Chapter 47

We've been discovered?!

Black hair flew in the wind, air currents swirled, the night wind was cool, blowing past the two bodies behind the wall, bringing a chill.

Kurosawa Jin and Fuyuki sat and stood respectively, their presence a stark contrast to the clashing swords and fiery battles not far away; the area behind the wall was utterly tranquil.

Fuyuki relaxed her body; although her eyes were closed, she could still perceive the battle not far away.

Sayo Samonji's fierce eyes were filled with fire, his face expressionless, and his main body drew blood with every strike.

Even wielding a short knife for close-range combat, he would not be at a disadvantage against firearms. His unique divine power easily surpassed that of his minions, and a chilling aura quickly assailed his enemies.

They besieged them, they tried to evade, but they were all helpless.

The blade gleamed with sharpness; each swing was a collision between the blade and flesh, accompanied by cries of pain that rose and fell, urgent and brief.

Sayo Samonji is a short sword; he is a born weapon, his very existence defined by battle and bloodlust.

The short sword is a close-combat self-defense weapon, always existing as a protective sword. Sayo Samonji, awakened by the Saniwa, is also an executor of "protection," but he is a sword born from revenge, and blood is never unfamiliar to him.

The Saniwa is being hunted down and is in a sorry state. At this moment, Sayo Samonji is carrying out the order to take revenge.

A flash of silver light appeared, sharp blue eyes narrowed, and the sharp blade continued its relentless advance until the enemy vanished—

Fuyuki hugged her backpack, leaning against the cold wall.

Kurosawa Jin, standing beside her, stared intently at her with his green eyes. There was a large, gruesome patch of blood on his shoulder, and cold sweat trickled down his forehead. Even though there was no longer any need for him to attack, he still reached for his pistol and gripped it tightly.

He is always like this, his hands swinging only slightly as he walks, his steps steady and silent, his sharp eyes hidden by his hair.

That kind of movement is perfect for drawing a gun and firing at any time.

The surrounding noise had disappeared, and the night was completely silent. Saya Samon silently stood next to Fuyuki.

Dongshu raised his hand and gently patted his head. His tender hand landed on the boy's head, bringing a very faint touch.

Saya Samonji didn't slap the hand away; he obediently let it wreak havoc on his head.

The moonlight was hazy, obscuring Fuyuki's expression; Kurosawa Jin could only see the child beside her, known as "Saya."

He stood there quietly, utterly silent.

Is it Sayo? Sayo Samonji?

Lowering his gaze, Kurosawa Jin began to ponder.

The organization's medical department.

Kurosawa Jin's wounds were properly treated, with layers of bandages wrapped around them, and the smell of medicine lingered in his nose.

Dongshu couldn't help but wrinkle his nose.

She looked at the boy in front of her. Although he still looked a little weak, he was fine after receiving treatment.

The organization's medical capabilities are truly remarkable. The scientists in the research team couldn't produce what the organization required, but instead invented many strange yet exceptionally useful things.

For example, a medicine that speeds up wound healing, even for a penetrating wound, can heal almost completely in a week without any aftereffects; it's definitely a good thing.

However, these byproducts were of no use to the previous boss, who did not value them.

Fuyuki tapped the table to get his attention: "If there's nothing else, I'll be going."

After saying that, she turned to leave.

Kurosawa Jin grabbed the guitar case beside him and said urgently, "A gun."

Dongshu looked up at him: "It was originally chosen for you, and now it belongs to you."

He fell silent again.

Dongshu pressed the doorknob, and a crisp creaking sound echoed in the room, particularly noticeable.

Saya Samonji followed behind her.

As the door closed, Kurosawa Jin's respectful yet extremely soft voice came from the crack in the door: "Boss."

Dongshu paused for a moment, then sighed softly and replied, "Very clever."

The words lingered in the air, planting a seed in the heart of the lone wolf.

The door closed completely, and Fuyuki, holding Yoru's hand, walked down the dimly lit corridor. Looking up at the ceiling, the round lamps emitted only a faint light, barely visible from a distance.

She frowned, wondering why one of the important medical units was in such poor condition. Fuyuki considered whether to get more funds from the intelligence group.

After all, the intelligence team is really expensive. They could all easily earn money on their own, but they all prefer to claim expenses. The organization's money doesn't grow on trees.

As Dongshu thought about it, her cheeks puffed out; she was a little annoyed.

Sayo Samonji looked at her, hesitated, and finally asked, "Master, is it alright if they find out?"

Dongshu shook her head as she looked at him, a hidden smile in her voice: "I didn't hide anything in the first place. With so many clues, it would be strange if he couldn't guess."

After all, that's Gin, the future all-around killer. Mr. Conan's affirmation of this person is still fresh in his mind.

Fuyuki nodded confidently to himself.

Xiaoye Zuowen doesn't understand. He only knows that it's not a good thing for many people to know his master's identity in this world. Those who shouldn't know should be eliminated.

This was what Sozo Samonji had told him, and he remembered his brother's words.

But the master gave no order. Sayo Samonji pondered, then drifted off into thought, "Hmm."

—

Since Vermouth and Rum left the mansion three days ago, shocking news has spread throughout the organization.

Even a newcomer like Kurosawa Jin received this news.

—The Black Organization has a new boss. The second boss is a weak girl who has a strong ability to manage her subordinates. She has a group of direct subordinates whose code names are swords.

In this way, the strange people and events that have recently occurred in the organization are explained.

But no one had a chance to think about it before they all got busy.

The increased workload, internal reforms, and the underhanded tactics of their superiors all affected them.

Then even more startling information came in.

Rum and Vermouth, who are well-known within the organization, have actually teamed up to take down an entire organization!

Two people holding extremely low positions within the organization were ordered by the boss to eliminate a small group, which revealed their true nature.

They obeyed the orders of the second-generation boss and served him as their master.

As a result, some of those who had designs on him held back, while others who were still ignorant of the immensity of the world have disappeared without a trace. What happened to them is unknown.

The thought of looking down on her gradually faded away. What "weak girl"? The news was really hard to spread. She was clearly a lion cub subdued by a tiger.

The members of the Black Organization are all codenamed with alcoholic beverages, and the newly emerged members with the codename "Sword" have led to more rumors and doubts.

However, their ruthless approach to things, their absolute obedience to the boss's orders, and their strong work ability leave no room for criticism, even for those who have been deprived of some of their benefits.

After all, once the boss says "incompetent," they have no room to resist.

The Black Organization leaves no trace.

Absolutely obey the leader's orders.

One must not betray the organization.

If attacked, the retaliation must be doubled.

The three new ironclad rules were also communicated to every member.

The most important thing is to absolutely obey the leader's orders.

——Absolute obedience!

The moon hangs in the sky, and the members of the organization are working hard.

Meanwhile, the little leader, now remembered by everyone, has already crawled into bed and begun his dream journey.