Then, he pulled up the address book and clicked on the phone number recorded as "atobe".

"The number you dialed is currently busy..."

Akashi Seijuro hung up and called again.

Still on the phone.

He got up, asked for leave from his teacher, and after getting the note, he contacted a driver to take him to Tokyo.

As soon as I reached the school gate,

Atobe's phone call came.

"Hey, Atobe."

"Ah, well, Akashi, who are you calling at this critical moment?"

From the other end came Keigo Atobe's slightly anxious voice, and his order to the butler to call for a helicopter.

"I found him!!!"

"I found him."

The two said in unison.

As for the first sentence of Atobe, no one took it seriously.

Atobe and Akashi had no way of knowing that the calls they made at the same time were to each other.

They just happened to bump into each other, so both of them were on the broadcast page and there was no caller ID.

"I'm going to find you now, wait for me!!"

The heterochromatic Akashi gave a decisive order.

"What he wants to say is what I want to say, Atobe, wait for me to get over there."

Akashi Seijuro said as he told the driver, "Go faster."

Atobe Keigo said impatiently: "Where are you? Find a suitable place nearby and I will pick you up."

It would take at least an hour for that guy to get here. That's too slow.

"good."

He did not ask Keigo Atobe how he found out, nor did he explain how he found out.

Both sides began to take action.

It's a coincidence, compared to Akashi who was recognized through a photo,

Atobe spotted a familiar figure jumping high in the fleeting image on the TV broadcast at the street corner.

Brat, even if you dye your hair, change your hairstyle, and put on makeup to disguise yourself,

But who is Atobe Keigo?

If his eyes, which are as good as X-rays, can't recognize his beloved brother who grew up with him,

That would be blinding.

At the street corner, he glanced casually,

The local sports channels that occasionally flash past the doors of TV shops,

Just one glance,

He straightened up and said, "Stop the car!"

The extended Rolls-Royce stopped urgently. The young master, wearing an expensive and exquisite suit, stood at the door of a store selling televisions. He was out of place with the children around him who couldn't wait to see Kamen Rider.

"Boss, please turn on the sports channel for me."

Atobe Keigo raised his chin, but it didn't make people feel annoying.

His eyes were sincere and serious.

The boss was a kind old man. He agreed with a smile and skillfully comforted the disappointed children beside him, "Don't worry, I will turn on another TV for you later. This brother has something urgent to do, so let him come first, okay?"

"good--"

Although the children were disappointed that they couldn't see Kamen Rider first, they nodded in agreement obediently.

Atobe Keigo thanked the children and signaled his bodyguard to buy some snacks for the children.

The bodyguard nodded and left.

The boss quickly switched back to the sports channel.

"Young man, do you like watching this?"

The boss chattered with a smile: "This is not a sports channel, it's a TV station in Miyagi Prefecture. It's a small place. They are playing the high school volleyball preliminaries recently, so they broadcast it live on TV. Otherwise, all you see are some bloody family ethics dramas and local weather forecasts."