Chapter 99 Making Friends with the Transfer Student
After a lunch break, I chatted with classmate Quan, and both of us gained a lot.
First of all, I learned who the organization that had been tracking my father was, and I also got a more detailed understanding of the detective agency hired by Aunt Renzi.
I originally thought it was just an ordinary, slightly larger organization, but it turns out their full name is "Armed Detective Agency".
...It sounds like a very interesting story, especially since Quan also told me that they are as powerful as the Port Mafia.
Auntie, what kind of private detective agency did you find? Didn't you say it was introduced by someone you knew from the editorial department?
Anyway, Mr. Kunikida, Mr. Nakajima, Izumi who transferred here, and Mr. Dazai who was on the phone are all frontline personnel of the detective agency. According to Izumi, these are not all the personnel. If the situation escalates further, I may see them too.
As for Izumi-san——
"You are not an ordinary girl."
To be honest, my heart trembled when I heard her say this.
"Well...well...what do you mean?"
"I hid my presence well, but you noticed it three times. Twice in class, and once just now in the hallway. You noticed me each time." Her expression was remarkably calm, as if she were remarking on the beautiful weather. "Also, you have calluses on your hands and old scars on your palms. Those are the symptoms of someone who has held a knife before."
When I secretly observe others, in fact, my every move is already seen by others.
"Ahem, you're from the detective agency, as expected." I leaned on the rooftop railing, looking at the blue sky and white clouds, thinking about how to explain my situation. "Actually, I wasn't in good health when I was a kid, and I was always hospitalized. Later, um... to keep fit, I started practicing kendo."
I'm not lying. I was really sickly as a child. I've been in the hospital almost since I was born. I was even reportedly given a critical illness notice when I was five. At that time, Tatsuya Hongo at least fulfilled his fatherly duties and used the Hongo family's financial resources to find the best hospital for me.
When I was about six, a fire broke out at the sanatorium. Shortly after being transferred to another hospital, I encountered officials from the Government of Time. I don't know how they negotiated with the Hongo family, but I became the youngest Shinsengumi of that class. And after arriving at the Honmaru, whether it was the spiritual energy or the genuine effect of my kendo training, my health gradually began to improve.
"Later... well, it wasn't the first time I'd encountered this kind of danger, so I was always a little more sensitive." Whether it was facing historical revisionists or using the Hongo family's name at my old school, there were many people who wanted to capture or kill me. "My swordsmanship teacher also said I was talented. Maybe that's why."
"I see. I see."
"Anyway, I'll be in your care for the time being." Should I shake hands? Bow and thank you? Or... "Um, can I call you Jinghua-san?"
"Huh?"
"Ah, well, this is the first time I've encountered this kind of situation. I didn't expect the guard to be around my age and I don't have many friends either, hahahaha..."
I find this reason far-fetched and embarrassing.
“…”
Izumi lowered his eyes silently. Did I really say something wrong?
"Actually, this is my first time doing a solo escort mission as well. It's okay if you call me by my name."
After saying that, she looked up at me and raised the corners of her mouth slightly.
"I will protect Jiu Jing classmate."
She is really a very cute girl, especially when she smiles, which makes me relax unconsciously.
"Just call me Homura, thank you... Kyoka-san."
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"Hmm? Homura, she is...?"
Because we were bodyguards, Jinghua and I left the school together in the afternoon, and naturally we met Yamaubakiri Kunihiro who came to pick us up.
It's also my fault. I was so focused on the Armed Detective Agency, the Yokohama forces, and my cheap dad that afternoon that I completely forgot to report the situation to my own swordsmen.
"Ah, he's a classmate of ours. We're going home together today because it's on the same way home." I also introduced Yamaubakiri to the girl next to me. "This is Yama... ahem, Kunihiro-kun, the older brother I grew up with."
"Hello, my name is Izumi Kyoka."
"Hello."
I don't know why Yamaubakiri had a cold face, and Kyoka also had a calm face. The atmosphere was a little awkward for a moment.
I quickly changed the subject: "Um, I remember Jinghua-san was going home by train, right?"
"Yeah, we're going to Yokohama Station."
"Oh, by the way, have you been to Chinatown over there?"
"I have been there, what's wrong?"
I glanced at Yamaubakiri standing next to me and said with a deliberately envious tone, "Oh, because I haven't had the chance to see it since I came here. Are there a lot of people?"
"It's a bustling neighborhood." After spending an afternoon there, I discovered that Quan isn't aloof, just reserved. She's willing to engage with others if she can find a topic. "There's a lot of delicious food and lots of activities. It gets especially lively on weekends."
The two of us chatted idly, while Yamaubagiri followed quietly without interrupting us. Soon, we arrived at a crossroads.
Going left leads to Yokohama Station, and going right leads to the street where I live.
It's time to say goodbye.
It took about ten minutes until we turned onto the road back home. Yamaubakiri Kunihiro and I walked on the road in silence, each holding a sword.
But the less he spoke, the more guilty I felt. After all, the way he looked at Izumi from a while ago hadn't been right, and he'd been following me silently ever since. I knew being beige and other swords all too well; it was a sign of wariness and scrutiny.
“That…that—”
Just as he was about to say something, Yamaubakiri suddenly spoke up, "Classmate?"
“Yes, yes.”
"Oh? I see. This school is pretty impressive then."
"Hmm?" I felt an ominous premonition.
"After all, any ordinary girl in the class can be a martial artist, and seems to have spiritual power."
It was discovered as expected!
"Uh, Yamaubakiri—"
"Wait, don't explain yet." My wife put on a serious face, but she wasn't angry, just serious. "If you have anything to say, go home and talk. We're all here."
As a result, once I got home, Yamaubakiri's words triggered another discussion with the four swordsmen in the room. However, I took this opportunity to share all the information Aunt Jinzi had gathered about the Port Mafia from the Armed Detective Agency, as well as Izumi Kyoka's true identity.
Unexpectedly, instead of scolding me or expressing dissatisfaction, everyone accepted the current situation.
"It would be better if humans could protect the general."
"Hahaha, what Yaoyan said is true. After all, we can't hurt ordinary humans."
"Well, the Armed Detective Agency, doesn't it sound very cool? Since it's Madam's choice, we have no objection."
"But there's one thing I'm concerned about. Since you knew about it at noon, why didn't you inform us?"
...I’ve been fucked——!
As a result, after dinner, I was still trying to comfort Yamaubakiri, who was feeling a little disappointed when he heard that I had forgotten about it.
'How's it going today?'
After taking a shower in the evening, I returned to my room to get ready for bed when I received a chat message from Dong Shilang.
He seems to be very busy recently and has been working overtime. He chatted with me before bed and even urged me to go to bed at about noon.
After thinking for a while, I typed a few words on the keyboard:
'all the best. '
The story of the Armed Detective Agency and the Port Mafia is too bizarre and thrilling. Plus, Yamaubakiri told me today that Izumi-san seems to have some special abilities. I don't want to worry Toushirou. I also don't want him to get involved in this strange situation. After all, this is a feud between me, the Hongo family, and my biological father, Hongo Tatsuya.
'Really? You didn't oversleep?'
Ah! That's too much! I'm never late!
I sent him an emoticon of an angry bird, but he actually replied with a Q version of the same series expressing "doubt".
"I really didn't oversleep. I listened carefully to the lectures every day!"
My fingers quickly typed and sent the message, and then sent a picture of a rabbit being beaten. In an instant, both the text and the picture showed as read.
I pressed the issue, "Ah, but there's a new girl in our class today, and she's so cute." Before he could respond, I changed the subject.
"Her name is also very cute, Izumi Kyoka. Although she looks cold, she loves rabbits and cute hair accessories."
This is true. Today I accidentally saw Quan’s cell phone. It was an old flip phone with a super cute rabbit doll hanging on it.
I'll chat about these topics when I meet her tomorrow, such as what I like and dislike. This is the first time I've met a girl who can chat with me and doesn't think I'm weird.
But she started working at a detective agency in her second year of middle school, and she's also a trained detective, so... she's not an ordinary person?
This time, after reading the message, Dong Shilang did not reply for a while.
I lay in bed, waiting in a daze. About ten minutes later, I received his message.
"I see. If we get along well, it would be nice to become friends."
"It's getting late, go to bed, I still have some documents to edit."
'Good evening. '
Ah, I'm still working overtime...
The author has something to say:
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I'm dying of laughter. I'm really working overtime, reviewing documents in the 10th Division. And because I have to go to the living world to see Homura from time to time, my workload has increased. What? Matsumoto? Does Ms. Matsumoto look like someone who would sit at her desk and review documents? (Hey
Well, let me explain. Homura grew up in Honmaru and didn't really have much contact with humans. She mostly just spent her time with her swords. While the tantos would play with her like children, they weren't human after all. So, when she was in school, it was hard for her to fit in with the girls, especially the Sakura girls, who had their own little rules. She didn't have that problem with boys; it was more like she was very comfortable with them.
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