Sense of incongruity and doubt
Meanwhile, in the kitchen of the sushi restaurant.
Disguised as a chatterbox with a bulbous nose, rabbit teeth, and a single eye, Rum, using the alias Wakita Kanenori, is diligently making sushi. Perhaps due to his dedication to the task of disguise, or perhaps due to his deep love for sushi chefs, Rum even considered obtaining the corresponding chef's license before creating this identity.
"Chef Kyoda, a customer who knows you has arrived. He also knows Tomomi, who used to work here." The waitress posted the premium sushi set ordered by the customer on the wall. Remembering the customers who had just arrived, she turned to Kenshinori Wakita and said.
Rum paused in his sushi-making, a bad feeling rising in his heart upon hearing the waiter's words. He looked up at the waiter and asked, "Is that so? What do the guests look like?"
The waiter described him as "a black-haired, blond-eyed boy who brought a blond, dark-skinned friend with him."
Rum's heart skipped a beat, and he almost crushed the sushi in his hand into a pancake. He put down the sushi, picked up a towel to wipe it, and turned to another sushi chef, saying, "I'm going out for a bit. The rest is up to you, Sawada-kun."
After leaving the kitchen, Rum didn't immediately go to meet Tsurumi Nagare. Instead, he went to the break room for the sushi restaurant's employees and took out a black flip phone from a locker.
"Curaçao, what's going on with Suz? Didn't you remind him not to tell anyone my identity? He took the newcomer to a sushi restaurant where he was pretending to be someone else."
As soon as the call connected, a torrent of scolding poured out. For a second, Curacao's brain went blank, then he quickly recovered and, upon hearing this, also felt a headache coming on.
“Rum, I’ll use a mission to call them both back immediately.” Curaçao calmed down and offered a solution instead of arguing for herself.
Rum calmed down as well. He pondered for two seconds and rejected Curaçao's suggestion. "Forget it. If you use a mission to lure them back, it will make my identity more suspicious."
Rum decided to trust Tsurumi Kawaru this time, considering his abilities and usefulness, and also to test the identity and loyalty of the newcomer Bourbon. He hung up the phone, straightened his chef's hat, and turned to leave the lounge.
Just then, Rum and Tsurumi Kawaru's premium sushi arrived one after the other. Wakita Kanenori, dressed in a chef's uniform and hat, stood by their table, looking at Tsurumi Kawaru with a delighted expression.
"Ryu-kun, I'm so glad you brought your friend to eat the sushi I made." Wakita Kanenori looked at Amuro Tooru with a happy expression and nodded politely.
When Tsurumi River met Wakita Kanenori, he remembered what Curacao had told him in the organization. He realized that Wakita Kanenori's true identity was Rum, the organization's second-in-command. He blinked slowly.
“Uncle Wakita, I’ve been craving your sushi for a long time. I happened to have some free time this time, so I brought my new friend with me.”
Tsurumi Kawakami wasn't used to lying, and he stammered through the sentence. Fortunately, his tone was honest and serious, so he didn't reveal anything he shouldn't have said.
Wakita Kanenori's eye twitched. He knew very well what kind of person Tsurumi Kawakami was, so he focused his attention on the organization's newest member—Nami himself.
Ever since the chef named Wakita Kanenori arrived, Amuro Tooru had been secretly observing his every move. Amuro Tooru's first impression of the chef was that there was an inexplicable sense of unease about him. He was keenly aware of this, but he couldn't pinpoint the source of the unease.
Amuro Tooru questioned Wakita Kanenori's identity. If there were problems with the other party's identity, such as fabrication or falsification, then the identity of the sushi chef might be the key to connecting Tsurumi Gawa and rum.
However, he had only been undercover in the Black Organization for a short time. Before he was confident that he could destroy the organization in one fell swoop, all Amuro Tooru could do was lie low and remain silent. So he pretended to be accompanying a friend to enjoy sushi and nodded calmly to the other party.
The three people at the sushi table had different thoughts on their own. Wakita Kanenori stayed behind under the pretext of accompanying the chef, but kept a close eye on Amuro Tooru. To avoid attracting Amuro's attention, he ate absentmindedly. Of the three, only Tsurumi Kawakami Nagaru seemed to be enjoying his meal, with a very good appetite.
After it was over, Amuro Tooru and Wakita Kanenori both breathed a sigh of relief. They stood up almost at the same time, and after noticing each other's movements, their eyes met briefly before they looked away.
Tsurumi Kawaru rubbed his flat stomach, which showed no sign of protrusion, and walked past the two to the front desk to pay the bill. Amuro Tooru gave Wakita Kanenori a polite smile behind him, then followed a few steps to catch up with him.
After paying the bill, Tsurumi Kawakawa said goodbye to Wakita Kanenori and then pulled Amuro Tooru away from the sushi restaurant. Since they were out today, neither of them wanted to go back immediately. As they walked, Tsurumi Kawakawa realized they had arrived at a nearby street for viewing cherry blossoms.
It's just that it's the wrong month now; the cherry blossom season is long over, and there aren't many pedestrians on the street.
Tsurumi Kawa found a bench and sat down. Leaning back, he suddenly remembered what it was like when he first came to this world. He turned to Amuro Tooru and said, "When I first came here, I didn't have a single penny on me. I was starving for two days. I slept on this bench and thought I might as well find a restaurant and eat for free."
Seeing Amuro Tooru's surprised expression, Tsurumi Kawakami scratched his cheek with his finger and said with a shy smile, "Then I set my sights on a sushi restaurant. I was a little scared when I tried to dine and dash for the first time, but then a group of thugs who were collecting insurance money overturned my table. The sushi I had just ordered fell to the ground before I could finish eating it. I was so angry that I beat them up."
“I broke a lot of tables and chairs in the store, and I didn’t have any money. In the end, Uncle Wakita told the sushi shop owner that the store needed a delivery person, so I stayed.”
After hearing Tsurumi Kawakita's story, Amuro Tooru was quite surprised. He didn't know that Tsurumi Kawakita had such an experience before joining the Black Organization. Amuro Tooru suddenly understood why Tsurumi Kawakita had said he joined the Black Organization because he could get money and have enough to eat.
Amuro Tooru paused and asked, "Did something happen to you before you were penniless?"
Tsurumi Kawakami paused for two seconds before realizing what Amuro Tooru was asking. He sat up a little straighter, resting his hands on his thighs and leaning slightly forward, his expression extremely serious.
"Actually, I am a hero. I came to this world because I was called by a mission. At that time, I had just come here from the previous world, so I had no money."
Toru Amuro: "..."
Amuro Tooru chuckled twice: "Haha, really? You must have had a tough time. It seems the hero's mission is to defeat the Demon King."
It's surprising that Suzi is still in his chuunibyou phase, but thinking about it, it's normal. At his age, although he no longer thinks about being Ultraman and defeating monsters every day, he still has the idea of being a policeman and catching bad guys.
Tsurumi Kawakami stared wide-eyed at Amuro Tooru with surprise and uncertainty. "How did you know my mission was to defeat the Demon King?"
He clearly didn't tell anyone else.
Amuro Tooru's smile froze. Looking at Tsurumi Kawakami, who was completely serious and showed no sign of pretense, an unbelievable thought welled up in his mind.
It can't be true, right?
For a moment, the two sitting on the bench stared at each other wide-eyed. Tsurumi Kawakami scratched his head and thought for a while, then solemnly instructed Amuro Tooru not to tell anyone about this.
Amuro Tooru paused for a moment, then replied with a slightly subtle expression, "...Okay."
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Back at the organization, Tsurumi Kawaru was summoned by Curaçao. He roughly guessed what it was about, said a miserable goodbye to Amuro Tooru, and then slowly went to find Curaçao.
Curaçao sat behind a dark brown solid wood desk with a huge computer screen on it and a pile of documents that needed to be processed beside her.
Seeing that she was busy, Tsurumi Kawakami obediently pulled up a chair and sat down, secretly glancing at Curaçao's expression. Curaçao didn't miss his little actions and deliberately left him waiting for a few minutes before stopping her work.
Her sharp gaze fell on Tsurumi Kawakami, her face stern and cold. Tsurumi Kawakami glanced up at her, then quickly lowered his head, fiddled with the black faux leather on the armrest of his chair, and obediently admitted his mistake: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought Bourbon to the sushi restaurant."
Seeing his quick admission of guilt, Curaçao's lips twitched, and her cold demeanor crumbled instantly. She rubbed her temples and said with a headache, "You admit your mistake so quickly, but you should keep this in mind. Also, although Bourbon has a codename, he is still a newcomer. There are many things in the intelligence group that not just anyone can know."
Tsurumi Kawaru's head drooped, a cowlick in his fluffy black hair pointing directly at her. As the youngest member of the organization's codenamed members, Curaçao couldn't bring herself to say anything stern to Tsurumi Kawaru.
Finally, exhausted, she waved him away.
After leaving Curaçao, Tsurumi Kawakami returned to his room dejectedly. Just as he sat down, his phone vibrated in his pocket. He took it out and saw it was a text message from Amuro Tooru asking about something. Tsurumi Kawakami paused for a moment, then typed a reply.
[I'm fine, it's just that I can't go to sushi restaurants anymore for a while.]
After sending the message, Tsurumi Kawaru threw his phone aside and lay back on the bed. He stared at the ceiling for a long time, and finally let out a long sigh with a bitter face.
Meanwhile, Amuro Tooru, upon seeing Tsurumi Kawaru's reply, paused sharply for a few seconds on the latter part of the sentence. The inadvertently revealed information made him even more certain that Wakita Kanenori's identity at the Iroha Sushi restaurant was indeed questionable.
Amuro Tooru unconsciously stroked his phone, lost in thought. If that's the case, he should probably investigate. However, he's probably been noticed now, and Curaçao is a problem; he can't make any moves for a while, so he'll have to leave this to Hiro.
Amuro Tooru's expression was slightly solemn. After thinking for a moment, he pulled out a black cell phone from a hidden spot in the room, intending to contact Midorikawa Hikaru, who was also an undercover agent in the Black Organization.
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