“I remember you are…” Uncle Mori frowned as he recalled the name Hiroto Akashi, and said, “Mr. Hiroto Akashi, right? A tennis coach.”
“Yes, it’s me, that’s right.” Akashi Hiroto nodded in response.
"Do you know them?" The old man listened to their conversation, turned to look at Hiroto Akashi, and said, "In that case, I'll go up first."
“Okay, Dad.” Akashi Hiroto stepped aside to make way for the old man.
The old man then ignored the group and went straight into the house.
After the old man left, Akashi Hiroshi turned to the group and said, "Do you have something to say? Why don't you come in and sit down to talk? It's quite late now."
"Then I'll have to bother you." Uncle Mori did indeed have something to do, so he didn't stand on ceremony and led Kōyū and the others into the house.
Since Akashi Hiroshi's family did not prepare spare slippers, the group walked directly on the floor.
Fortunately, none of the people present had athlete's foot, otherwise it would have been quite embarrassing.
"That was my father. He hates door-to-door salespeople the most. I'm so sorry for misunderstanding you earlier," Hiroto Akashi explained to the group.
"It's alright, it's alright," Uncle Mori said with a smile. "It's so late, and we're still bothering you. We should be the ones apologizing."
“It’s just my dad and me living in this house normally, so it’s nice to have you all here, it’ll make it more lively.” Akashi Hiroto shook his head and smiled.
"No need to apologize."
"By the way, Mr. Akashi, do you have any clothes here that he can wear?" Uncle Mori remembered his business and pointed to Conan beside him, saying.
“We just had some accidents. The child is soaking wet, and I’m worried he might catch a cold, so I wanted to ask him about it.”
“There should be some, but I don’t know if he can fit into them.” Akashi Hiroto looked at Conan and said, “These are clothes I wore when I was a kid. I’ll go look for them later.”
"Thank you so much, Mr. Akashi," Uncle Mori said with a smile.
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