"What are you saying, Kazuha?"
Her faith was shaken, and Miraiko immediately corrected her excitedly, "That's a karuta that's full of heritage and is only used in the finals of the Satsuki Cup National Tournament."
Kazuha joked, "Miraiko's dream is to compete using that karuta deck, right?"
Miraiko clasped her hands together in front of her chest and said wistfully, "It's not just me. In the 20-year history of the Satsuki Association, everyone who loves karuta has wanted to! Even just once would be enough. I really want to touch that karuta deck in the final and feel the power and spirit it contains."
"Then why only use it in the finals?"
"Because it has been through many competitions and is already scarred, it is usually kept in a collection box and displayed in an art museum, except for the finals."
Upon hearing the words "scarred and battered," Ai, who was sipping the coffee prepared by the TV station, glanced at Nanami Hanyu.
What scars and wounds.
Use a horse charm or a time-travel charm, and you'll instantly get a brand new, original set of Satsuki Kakaru cards.
Guessing what his little girl was thinking, Yu Sheng Nan took a sip of coffee: "Sometimes, it's not that new is better. The reason why cultural relics are cultural relics is not because they were originally cultural relics, but because of the value given to them by the historical atmosphere they carry."
Ai didn't agree with this statement, but she didn't refute it either.
For her, cultural relics are far less attractive than a brand-new handbag.
Miraiko was still enthusiastically telling Kazuha about the legendary stories of Satsuki Karuta, from its craftsmanship to the glorious moments it created on the field, and its founder.
"Chairman Achiba? Who is this person?"
"Are you kidding me, sir? This is the person you're going to interview later!"
"Hehe, really... Then who is this great beauty?"
“That’s Chairman Achiba’s other half, Lady Satsuki.”
Kogoro Mouri instantly lost interest. "What's going on? So she's a married woman..."
Shouldn't it be more love?
Yuzuru shook his head.
It seems that Uncle Mori is not a successor to the prime minister and has not inherited the legacy of Cao Cao.
Speak of the devil and he appears.
While they were still discussing, Achiba, the self-made chairman known as the "King of Naniwa Real Estate," led a large group of people into the venue.
Chairman Achiba was tall and had a dignified expression on his face, clearly someone who had long held a high position.
He was the organizer of this Satsuki Cup.
He is also one of Kogoro Mouri's interviewees and serves as the chairman of the Satsuki-kai.
A group of people sat in a circle in the middle of the venue and discussed for a long time.
From their conversation, Kogoro Mouri and the others overheard that an interviewee named "Ikejima" had not yet arrived and they could not be contacted at all.
To prevent any unforeseen circumstances, Chairman Achiba is preparing to find a replacement.
.........
There was a short break before the interview recording.
Yuzuru led Ai and the others out of the studio for some fresh air.
As soon as I stepped out of the photography studio, I saw two familiar figures.
Conan, Heiji Hattori.
These two detectives, having somehow received information, are now furtively searching for something throughout the television station.
"Hey, what are you two little devils up to now?"
Kogoro Mouri shouted loudly.
When Hattori Heiji turned around and saw everyone, his eyes instantly turned red. He angrily ran over and tried to grab Hanyu Nan's collar, but Hanyu Nan casually dodged him.
"Yusuke! Was it you who orchestrated my parents' divorce?!"
"Hattori-kun, shouldn't you ask yourself that question?" Yuzuru patted his clothes, not even raising his eyelids, his tone carrying a hint of sarcasm.
"Myself? What can I do?" Hattori Heiji glared angrily at Hanyu Nan. "What exactly did you say to my mother? It's because you became my mother's apprentice that she divorced my father!"
Yuzuru: "Is it possible that your mother got divorced first, and then I became her apprentice?"
"impossible!"
Hattori Heiji roared, "Stop trying to argue with me!"
At this moment, he was completely controlled by his emotions and had lost the rationality that a detective should have.
At that moment, Ai suddenly said coldly, "If I had a son like you who steals money from home, and a partner who doesn't care about me, I think I would also get a divorce."
To the point.
Hattori Heiji's face immediately turned pale.
He wasn't unaware of the problem, but he always thought they were trivial matters that shouldn't lead to divorce. In his mind, the culprit was still Yuzuru Nan.
No matter what, it's all Yuzuru's fault.
"Doesn't he have any problems?"
"So you're ignoring the facts, huh?"
Ai rolled her eyes, her gaze full of disdain. "You say he has a problem? What is his problem? Explain yourself."
Heiji Hattori was speechless for a moment after Ai's retort. His face turned pale and then red. He opened his mouth but found no suitable words to refute her, so he could only grit his teeth in frustration.
Seeing this, Conan secretly thought to himself that something was wrong.
He knew Ai Haibara's temper too well; if things continued like this, this ruthless little girl might actually take action.
He rushed forward and grabbed Hattori Heiji's arm: "Heiji, stop fooling around, we have important business to attend to."
As she spoke, she forcefully pulled Hattori Heiji out.
"How did Heiji end up like this?" Kazuha sighed as she watched the two figures walk away, feeling a pang of sadness for Shizuka-sensei.
Ai crossed her arms, her expression indifferent: "Is it possible that this is his true nature? Which of these detectives is a normal person?"
Mouri Kogoro: "???"
This can also hit him in an area-of-effect attack!
As they were discussing, a girl suddenly walked out from around the corner.
“Nan Jun, I’ve finally found you, my future husband.”
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the graceful young woman in the red kimono, like a bird returning to its nest, rushed over and tightly embraced Yuzuru's arm.
Her exquisite red kimono swayed gently with her movements, revealing her already stunning curves and outlining a breathtakingly beautiful silhouette.
Upon touching it, Yuzuru felt as if he had sunk into a fluffy, soft ball.
It's soft and very warm.
There was even a faint, almost imperceptible milky scent emanating from the girl and lingering around his nose.
"well!!!"
Kazuha stared at the scene, her pupils wide open.
Ai slowly lowered her arms, which had been crossed over her shoulders, and her cool gaze instantly turned sharp as a knife.
Oh no!
A slut is stealing my man!
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