"I said, boss is my master." Hearing Mista's question, Shibai said it again honestly.

Compared to the clear meaning of "master" in Japanese, "master" has more meanings. It can refer to teachers, masters, captains, etc. It also sounds more natural when you say it.

Shi Bai is a dedicated actor, but there is no script after all. Since awakening his monster bloodline, Shi Bai has paid more attention to some suggestive words that he never cared about before. He is more sensitive to these things like a cat, and he is arrogant without even realizing it.

Even if it was just words, he had no desire to find a real owner for himself, nor did he want to be a house cat.

And this kind of thing is harmless. When he was in Hong Kong, he rarely used the term "master" to address his predecessors. He would more often use terms like "boss" or "that adult".

Italian and Japanese are totally different. One word can often contain multiple meanings, and the emotional expression is more vivid and direct. Using "master" to mean owner is not so awkward at all.

Mista's expression was a little subtle, "No, that's not what I meant..."

"Uh, how should I put it... It feels so weird? Is it my imagination?"

Giorno covered his forehead with his hands. "You haven't told me this at all, Kotobuki-san. If it's convenient, could you please explain it again?"

Shi Bai made a reminiscing expression, "I only remember a little bit, it was yellow sand, yellow sand all over the sky, it was in the ruins..."

That happened more than ten years ago, and Shibai remembers it very clearly - after all, he is not a real ghoul, and he himself has never lost his memory.

The sword gods fell into a deep sleep, and it seemed that only the cold sword shells were left. However, as an inquisitor, Shi Bai knew that they were always there, and every time they merged with the sword, the touch between the souls was not an illusion.

Perhaps at some point when he wasn't paying attention, his ghosts had indeed opened their eyes, but the speed was too fast for Shibai to catch them in time.

More than ten years ago in Egypt, the afterglow of the setting sun clung to the surface of the desert, shadows covered the earth, and only a thin layer of light shone through the gaps. Everything in front of me seemed to be frozen, and time stopped at this moment.

At that time, in this calm, only a pair of pupils like broken jade had bright colors. On top of the dark green pupils that seemed to be glowing, there was a sharp jade color like broken pieces.

Time jumped, and the owner of the double pupils stood behind him, placing the body of the bone ghoul between his neck.

The silver-haired boy closed his eyes lightly, ignoring the coldness on his neck, and presented the loyalty of a sword to this demon.

[Hotsuna Toushirou. I will use this power for you now.]

[…What are you talking about? ]

Well, it was a disastrous first meeting! One of them spoke Italian and the other spoke Japanese, and there was no way for us to communicate at all!

Shibai is an idol, he himself does not admit it, but he is indeed an excellent actor - but it is well known that in Japanese comics, no matter which country the background is, they all speak Japanese. The same is true for TV dramas and movies. Shibai has really not learned any other languages ​​except his mother tongue Japanese and the required English.

The Japanese pronunciation of English has always been quite flawed, and it is difficult for people who have been taught this way since childhood to correct this.

As a result, humans lived for more than a decade without correcting their pronunciation. After meeting their current boss, they were forced to learn authentic Italian, but still with a local accent.

Well, Dobio taught him. Before learning Italian, all Diapolo could do was take a photo, put a cross on it with a red marker, and then let Shibai do it.

"I met the boss... He took me back and taught me the language here." Shi Bai explained the whole thing in a simple sentence.

Mista squatted on the ground in pain. "Oh no, no matter how I think about it, I can only think of... I say, this is kidnapping, right?!"

"There's no language barrier, so I was sent packing, and I lost my memory. And what's the master?! Isn't this terrible!"

Shibai's current age doesn't look any older than fifteen. He learned Italian, which obviously means he stayed with the boss for a long time. Later he was injured and lost his memory. In any case, it must have been a very long period of time. At that time, Kotobuki was considered good at ten years old!

Narancia was also led astray by Mista. He looked at Bucciarati cautiously and said, "Bucciarati, although we are a gang... we don't kidnap children, right?"

What else can an organization that is involved in drugs not touch? Bucciarati didn't know how to respond to Narancia's question.

He looked at the silver-haired boy who seemed confused and had no idea what he had said, and thought back to their first meeting. He said calmly, "No, there must be some misunderstanding. Kokumi, do you remember anything else?"

Shi Bai nodded, "Diabolo, it's the boss..."

Fugo, who had been watching the computer waiting for a message from the boss, suddenly shouted, interrupting Shibai's words, "Ah! The boss sent a message!"

Abbacchio glanced at Fugo, who was still sweating, and said, "Let's see what the boss has told us, Bucciarati."

Narancia was always easily distracted. "Bucciarati was right! The boss actually sent a message!"

The topic was naturally diverted. Fugo handed the notebook to Bucciarati, glanced at Shibai who kept his mouth shut, and breathed a sigh of relief. Giorno watched the scene quietly, his expression thoughtful, and retracted his gaze before Fugo noticed.

Giorno and Shibai stood behind the computer and didn't pay attention to the message on the computer screen. When Bucciarati and others were reading the message, he glanced at Shibai who was standing aside with a cold expression. How to say it, I always feel that... it's intentional.

Mr. Kotobuki, is he really a staunch Diavolo follower as Mr. Polnareff thinks?

Was it because of his amnesia, or was there something that changed Kotobuki's mind? Giorno suddenly thought of the "catfish tail" mentioned by Polnareff.

Bucciarati had finished reading the message. He exhaled and cleared his mind of everything that had happened before. "Kokuko, I'll take you to see the boss."

"Don't worry, I will protect you."

From the time he picked up Kotobuki until now, Kotobuki has always been like a puppet, obediently following the arrangements of others and not expressing his own thoughts. Only when he decided to "search for memories" did he seem to have a little "self".

But Bucciarati knew that this was not the case.

Kotobuki is as hardworking as the Snax Princess. He will prepare dinner and supper for Bucciarati, clean the room, and do housework. The boy is well-behaved and loyal. If he does not tell in advance that he will be back later or not at all, Kotobuki will sit on the sofa in the room and leave a light on for Bucciarati. When he returns home, seeing the light on in the room and hearing a sleepy "Welcome back", Bucciarati feels the warmth of home that he has not felt since his father passed away.

Bucciarati seemed to understand the feelings of the fisherman in the story... Coincidentally, he was also a fisherman's son.

From that time... no, from the moment he found the bones in the fire, Bucciarati had decided to protect this child before he grew up.

Bucciarati didn't know what kind of person the boss was, but because of what he had experienced, he admired the boss and was absolutely loyal to the organization. Even though the organization was selling drugs that he hated the most in his territory, and even though he had strong conflicts in his heart, he still did not change his loyalty.

Giorno thought that he might be able to get Bucciarati to his side, but in reality this was impossible. Bucciarati's loyalty to the organization and the boss would not be easily destroyed.

——If the one who betrayed him wasn’t the boss.

Bucciarati covered his abdomen which suddenly had a big hole in it, his eyes widened, and he knelt on one knee on the ground, unable to support himself, looking at the figure standing in the shadow of the building in disbelief.

"Oso, are you having fun outside?" said the pink-haired man in the shadows.

Shi Bai looked blankly at Bucciarati, who said he was taking him to see the boss, but who fell to the ground seriously injured as soon as he arrived at the tower. Then he looked into the shadows, at the long pink hair that fell to the side. Between his eyes, the confusion disappeared, and his purple glass-like pupils were emotionless, as cold as an object. "Sorry, boss, it's my mistake."

Diabolo seemed to snort and laugh. "You should know your identity, Oso. You are my sword. You should not have feelings, and you cannot betray me because of ridiculous memories."

"Now, there is only one way to undo your mistake. You know how to do it, my dear Osorio?"

Shi Bai knelt on one knee facing the shadow, "Yes, boss."

Diavolo's breath disappeared, but Shibai knew that this vigilant and cautious demon would never leave here before the threat disappeared. Shibai glanced at Bucciarati, whose breath was gradually disappearing, and when he stood up, he swung his wrist slightly, and a ladybug brooch was thrown into the hole where Bucciarati was pierced, and it was instantly stained red by blood, making it difficult to be noticed by the naked eye.

Giorno, standing on the stone pillar outside the tower, took a breath. They were not allowed to go in together, so now they could only stare blankly outside. Giorno glanced at the few people who had not reacted, and immediately rushed into the tower. Apache was shocked, "What are you going to do?! The boss ordered us--"

Giorno replied: "But don't forget, I'm not one of the passionate ones, Mr. Abbazi!"

Apache rushed in to stop Giorno. Mista looked left and right, "Uh... what should we do?"

Fugo gritted his teeth and said, "What else do you want? Stop Apache!"

After they entered the tower area, a black cat lying outside the tower building staring at them yawned gracefully. "Meow~"

The game begins.

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