "As expected of the tenth generation, you're still amazing even if you've turned into a baby!"

However, the person standing in front of Sawada Tsunayoshi at this moment is Kurosawa Jin, a man who, even though he is surrounded by the police, is often suspected of being the murderer when he accidentally appears at a murder scene because of his too dark aura.

Therefore, after a momentary, almost unnoticeable mistake, Tsunayoshi Sawada was grabbed by the back of the neck by the opponent.

He turned his head away awkwardly.

It's not that I can't escape what I want to say...but is it necessary?

Tsunayoshi Sawada thinks not.

Kurosawa Jin snorted coldly.

"So weak." He lifted the brown cub up, his green pupils narrowed slightly, and he smiled like a sly kid, "You are so weak now, Sawada Tsunayoshi."

When this name came out of his mouth, Sawada Tsunayoshi couldn't help but tremble.

After all, he had only ever heard the name "Johnny Winger" from Kurosawa Jin's mouth.

Being called by his real name made it hard for him not to feel as if he had failed as an undercover agent and was about to be shot in the head by Gin.

But he is very weak now.

The brown-haired cub kicked its legs weakly in the air, like a dying...little fat goose.

Cough cough.

After all, his body was quite chubby, and the small cape covered most of the cub's body, so when he was carried like this, apart from his head, only his two toes were exposed.

Therefore, all you can see is the baby's chubby face, which leads people to misunderstand the size of the cub's godfather.

However, with his weight in Kurosawa Jin's hand, it was probably no different from the pistol he just threw out.

The biggest difference is probably that this guy is not as silent as a cold weapon. He has a mouth and can talk, which is very scary.

Sawada Tsunayoshi tried hard to turn his head, blinked at Kurosawa Jin who was thinking about something, and smiled cautiously.

"Let's talk." He said, paused, softened his tone, and called the other party affectionately, "Okay, Gin?"

…

"Kurosawa Jin?"

Nakahara Chuuya was shaking the hot information he had just obtained, raised his eyebrows, and read out the name of a certain guy.

The information of Kenji Hagiwara who came with Kurosawa Jin was also in his hand, but the King of Sheep threw it aside after a quick glance. Instead, he had a strange look on his face at the information which was obviously embellished by an insider.

Opposite him was Verlaine, and when the man heard the name, he frowned slightly.

"Gin?" Verlaine asked.

Nakahara Chuuya nodded.

"Yes, this was his former code name, so Tsuneyoshi must have called him by this code name."

His expression was very strange when he said this. When he was sure that Sawada Tsunayoshi called him "Gin" instead of "Jin", he let out a breath subtly, then straightened his face and looked at his brother.

Verlaine had already read Gin's fake information. The sheep's intelligence network was very extensive in Yokohama, and almost no secrets could escape the sheep's eyes. However, when it came to places outside Yokohama, there was a lack of follow-up.

Especially recently, there have been some turmoil in the world, and some cracks have appeared...

Thinking of this, Weilun looked at his carefree(?) brother and buried all these thoughts in his heart.

When Rimbaud came in with a cup of tea, he saw the light blond man with his head lowered and his chin clenched in deep thought.

He found it amusing for some reason, and thought that Verlaine looked like a majestic Siberian cat, staring at his food with great care.

Such a thought made him smile, and when he slowly put down the black tea, Nakahara Chuuya also spoke to him about the current situation in a low voice.

So the black-haired young man thought about it.

"We do lack intelligence outside of Yokohama," he thought, "but it's not completely hopeless."

After living with each other for such a long time, they have gradually developed some tacit understanding. Nakahara Chuuya was stunned.

"You mean..."

Rimbaud gave him a very gentle smile.

"The mackerel?"

"I mean, the port mafia."

The two people who spoke almost at the same time looked at each other silently.

Nakahara Chuuya blinked belatedly, covered his face in distress, and let out a painful sound.

“Really…”

It must be because today is so chaotic, why did he think of mackerel first?

Rimbaud was already laughing, and seeing his junior covering his hat subconsciously because he was shy (?), he said gently, facing the disapproving looks from his relatives and friends, "Well... if Chuuya wants, you can ask Dazai for help."

"He'd be happy too, wouldn't he?"

…

"I know you're unhappy," said Sawada Tsunayoshi, holding a cup of tea, "but there's nothing we can do about it... I was really dead at that time, and I definitely didn't lie to you about that."

Kurosawa Jin lazily raised his eyelids and glanced at him. This Sawada Tsunayoshi made him feel unfamiliar at the beginning, but when they started fighting, when he felt that the trajectory of the opponent's attack was so identical to his memory, when the opponent took out a small cup of black tea and a stack of cookies as if by magic and asked him to sit down and have a good talk, Kurosawa Jin had to admit how damn familiar he was with this behavior.

Sawada Tsunayoshi looked at his expression and pushed the cookie between the two of them toward him.

Although they have been separated for a long time, Tsunayoshi Sawada still remembers the other person's little habits. Like a natural tamer, he can consciously find the posture and angle that makes the other person feel comfortable, and tame the beast invisibly.

Kurosawa Jin just glanced at the stack of dried cakes.

Of course he wouldn't eat it, but Sawada Tsunayoshi just made such a small, active approaching movement, which was enough to make the man's seemingly hard posture loosen slightly.

Or maybe it wasn't that solid from the beginning.

Looking at his expression, Tsunayoshi Sawada knew that there was more to come, so he continued to explain softly with a frown on his face.

"As for Jigokuji and Scuvaro... they are my good friends, so I used their names in a hurry."

Kurosawa Jin raised his eyes.

"You're not that kind of guy," he sneered.

Sawada Tsunayoshi's eyes flickered.

"Because at that time I thought that our worlds had no intersection," he muttered.

There is no intersection.

That's a really good word.

The good words were chewed between Instructor Kurosawa's lips and tongue, turning into a strange smile on the man's face.

And Sawada Tsunayoshi was not frightened by him, but continued to talk.

Perhaps because he was happy to receive the "gift" that restored his original appearance, the Godfather was obviously exceptionally relaxed at this moment.

He was like an old buddy, complaining about the past with his former accomplice, pulling those gray memories out of his memory and re-coloring them with the colors of "Sawada Tsunayoshi".

Time passed invisibly during the conversation. The two who were fighting each other just now unknowingly became able to have a long conversation again. The dark and harsh atmosphere was turned soft by the brown-haired cub.

But they both knew that there was a gap between them.

——That is the grave called "Death of Sawada Tsunayoshi".

"Besides," seeing that the time was almost up and the atmosphere was almost the same, Sawada Tsunayoshi lowered his head, took a sip of black tea, and tried to look calm and nonchalant as he said, "At that time, I really didn't think about continuing to live."

After all, to him, no matter how real this world is, it is not where his family and friends are.

Being able to perform a whole play in accordance with the identity assigned to him by the world consciousness is already Sawada Tsunayoshi's greatest effort.

He raised his eyes. In fact, he felt somewhat ashamed to dissect his inner thoughts at a time like this. However, if he didn't say it, he might never be able to restore the intimacy and trust he had with his accomplice.

Therefore, Sawada Tsunayoshi looked up, looked at Kurosawa Jin seriously, and said sincerely.

"But now I want to live."

Those brown eyes were too serious.

It seems so sincere that no one in this world would have the heart to refute his ideas or reject his opinions.

The clear eyes of Sawada Tsunayoshi were once said by the guys in the underworld to be able to reflect the ugly souls of criminals. At this moment, Kurosawa Jin saw his own shadow in them.

"Humph." He sneered, "The weak have no right to live."

Although he became small due to force majeure, the Godfather, who is blessed by fire, is by no means a "weakling".

But Sawada Tsunayoshi looked up and nodded in agreement.

"That's true," he said, his tone softening unconsciously, "But I still want to live... What should I do?"

He walked around his own small teacup, around the small cookie, and came to the side of Kurosawa Jin. He pinched one of his fingers with his small hand, and shook the finger under the silver-haired young man's downcast gaze.

He looked up.

There was a gleam in the brown eyes, and Kurosawa Jin saw his own illusory figure in the mirror flowing with sweetness.

"So, can you protect me for a while?" He asked softly, slowing down his tone as if he was afraid of getting a negative answer. "My 'accomplice', sir?"