To be honest, Tsunayoshi Sawada should have mixed feelings about the concept of being an "undercover agent".

As one of the largest mafia in Italy, Vongola is inevitably filled with undercover agents from rival families or governments.

Not only Vongola, but other families or organizations have inevitably suffered from the invasion of undercover agents. Even Vongola itself has sent out undercover agents.

This is inevitable in order to obtain unknown information and to protect the existence of the family.

Even the plan to defeat Byakuran that Tsunayoshi Sawada planned in another world was based on information that came from Shoichi Irie, a man who volunteered to be an undercover agent for the Vongola family in the Millefiore family.

However, there is still a big difference between knowing the existence of undercover agents and becoming an undercover agent yourself - or an official Japanese undercover agent.

The memory was only a fleeting thing. When he came to his senses, he lowered his eyes. In the instructor's eyes, he knew that he had thought carefully before agreeing.

"Yes, I understand."

This is an expected response.

After all, he is a kid from this police academy.

As instructors here, no one knows better than them that the children who graduate from here will be responsible for the future of none other than this country.

The instructor curled his lips awkwardly, and his stern eyes softened for a moment.

"Good boy."

To be honest, it's a bit scary.

Sawada Tsunayoshi hesitated for a while, and under the other party's encouraging gaze, he sincerely expressed his thoughts.

Instructor: ...

"Get out of here before I hit you!"

Sawada Tsunayoshi quickly raised his hand and was about to "roll" out neatly.

"Ah, come back." The instructor seemed to have remembered something and stopped the guy who had retreated to the door. "I almost forgot that the next batch of rookies will be here soon. Go teach them a lesson."

The young man with short brown hair had a puzzled expression on his face.

"Next term? So early?"

"It's like a summer camp, for the little brats to get used to the environment ahead of time... Tsk, just go when I tell you to. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi knew that this was probably the "price" for his victory, so he blinked and said "Oh".

"I know." He saluted in a proper manner, which made the instructor laugh and curse.

Seeing that the instructor was about to throw his shoes at him, the Godfather bent over and quickly ran out of the door.

It was as if something was chasing him from behind.

After the young man with short brown hair and a gentle face quickly ran out, the instructor smiled and said "stinky boy" and slowly sat back in his seat.

Then his eyes suddenly paused when he saw something on the table.

"Look at my brain," the instructor slapped his head, "I almost forgot about this... I think it should be okay."

…

After Sawada Tsunayoshi returned to his room and changed his clothes, he received a call from the class monitor asking him to say a few words to the younger students who were about to enroll.

He straightened his clothes once more, looking at himself in the light blue shirt unique to the police academy, and he felt that everything about him looked strange.

It's so weird.

No matter what, no matter how strange it was, the Godfather arrived at the agreed location on time.

After nearly ten years of practice, even though his legs and feet would tremble with nervousness every time, Tsunayoshi Sawada still stood in front of the microphone with ease.

The future police elites who filled the entire classroom looked at the young man with admiration, which made the graduating outstanding student burst into tears.

——Even though I was scared...Will he really not be captured? There is no Vongola or Reborn in this world. If he is captured, he might spend his whole life in prison. It's scary!

Amidst a chaotic stream of thoughts, the Godfather took a deep breath, adjusted his composure, and smiled easily and gently as he did every time before.

At least the so-called speech was dealt with.

The mafia godfather, who was being watched covetously by a group of future police elites, almost couldn't control his innate instinct to escape, but he managed to keep his footing and gave a broad smile to his fellow apprentices.

After the speech, I received a call from the instructor, who said that he had forgotten to tell me and asked him to call his father.

The other party seemed to have something urgent to say and hung up the phone quickly, leaving Sawada Tsunayoshi flipping through his phone in a daze.

Wait, his dad?

A guy in oil worker's clothes appeared in Sawada Tsunayoshi's mind at the right time. Although Sawada Iemitsu gradually grew old after being sharpened by the butcher knife of time, for some reason, the other party left such an impression in his mind.

I don’t know whether Dad and Mom are safe now.

The Godfather was depressed for a moment, then he paused and found the contact of "Father" in the address book.

The finger that was about to make the call was reluctant to press.

Because of his father's negligence, the relationship between Sawada Tsunayoshi and Sawada Iemitsu has never been good.

Although both his beloved mother Nana and his tutor Reborn encouraged the father and son to mend their relationship, ten years have passed and Sawada Tsunayoshi still feels extremely awkward when facing the existence of his father.

Not to mention taking the initiative to call the other party.

He hesitated for a long time in the cold wind, and finally pressed the button of the phone after walking back and forth countless times.

“Beep, beep.”

After a few brief rings, the phone was picked up.

"Hello, it's me."

Sawada Tsunayoshi didn't know how to start the conversation. He rubbed his toes on the ground, thinking about what to say.

He had a speech in mind, but when the phone was picked up, his mind was put on hold.

The person on the other end paused, and before Sawada Tsunayoshi could muster up the courage to speak, he continued speaking.

"I heard from Qingye that you won. Congratulations."

The tone was very stiff, a bit like the time when Tsunayoshi Sawada and Iemitsu Sawada were together.

Qing Ye is the instructor's name. Judging from the fact that he never calls him by his surname but by his first name, the relationship between these two must be good.

Tsunayoshi Sawada immediately thought of Iemitsu Sawada and Reborn.

This familiar feeling allowed the Godfather to quickly find the rhythm of the conversation and become more comfortable.

The other party seemed to be used to his silence in front of him and continued: "I guess you got the next mission from Qingye. Yes, it was me who recommended you to join the organization."

Uh-huh??

Fang Minrui paused, with a hint of smile in his tone.

"Hmm? I am the Superintendent of Police after all, so I still have this right."

Tsunayoshi Sawada pinched his nose in embarrassment and said "Oh".

The atmosphere between the father and the (fake) son finally became more harmonious. The "father" whose name he still didn't know chatted with Tsunayoshi for a while on the other end. This kind of concern from the father still made Sawada Tsunayoshi feel a little embarrassed.

Fortunately, the other party was also a busy person, and after a while, I heard a knock on the door.

"Looks like we don't have time to chat. Regarding this mission..." the person on the other side said, with some hesitation. After a brief pause, he spoke quickly, "Don't worry for now. Wait for the department to contact you. My people will create an opportunity for you to join the organization."

What? Is this possible?

Sawada Tsunayoshi's eyes wandered.

"Is this okay?" he asked hesitantly, like a troublemaker who had just come out of the toilet. "I mean, won't it cause trouble to others?"

The other party didn't expect him to ask this question and smiled briefly.

"Of course not." He said meaningfully, "Or rather, that's what they hope for."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

This made Tsunayoshi Sawada feel that something was wrong.

However, he was not familiar with this "father" and even kept silent on the phone to avoid giving away any clues. On the other hand, the phone had already been hung up, so no matter how many doubts he had, there was no way to resolve them.

Tsunayoshi Sawada finally experienced police academy life for half a month.

Although he is a graduate, he still has to train as much as usual, which allows him to recall the days when he was trained (conditioned) by his tutor.

After saying goodbye to his classmates who he had just gotten to know, due to the special nature of the mission, Sawada Tsunayoshi did not go to any of the police departments. Instead, he went through backstage procedures to place the files in a special department, and met with his direct contact to determine how to contact them.

A long time passed like this, and one night, as Sawada Tsunayoshi was getting ready to wash up and go to bed, his cell phone vibrated.

The young man, who was gargling with foam in his mouth, raised his hand to read the message.

[365 Nami-cho, 7th alley, behind the bar, trash can. ——K]

K is an undercover agent infiltrating the organization and also the "informant" of his father, whose name is still unknown.

Sawada Tsunayoshi's pupils shrank and he packed everything up as quickly as possible. After hesitating for a moment, he picked out a set of punk-style clothes to change into.

After all, it was behind the bar?

When he changed, he also saw a silver ear clip. He had worn this thing for Hayato Jigokudera before. He looked at himself in the mirror and saw that he looked innocent and could not be called a bad guy, so he put it on himself.

Half an hour later, at a bar at 365, Block 7, Namimachi, a brown-haired young man with jingling bells as he walked, wearing a large black leather jacket and overalls with a bunch of jingling silver chains and other accessories hanging on his body, came out from the back door of the bar.

He looked like he was drunk, he walked unsteadily and kept mumbling something.

The drunk man walked out a tactical Z in the silver moonlight, and suddenly fell to the ground with a thud.

The drunk blinked blankly and touched his ear.

"Ah, my ear clips..."

He lay on the ground and fumbled around for a long time but couldn't find his ear clip. Instead, he touched the thing that made him fall flat on his face.

It was a guy hiding by the trash can, and because he was behind the bar and in the alley, almost no one noticed his presence.

The drunk man searched for a long time and finally found his ear clip from the man's body - the thing was in the other person's long silver hair. He followed the hair to see the face and finally recognized the human figure.

"Sku..." He seemed to have mistaken this guy for someone else, and stepped forward and patted the other person's face, "Hey, why are you sleeping here?"

He lifted the man up and carried him on his back in a crooked manner, completely ignoring the blood oozing out of his body, and carried him towards his "home" not far away.

"Hey, Scoo, which gang did you get into a fight with again...hiccup...don't die yet...home, I remember there is a first aid kit at home?"

In such a shaking, the other party finally "woke up".

The drunk had "accidentally" kicked Bretta aside in his arms. The guy with long silver hair covered the wound and looked at Sawada Tsunayoshi with a gloomy look.

"Hello, who are you?" His voice was low and a little hoarse from not having been in the water for a long time, but it carried a certain wolf-like temperament.

The drunk staggered a few steps and stopped.

"Me?" He widened his eyes as if he had not expected to be asked this question, making the young man feel that this guy's temperament was incompatible with his nightclub-like outfit.

The drunk gave a formal sob.

Of course, he cannot use his real name at this time, but the specific name he uses depends on what he is using now.

Combining his current painting style, Sawada Tsunayoshi had an idea, took two steps back, and shouted in the same tone as Jigokudera had used many years ago.

"I am Jigoku... your best friend