Looking at the seemingly sincere Mori Ogai, Sawada Tsunayoshi felt as if he had returned to the days when his tutor came to him and said that he would train him to be an excellent mafia leader, and suddenly showed a frightened expression.

Sen Ouwai was stunned by his almost subconscious action.

"Mr. Tsuneyoshi, don't you want to?" He pretended to take out a small handkerchief and wiped his face, just like a playboy whose love was rejected.

Sawada Tsunayoshi: …

The ignorant young man showed a conflicted look of refusal on his face.

"But my brother and I are not real brothers."

He thought for a long time and said dryly.

Then he heard Sen Ou sneer unabashedly.

The leader of the port mafia did not hide this matter.

After all, the two people are almost completely different from each other, not to mention that if they encounter blood typing tests in the future, they will be exposed if they are not careful.

A good lie is often a mixture of truth and falsehood.

Therefore, from the very beginning, Mori Ougai did not hide this matter.

"Do you think blood ties are important, Tsunayoshi?"

He folded his hands in front of him, supporting his face, with a playful look on his face.

Sawada Tsunayoshi blinked.

"Maybe...right?" the brown-haired young man said hesitantly.

For an old family like the Vongola, blood ties are naturally important.

If it weren't for this, the position of the tenth generation of Vongola might not have fallen to him - if blood ties were not important, Xanxus Vongola, the adopted son of the ninth generation who was ambitious for this position, would probably have already sat firmly on the throne of the tenth generation leader.

But sometimes Sawada Tsunayoshi also thought, if it was Xanxus instead of himself who inherited the Vongola...

He shook his head, pulling himself away from these nonsensical memories, and met Moriou's inquiring red eyes.

The little brown-haired god hesitated for a long time, and finally mumbled the second half of the sentence.

“…That’s how it’s played out in TV dramas.”

Mori Ogai: ...

Looking at the little god who was mumbling to himself but looked very serious, he couldn't help but cover his face and laughed.

"Don't always watch those weird TV series."

After a while, perhaps having laughed enough, Sen Ou wiped his tears and began to give instructions in a familiar and intimate tone.

Sawada Tsunayoshi just said "Oh" honestly, and thought it seemed that he had fooled himself.

"Then you, why do you want to give the port mafia to me?" he asked again, with an innocent look, like a pure white god who knows nothing.

Mori Ou waved his hand and looked at the young man with brown hair and shorts who slowly came to his side. He strangely felt a bit of kindness in his heart.

After all, to be honest, he was the one who "delivered" the child.

...Disgusting. It sounds a bit disgusting to say that.

But there is no doubt that for outsiders like Morio, this little god of Amaterasu is more or less different.

So he looked at Sawada Tsunayoshi who was pretending to be dependent, showed a little more patience, and reached out to ruffle his brown hair.

"Tsunayoshi-kun has lost his memory, so he doesn't know. I have no blood relationship with the previous leader." He said lightly, but the words were terrifying if you think about it carefully. "It's just that the previous generation trusted me, so he handed the port mafia to me in a critical moment."

Then you must be awesome.

He was able to make something as dark as plotting to usurp the throne sound so bright and beautiful.

Mr. Godfather complained silently.

Then he blinked, silently urging "and then".

Sen Ouwai smiled.

"Then I became the leader of the port mafia and became... a slave of the organization."

Sawada Tsunayoshi tilted his head, and his boyish appearance made him look very cute.

"Slave?" He repeated Sen Ou's words.

The black-haired man glanced at him. Perhaps the feeling of being a "brother" today satisfied a certain wish in his heart, so Mori Ouge's expression was exceptionally gentle, and he really looked a bit like a "brother".

He said gently, "Yes, slave."

"What do you think a boss is, Tsunayoshi-kun?"

When the specific words fell into his ears, the brown-haired boy's brows twitched.

He looked outside the forest as if he didn't know what was going on, but another melody came to his mind.

It was on another morning, when the morning dew was still hanging on the petals of the white lilies by the window, that his tutor asked him this question with a rare smile on his face.

How did he answer at that time?

Without waiting for his answer, Mori Ougai smiled kindly, spared the little kid who had just arrived in this world not too long ago, and gave his own "standard answer".

"I think that the boss is the ruler of the organization, but also the slave of the organization." He said, "When we become the head of the organization, while using the organization to achieve certain goals, we are also bound by the organization at the same time."

"Gradually, in order to better allow the limbs to grow, the head will be enslaved by the limbs."

"How to grow best, how to develop is the best solution." He said softly, "The moment you become the leader of the organization, you and I will become slaves of the organization."

——That’s what he said.

Sawada Tsunayoshi blinked.

"Is that so?" The young man's voice was a little gentle, sounding like a neighbor's little brother in the morning light, carrying the sweetness of the sunshine.

Mori Ou raised his eyebrows, showing interest in his question.

"Does Tsunayoshi have a different opinion?"

The black-haired man acted very interested.

But Sawada Tsunayoshi just frowned, as if he was thinking hard.

Can I say it?

You can’t tell me, after all, he is still a little idiot who knows nothing.

However, Sawada Tsunayoshi really wanted to refute Mori Ougai - although he said this, he seemed to be unable to answer with a clear conscience.

This is why he wants to find his former self.

Sawada Tsunayoshi thought.

After all, he was brave and bright when he was young - although it may be self-boasting to say this, to be honest, the Godfather is envious of his past self.

After thinking about it for a long time, he still didn't answer Sen Ou's question.

Sawada Tsunayoshi came to his senses and saw the man with black hair and red eyes looking at him intently, waiting for an answer that would interest him.

Although it was a little strange, for some reason, he felt that Senouwai looked like a reserved black fox waiting to be fed.

There is nothing bad about the little fox. The fox is just too smart.

Considering Mori Ogai's previous statement that he was a "slave of the organization," it is not difficult to see that he has changed a lot over the years... Although he is still the same health section chief, he has become subtly softer in some areas.

Sawada Tsunayoshi thought about it and spoke seriously.

"We are a family," he said. "Whether we are the leader of an organization or a member, we are all important to each other's lives."

The memories of fighting side by side communicated with each other. To be honest, it didn't matter what brought them together in the beginning. By the time they realized what was happening, their existence had already become something as natural as flowing water or breathing, something they couldn't live without.

To be honest, before the incident happened, Tsunayoshi Sawada had never thought about the possibility of losing any of his partners or any important people.

Sen Ou raised his eyebrows.

"family?"

That's a good word for him.

After all, the little god's "family", if nothing else, should probably refer to him.

——Thinking of this, Mori Owl actually felt strangely relieved that the stupid rabbit that had only done what it did for a long time, raising its head to eat grass, actually raised its head and rubbed it against him.

However, Sawada Tsunayoshi seemed unaware of his gaze and was lost in thought.

"Yes, family." He said softly, and it was more like he was repeating someone's answer, or a belief that he had repeated thousands of times in his heart, rather than answering Moriogai's question.

"I can do anything for my partners."

——At the moment when he finished speaking, he saw Moriou’s eyes suddenly light up.

"So that's what you think?" The man held his chin and frowned deliberately. After thinking for a while, he showed a satisfied smile.

"What an arrogant child." Although he said this, the man's expression did not show the slightest disgust. Instead, he was delighted and even laughed out loud. He gave his final comment, "Just like me."

Sawada Tsunayoshi: …

Tsunayoshi Sawada:?

Sawada Tsunayoshi was silent for a moment, looked at Mori Ogai's expression, and confirmed that the other party was not joking.

Help! He's going to vomit.

Who would be as black-hearted as Mori Ougai?

In order to prevent himself from really blurting it out here and ruining his image, Mr. Godfather was strangely silent and then changed the subject, saying goodbye to the man with a laugh.

At the last moment, Mori Ougai obviously liked him more. He held up his face and narrowed his eyes.

"Brother, I'm not kidding." He said softly, "Although we are not biological brothers, I have watched you grow up, so it is only natural for you to inherit my position."

Tsunayoshi Sawada recalled the past and wondered how the two of them could be considered as "growing up in front of each other".

But Mori Owl, who was talking nonsense, made it clear what he wanted to say, so he could only nod perfunctorily.

It was impossible for him to act like Rambo or Ippei Futa, and it would be disgusting if he did. So Sawada Tsunayoshi could only nod and mutter hesitantly.

Mori Ouwai: "What?"

"I mean, I don't want to be the leader of the Port Mafia." The young leader said, "Let my brother use the money of the Port Mafia to support me...ah, everyone in the Port Mafia won't be angry, right?"

——And he left behind all the gossips that he learned without a teacher (actually, he did have a teacher, like the black-haired young man who flashed through his mind at the moment he was talking).

Looking at Sen Ouwai's stunned expression, he burst out laughing.

"But if you ask me sincerely, I won't necessarily refuse."

No, Tsunayoshi Sawada, you must refuse to resume your old ways in another world.

But fishing requires bait, and the fish now seem to be interested in Chuuya's bait...that is not allowed.

Therefore, Sawada Tsunayoshi tilted his head and looked as if he was thinking.

"If my brother listens to me, I will take over his organization with reluctance."

——He narrowed his eyes, as innocent as a child.

…

Mori Ougai maintained the same posture and waited for Ozaki Kouyo to come in for the report.

"Hongye-kun..." He raised his head faintly, his tone strange, "I heard that children will have a rebellious period, is that right?"

Ozaki Koyo:?

Although she didn't know what happened, the woman who actually disagreed with this leader in many ways curled her eyebrows and laughed unceremoniously.

Mori Ogai sighed, and after listening to Ozaki Kouyo's report, he looked out the window, but the image of the brown-haired boy who had just left was still lingering in his mind.

Although he was "hypnotized" successfully... But is he worthy of being a god created by heaven? Even if he knew nothing, he always insisted on his bottom line.

Facing Ozaki Kouyo's puzzled face as she waited for his answer, he couldn't help but cover his head with his hands in pain.

"Forget it." The man said to himself, "After all, the child is more important."

Ozaki Momiji: "...Your Highness Ogai?"

"If you are sick, I have doctors I can recommend."

Of course, it is not clear whether the illness will cause permanent death or the medicine will cure the disease.

Mori Owl coughed.

"Regarding the next plan..." He hesitated, "For the time being, let's put the plans involving population and medicine on hold."

Ozaki Kouyo raised her eyebrows.

"That's not like you."

Mori Ou covered his head and sighed.

"I can't help it. My cute little brother asked me to stop playing games with him if I don't stop here... Really, what can I do? I can only do what he likes."

Even Ozaki Kouyo, who knew the leader's character well, looked at him as a pervert at that moment.

Mori Ogai couldn't help but recall Sawada Tsunayoshi who became serious again after saying some strange tea talk.

[“Of course, if possible, please stop at areas that will shorten your life.”

——If you don’t stop, he might not be able to help but kill you first. 】

What does he mean by that?

Mori Ougai knew that the guy's "hypnosis" was probably useless to the omnipotent little god, and it was a surprise that the other party could be patient enough to play with him until now.

So what does this mean? A warning? A warning?

But if mafia does not involve these things, it cannot be called mafia. It should be called neighborhood committee... Although in other places outside Yokohama, mafia in Japan is indeed no different from neighborhood committee.

But since Sawada Tsunayoshi said so, Mori Ougai had to take corresponding actions.

If he still wanted to "use" Sawada Tsunayoshi, if he still wanted the sun to stay forever in the darkness under his control.

This is a sacrifice that has to be made.

And after weighing the pros and cons, he will find that even if he gives up a large portion of his profits, he will gain far more than he loses.

After all, it is the sun that shines equally on everyone.

Sen Ouwai couldn't help but rub his fingertips, the touch of the boy's soft cheek seemed very clear under his hands.

Although he knew it was a dangerous action, he still couldn't help but do it.

It was like he knew that ordinary abilities would not be able to control the little god at all, and it was like he knew that the other party was just plotting and scheming... but he actually seemed to be letting him do whatever he wanted.

Mori Ouwai picked up the chessboard on the side boredly, feeling a little bored and a little curious.

——I wonder what the port mafia will become if it is left to the little gods to arrange things.

How curious.

——But curiosity may not kill a cat, it may also be a black fox.

On the other hand, Sawada Tsunayoshi, who came to his senses and realized that he had done something incredible, sat in his single cubicle, gradually revealing a look of horror.

Calm down, calm down Sawada Tsunayoshi, you have done nothing, nothing has started yet.

He was surrounded by thermos, small blankets, snacks and other things, all of which were fed by passing mafia, trying to feed their crown prince (not really) to be fat and plump.

Tsunayoshi Sawada used a pen cap to push up his fringe, revealing his smooth and plump buttocks. Thinking of what had just happened, he puffed up his mouth and blew some air upwards.

A cell phone suddenly rang. Sawada Tsunayoshi looked down and his heart skipped a beat.

He looked around furtively, made sure it was safe, and took out his cell phone.

The last time he called this number was several days ago. Sawada Tsunayoshi didn't want to appear anxious, so he didn't call a second time... but the other party didn't give him a reply, which made him still a little nervous.

After all, in this world, his identity is more or less special.

So when he received the call, he was quite surprised and even moved to the point of crying.

"Hey, have you decided?"

The young leader tried hard to make his voice sound calm and normal, so that the farmer on the other side wouldn't be able to tell that he was crying in his heart.

——If you don't decide to agree to him, he will become the boss of the port mafia.

What the hell is this Precision Re-employment 2.0? Mafia bosses, please go away!