Chapter 35: The Awkward Moment of President Fukuzawa Turning Back into an Adult
Entrusted with an important task by the president, Edogawa Ranpo was full of enthusiasm and said, "Leave it to me," before reaching out to me for the information. With enough intelligence, he could easily deduce Tamura Kota's hiding place.
I naturally gave my full support and immediately called Shuichi Akai, asking him to send all the case information to my phone.
The efficient Shuichi Akai immediately sent over all the information. Ranpo put on the glasses given to him by Fukuzawa-sensei and quickly looked up the information on his phone. He then deduced that Kota Tamura was currently hiding in Raiba Street as an unlicensed doctor.
As expected, it was an unexpected yet logical answer. Only someone in that profession could obtain information from medical personnel. This line of thinking is quite similar to that of their scumbag leader. Hmm, the method of killing with syringes is also quite similar to the attack methods of Mori Ougai's supernatural ability, Alice. If there were a preference rating system, my feelings for that guy would probably be at least negative fifty.
Knowing that Professor Fukuzawa was in a hurry, I didn't delay. I informed the professor and left Fukuzawa's residence for Raibo Street.
Actually, I'm also very anxious. What if Tamura Kota uses up all the medicine he got from Gin? That would be a real problem, and I'd have to go to the Conan world again, which would be a huge delay.
I ran through the night and soon arrived at Raibo Street. I grabbed a random person on the street and asked where the doctor who had recently appeared here was. The person quickly pointed out the direction and told me the address of Tamura Kota, which made me secretly sigh that the residents here were really good at keeping up with the times.
When I arrived at Tamura Kota's residence at the address given by that person, I found Akai Shuichi already standing outside the door. This FBI is really something; they've clearly found out where that guy is hiding, but they didn't say a word when I asked for information earlier. They've got quite a few schemes up their sleeves.
Shuichi Akai's eyes flickered slightly as he saw me approach, and he asked, "Why did you come in person, Miss?"
"I just got attacked by Kota Tamura, so I came to check it out."
I downplayed the issue, glancing around the rather dilapidated clinic in front of me with my chakra to make sure someone was inside before I felt relieved. Thank goodness I'd caught someone; otherwise, having to wait would have been incredibly frustrating.
Just as he was about to barge in, Shuichi Akai asked with considerable surprise, "Why would he attack you?"
"It's all out of spite! I just happened to be passing by the scene and I'm a member of the Mafia, so it's normal for them to want to kill me to avenge my wife and daughter."
I said it as a matter of course, not at all surprising.
"My world is full of guys who start taking revenge when they lose someone important. They make the world suffer all the time, or they say that this world full of despair has no value. They all either want to change the world or destroy it. They're so immature. I'm used to it."
I couldn't help but complain, which made Shuichi Akai look at me with a speechless expression, probably wanting to know what kind of bizarre world I came from.
He maintained his composure and didn't ask any questions, while I kicked the door open. A cold light immediately rushed out, revealing a syringe filled with medicine.
Having anticipated this, I grabbed the syringe and rushed over, kicking the man hiding in the shadows away, instantly knocking out the trapped Tamura Kota.
"It's you! You mafia members all deserve to die!"
Tamura Kota, who had gotten up from the ground, yelled at me like a madman. His face, which was originally quite nice, was now distorted with hatred, making him look completely different from the happy man in the photo with his wife and daughter.
Although his appearance evokes sympathy, the memory of how he nearly caused Fukuzawa-sensei's death diminishes that sympathy considerably.
I didn't waste any words with him; I used illusion magic to ask him about the medicine. I breathed a sigh of relief when I learned that there were three doses left. Thank goodness, I don't have to go to the Detective Conan world.
After carefully putting away the three vials of medicine, I was about to leave when Shuichi Akai spoke up, "Young lady, are you just leaving like this?"
"Are you suggesting we eat first and then leave?" I argued with him for a bit before saying, "You handle this guy. Just hand him over to the police. People in your world believe in accepting the law, right? It'll save me the trouble of leaving him out there to bother me later!"
"The medicine is mine, I won't give it to you!" I said firmly and ran away, leaving this mess to Shuichi Akai. Gin, who is determined to kill Kota Tamura, will give the FBI a headache for a long time.
I thought sympathetically, but still insisted on making him fill the hole. What are subordinates for? To be used as pawns, of course—that's something they learned from their scumbag leader!
After receiving the three vials of medicine, I didn't go back to Professor Fukuzawa's house, but instead went to my laboratory, which had been idle and almost moldy since its construction.
I'll say it again, Boss Mori is inhuman! He fleeces every sheep he can catch, leaving me working, working, working every day for the past year, without even time to do research in the lab. He's utterly despicable! Sooner or later, I'll send Dazai and Oda, the Port Mafia's most promising talents, to the Armed Detective Agency. They'll regret it when they turn against him as members of the agency!
I created a shadow clone and sent it to Professor Fukuzawa to draw a vial of blood, while I went into the bright and clean laboratory to concentrate on studying the potion in my hand.
The lab was equipped with all sorts of relevant instruments, and my medical ninjutsu was also very good at this kind of research, so I quickly figured out the drug thoroughly, and I couldn't help but feel secretly fortunate. This drug was extremely poisonous, killing most people instantly upon contact with blood; it was really lucky that Professor Fukuzawa survived.
Once I thoroughly understood the drug, creating an antidote to turn Fukuzawa back into an adult wouldn't be difficult. However, after analyzing the disappearance of Fukuzawa's shadow clones in his blood sample, the memories flooding into my mind changed my mind, and I began working on creating a different type of antidote.
During the pharmaceutical production process, another mission was delivered. Frustrated, I slapped the messenger away and told him to tell Mori Ōgai that I was researching an interesting potion and that I needed my own subordinates to act as test subjects, and to give me a few days off.
Taking leave was a last resort; otherwise, who knows what kind of task that scoundrel leader would assign to Sanpingjiu? Yokohama is in such a mess right now, it's easy for something to go wrong, so I can only drag it out like this.
Actually, I'm more worried about something else now. The child-like Fukuzawa-sensei can no longer be in charge of the Armed Detective Agency. I'm sure Mori Ougai will soon find out about this. It would be terrible if he became suspicious and tried to test me. I must make the antidote as soon as possible and not let the secret of Fukuzawa-sensei shrinking be exposed!
After working day and night, I finally succeeded in making the medicine that would restore Mr. Fukuzawa's human appearance two days later. Then I rushed to the Fukuzawa residence, afraid that he would be waiting anxiously.
As it turns out, Mr. Fukuzawa's inner strength is truly remarkable. When I met Mr. Fukuzawa, who had the appearance of a child, he was calmly kneeling on the tatami mat, playing a game of Go with En.
The adorable silver-haired boy, so cute it made you want to scream, calmly placed the black piece between his index and middle fingers onto the chessboard with a serious expression, showing absolutely no sign of impatience.
I know very well that, given Fukuzawa-sensei's unwavering belief in protecting Yokohama, he must desperately want to return to the Armed Detective Agency to oversee things during this incredibly chaotic time of the Dragon Head War. However, he currently has to conceal the fact that he's shrunk, otherwise the situation will become even more uncontrollable. Therefore, he can only stay at home and endure it; it's truly a test of his willpower!
As I was pondering this in my heart, Fukuzawa-sensei noticed my eyes light up, stopped playing chess, and asked directly, "Song, is the antidote ready?"
Before I could even finish speaking, Fukuzawa-sensei, who seemed calm and collected, had already taken the pill and swallowed it, leaving me speechless. Even if she appeared composed, the teacher was clearly still very anxious inside!
Since Professor Fukuzawa places such importance on physical recovery, I'll get straight to the point.
"Teacher, I studied the blood you gave me and found that both the cell activity and the metabolic rate are the same as those of normal children. Do you know what this means?"
Before Fukuzawa-sensei could answer, Edogawa Ranpo, who was standing to the side, opened his eyes and said very solemnly, "This means that the president will not be frozen in the appearance of a child, but will grow up slowly like a real child. This is the legendary rejuvenation!"
At this point, Ranpo looked at me with certainty and said, "The antidote you gave the president wasn't a permanent cure to restore his human form, was it?"
"Yes, the teacher is already thirty-nine years old. It's such a waste to give him that kind of medicine!" I said matter-of-factly, which made Teacher Fukuzawa ask with some hesitation, "What kind of medicine did Uta give me?"
"It's an antidote I made to turn you into an adult in a short time, with absolutely no side effects. One pill lasts for twelve hours. This way, Mr. Fukuzawa can maintain his adult appearance while slowly growing up. By the time he turns twenty, he won't need to take the pill anymore, which is like gaining decades of youth! Aren't I amazing!"
I proudly presented my song to Mr. Fukuzawa. The silver-haired boy in front of me paused slightly, then looked at me with gentle eyes and praised, "Your singing is amazing, truly remarkable."
Fukuzawa-sensei's praise immediately made me smile happily, while Ranpo puffed out his cheeks and said reluctantly, "I'll just admit it since you gave the president a few decades more of his youth."
At this moment, Yoriichi, who had been holding a Go stone without speaking, suddenly said, "Has everyone forgotten something?"
"Forgot something?" I looked at him with a puzzled expression, then realized that Fukuzawa-sensei was equally puzzled. Ranpo, however, understood Yoriichi's meaning and blurted out, "The president just took the medicine to restore his age."
I didn't understand what he meant, and asked in confusion, "So?"
As soon as Ranpo finished speaking, Fukuzawa-sensei's expression suddenly changed, and he instantly transformed from an adorable silver-haired boy back into a mature, middle-aged man.
This sudden change in body shape caused the teacher's children's kimono to burst, with only a pitiful few pieces of fabric hanging around her waist, revealing Fukuzawa-sensei's well-built six-pack abs without reservation.
I immediately covered my nose, thinking how beautiful the teacher's figure was! She was such a feast for the eyes.
Ranpo finally managed to finish speaking, then looked at me with displeasure and said, "How much longer are you going to stare? Your nose is bleeding!"
I quickly looked at my hand and found that it was indeed bleeding. I hurriedly explained, "I've been feeling a bit feverish lately, that's why."
"Do you think the president believes it or not?!"
Ranpo's words made me afraid to look at the teacher's expression, so I immediately canceled the transformation jutsu and reverted to the appearance of an eight-year-old child.
Having transformed back into a young girl, I can say I've donned the best camouflage, and with an adorable expression, I say, "I bet Fukuzawa-sensei believes it, right, sir?"
Although I was speaking to Mr. Fukuzawa, I didn't dare look at him, not only because I was afraid of embarrassing myself by getting a nosebleed again, but also because it was so disrespectful to Mr. Fukuzawa, who was already in an extremely awkward situation.
"Song, I need to change my clothes, you can go out first." Fukuzawa-sensei's somewhat embarrassed voice rang out, and I immediately stood up and said, "Teacher, I'm going back to make medicine now, goodbye!"
After saying that, I ran away as fast as I could, not even bothering to say goodbye to Yuan. I shouldn't see Fukuzawa-sensei for a while; what happened today was just too embarrassing!
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Unrestrained OOC Side Story
After completing the mission assigned by the Demon Slayer world consciousness, I happily took my teacher and boyfriend to Konoha to meet my older brother, having successfully won over the club president.
When Naruto learned that Fukuzawa-sensei would be his brother-in-law, his expression was indescribable. He quickly sidled up to me and whispered, "He looks older than Kakashi-sensei!"
"Kakashi-sensei always wears a mask, so you can't see his face at all."
"That's not the point, how old is he exactly this year?"
"Uh... forty-five years old." I said, my eyes slightly unfocused, which immediately made Naruto look shocked. "Forty-five years old?! Dad's about that age now. Are you trying to find yourself a father figure? I don't agree!"
Naruto then bluntly told Fukuzawa-sensei, "You're too old. I won't marry my sister to you! She's only nineteen!"
With a serious expression, Mr. Fukuzawa said, "It is really too shameless of me to ask for Ka's hand in marriage at the age of forty. I have tried to give up my feelings for Ka, and I have tossed and turned and had sleepless nights because of this, but in the end I could not overcome my love for her. I will do my best to cherish Ka in the days to come, please give me a chance."
I looked at Fukuzawa-sensei, who was confessing his feelings, with emotion, and then tugged at Naruto's sleeve, saying in a spoiled tone, "Brother, please agree. I want to get married with your blessing."
“Even if you like Sasuke, I’ll support you even if Sakura beats you to death.” Naruto said earnestly, “He’s really too old. If he were ten years younger, I would agree to your marriage.”
Just as he finished speaking, the medication that Mr. Fukuzawa took to maintain his adult appearance suddenly became ineffective, and he instantly turned into an elementary school student.
Naruto looked at Fukuzawa-sensei, who had suddenly turned into a young boy, with a conflicted expression and said, "I only said he looked ten years younger, but he looks at least thirty years younger. How old is he exactly this year?"
"Twelve years old." My words stunned my brother, who then cried out to me in anguish, "You're already nineteen! This is a crime!"
Me: "..." My brother's double standards are really speechless!
Time flies, and two years have passed since the Dragon Head War. Conan's world consciousness has finally entered my dream and told me that He has opened the passage between the two worlds. As long as He uses the power of the world's cornerstone, He can send the four bottles of wine away in one go.
When I heard this news, I was moved to tears. Those genuine and counterfeit liquors from the distillery are finally going to be gone!
For them, over the past three years, I've become a recognized workaholic in the Port Mafia, just like Chuuya Nakahara. Every day, besides work, I'm either working overtime or doing other jobs, diligently fulfilling my role as a model employee. Because my chakra reserves don't allow me to use Shadow Clones for extended periods, even my time for swordsmanship training has been drastically reduced. I've truly sacrificed so much for these sakes!
After waking up from the dream, I couldn't wait to tell the winery employees the good news, and gave them three days to arrange things and prepare to go back.
If it weren't for the fact that Amuro Tooru was a member of the Armed Detective Agency and needed to hand over his duties before leaving, I would have wanted them to get out of here immediately. I never wanted to be a corporate slave again; I'd had enough of it for the past three years.
Three days later, in the port warehouse area where we first met, I brought three bottles of wine and patiently waited for the other two bottles to arrive.
While we waited, Gin, dressed in a black trench coat, silently smoked a cigarette, his mood unreadable. Come to think of it, this was only the second time in three years that he'd smoked in front of me; the first time was the day he became my direct subordinate.
It seems he thinks he's already left the Port Mafia and doesn't need to take my orders anymore. How realistic.
But he's not wrong in thinking that way. Since he's no longer my subordinate, he can smoke whenever he wants and doesn't need to care about my opinion anymore.
Although Gin is not a good person, we've been together for three years, and I wouldn't bring up that now that we're about to part ways.
Shuichi Akai, standing beside me, was as taciturn as ever, but his eyes showed anticipation, clearly eager to go back.
Two years ago, I really messed with him because I sent someone to the police station, which led Gin, who had failed to kill someone, to pull out his gun. Luckily, I revealed in time that I had instructed Rye Whiskey to do it, thus preventing an internal conflict.
That's how it is. During that period, Shuichi Akai didn't have an easy time either. When Gin disliked someone, that person usually didn't have a good time either. At least, the number of times he slacked off dropped sharply, and he could no longer be a lazy bum in peace.
As for vodka, it's just a gin sidekick, a universally acknowledged background character, which I habitually ignore.
Not long after, two more bottles of fake liquor arrived from the distillery. Naturally, Morofushi Hiromitsu couldn't return to the Conan world; he came here purely to see off his close friend Amuro Tooru, also known as Furuya Rei.
To be honest, I haven't seen these two Japanese police officers in a long time. Because of their Port Mafia affiliation, it's really not appropriate for them to appear at the Armed Detective Agency often. In addition, they are usually very busy, so they have been left to their own devices with these two bottles of fake liquor.
Fortunately, Fukuzawa-sensei is a super reliable and good boss. It is quite reassuring to leave Morofushi Kagemitsu and Furuya Rei in his care.
"Song! Long time no see!"
Morofushi Kagemitsu, dressed in a kendo uniform and carrying a sword bag, came over to greet me. I was quite surprised by his attire. Why did he come over like this?
Amuro Tooru noticed my confusion and said directly, "Don't you know? Scotland is currently studying swordsmanship with President Fukuzawa, and the president says he has talent."
I suddenly realized what was going on; no wonder he was dressed like that.
Learning swordsmanship from Master Fukuzawa would be good; the lone swordsman Ginrou's swordsmanship is so powerful that it can even kill superhumans. Even if Morofushi Kagemitsu only learns half of Master Fukuzawa's skills, he won't have to worry about his strength.
"You can go now!" Gin said coldly, throwing away his cigarette butt. He seemed impatient to watch us reminisce any longer.
I shrugged and said "okay," which made Vodka, who had been mostly unnoticed, excitedly exclaim, "Three years! We can finally go back!"
"Yes, it's finally time to say goodbye. It wasn't easy!" I said with emotion, then remembered to remind you, "I heard from the World Consciousness that He adjusted the flow of time on both sides so that one year equals one day, so that things won't be delayed when we go back. Now you can think back to what important things you didn't do three years ago, and you can continue to do them when the time comes."
This is a friendly reminder to those selling counterfeit alcohol. As for genuine alcohol, I don't care; they're doing something illegal anyway, so it's good that they missed out. Unfortunately, someone as meticulous and overworked as Gin would never miss any work.
Taking out the World Foundation Stone, I looked at the four bottles of wine in front of me and said, "Who will smear their blood on this? That way, the gate to your world can be opened."
There was no need for a draw; Vodka, who was the lowest-ranking person present, quite consciously said, "I'll do it."
"I don't want your blood on me! I'll get someone else!"
Holding the World Foundation Stone, I refuse to donate blood with vodka. I don't want my World Foundation Stone to be stained with the blood of this background figure. How disgusting would that be!
Even Gin's blood is stronger than his! Although he's a villain, he has class! He doesn't disgrace the foundation of the world.
I looked at the other three bottles of alcohol, waiting for them to donate blood. Unexpectedly, neither Gin, Shuichi Akai, nor Tooru Amuro had any sense of responsibility. The three of them just stared at the World Stone in my hand, waiting for someone else to make a move. The atmosphere became a little awkward for a moment.
So I urged, "The three of you come together, hurry up, I have things to do after I get you out of here!"
My words had a good effect. When the three bottles of wine heard what I said, they each made a cut on their hands and dripped their blood onto the World Stone in my hand.
Because of the interference of Conan's world consciousness, the World Foundation, after absorbing their blood to gain power, directly opened a portal of light, outside of which was the world of Detective Conan.
Gin gave me a deep look before walking through the portal without even saying goodbye. Thumbs down!
His loyal follower Vodka naturally followed closely behind, also without saying goodbye. +1 negative review!
As expected of the true mastermind of the Black Organization, after all, he served as my subordinate for three years, yet he left without even saying "goodbye." His behavior is certainly villainous enough.
Luckily, I'm easygoing, otherwise I would be so angry that I would have chased them through the portal and beaten them up.
Shuichi Akai was the third to cross the light gate. Before leaving, he looked at me and thanked me very solemnly, "Thank you for taking care of me for the past three years. I hope we can meet again in the future."
Look, as the righteous party, this magnanimity is truly different! Even though I tricked him, his desire to see me again is still quite sincere. It wasn't in vain that I spent three years as a corporate slave to protect him!
"Goodbye!" I said goodbye to Hideaki Akai with a smile, not knowing if I would ever have the chance to see this FBI agent again. Although I would occasionally mess with him, we had gotten along quite well over the years.
Amuro Tooru was the last to cross the light gate. After reluctantly saying goodbye to his best friend Morofushi Hiromitsu, he said "goodbye" to me before returning to the world of Detective Conan.
After the portal disappeared, I stretched and comforted the dejected Morofushi Kagemitsu, saying, "Don't be sad, you can go back later."
"Can I really go back?!" Morifushi Kagemitsu exclaimed, a light appearing in his gentle eyes, making them look exceptionally bright.
I generously said, "You can go back in four years at the latest, but you can't go back to the Black Organization. You have to become a police officer again. Only in this way can you avoid death."
Conan's world consciousness said that he sent Morofushi Hiromitsu as a reward, but in reality, it was also to save his life.
Three days ago, when he left, he said that as long as Morobushi Kagemitsu went back to being a policeman, he could avoid his destined death. I really don't know what to say.
Listen to this! I've only just completed the transaction of sheltering four bottles of wine, and He already wants to take back the reward agreed upon in the original deal. Who is this person?
Although he was internally criticizing Conan's world consciousness for being unfair, he still kept Morofushi Hiromitsu's matter in mind.
The main reason I eagerly accepted the reward and worked as a corporate slave for three years was that the Armed Detective Agency was really short-staffed at the time, with only three people including the president. It was a heartbreaking situation. So when I heard that Morofushi Kagemitsu would stay in the Bungo Stray Dogs world, I couldn't wait to accept the reward.
Now that I know he won't die even if he goes back to being a policeman, how can I leave him in this world with a clear conscience?
To be honest, even though Morofushi Hiromitsu is an ordinary person without any special abilities, he still faces many dangers while working at the Armed Detective Agency, even though he has started learning swordsmanship from Fukuzawa-sensei.
I was worried about how he would cope with so many crises once the main story began, but now it seems I don't need to worry. Let him work for another four years, and then we can send him back when the main story starts.
Of course, this is the ideal situation. If I have to return to the Demon Slayer world before that, I can only send him back in advance.
Fortunately, the Armed Detective Agency has gradually overcome its staff shortage, so even if Morofushi Hiromitsu leaves, it won't have a significant impact.
"Thank you, Ge! Thank you so much!"
When Morofushi Kagemitsu heard the good news, he thanked me excitedly, clearly very happy that he could go home.
That's true. No matter how good this world is, it's not the world he was born in. Besides, this world that's constantly exploding is much worse than his world where murders happen every day. Especially since he has family and friends back home, he's naturally happy to be able to leave this place and return to his own world!
After saying goodbye to Morofushi Kagemitsu, feeling carefree, I leisurely went to a restaurant for lunch. After the owner served me super spicy curry rice, I picked up my spoon and ate it with satisfaction.
It's so spicy and delicious! No wonder Oda Sakunosuke loves it so much.
Just as I was thinking this, a 23-year-old man who was already a father of five walked in and ordered the same super spicy curry rice as me from the owner.
"Yo! Oda Sakunosuke! I'm so happy today! I finally got rid of those three bottles of sake, and I don't have to be a corporate slave anymore!"
I shared my joy with Oda Sakunosuke in a delighted voice, almost wanting to pop open a bottle of champagne to celebrate finally escaping the life of a wage earner.
Despite spending three years as a corporate slave in the Port Mafia for just three bottles of wine, I always remembered why I joined in the first place. While busy with work, I would often use shadow clones to increase Oda Sakunosuke's favorability.
At first, I was struggling with how to get closer to Oda Sakunosuke. But because I really liked the super spicy curry the owner made, I praised the curry rice, and Oda Sakunosuke's favorability towards me skyrocketed. We quickly became friends who could chat easily, which was the easiest way to make friends ever.
Of course, this ease is relative to me. If it were someone who can't eat spicy food, it would be nothing short of torture. They would probably be crying with their anus covered the next day.
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