Chapter 178 Thirty-four Vigilantes
Bang!
After Conan fell onto the mat for who knows how many times, he finally lay on his back with a grimace and began to tremble.
A few seconds later, his entire body was covered by a shadow.
"Get up, and do it again." The voice that Conan once thought was "very suitable for being a voice actor" now said to him like a demon, "You haven't reached your limit, little detective."
The young detective wiped his face and felt like he was about to fall apart.
After he was brought back by Mr. Amuro who had finished his vacation, Mr. Amuro said something to Wuming. Anyway, from that day on, Wuming still rejected his application for partner, but would take several hours every day to "train" him.
It is said that this training sheet was specially tailored for his current child's body after Mr. Amuro and Wuming discussed it for an afternoon.
It wasn't until the end of the first day of training that Conan realized what it meant to be called "tailor-made."
He pressed his forehead with a snap in frustration: that was because he had completely found the limit of his physical strength, and the amount and duration of each training session was just on that line, a little more and he would be exhausted, a little less and he would still have some strength left.
No wonder they said it was a measurement, Wuming actually knew his situation better than he did!
However, considering that Wuming was willing to take the initiative to train him, Conan believed that the other party's negative attitude was loosening, so he never thought of refusing.
Besides, what Mr. Amuro and the doctor said were right. If he wanted to stand by Wuming's side and be his companion, it would be far from enough for him to rely on his reasoning ability and broad knowledge as he originally thought.
Wuming told him that the most important thing for a vigilante is to have the ability to protect yourself, and the second is to have the ability to protect others. If you can't even protect yourself, how can others believe that you can protect them?
Conan has indeed experienced the frustration of being outmatched many times because of the ineffectiveness of small props. Before, he thought that no one would seriously train himself with a young appearance, and in order to conceal his identity of "rejuvenation", Conan could only work hard on the practical use of props.
Now with Wuming's help, Conan's physical fitness has improved by leaps and bounds, and his strength has also increased a lot. One day when he was playing football in school, he kicked the football used by elementary school students out of habit, and almost plowed a long mark on the grass, and he was not even wearing foot-strengthening shoes at that time.
Also, when he was chasing a robber on the roadside, the skateboard should not be able to carry him over the railing in front of him, but Conan grabbed the obstacle in front of him by reflex and easily and flexibly climbed over the railing that was twice as high as him. Then, he jumped down from the railing at a faster speed before his brain could react, and kicked the robber in the back of the head before he could escape.
After the robber fell to the ground with his eyes open (?), Conan realized what he had just done. He stared at his hands climbing the railing in shock, feeling the starry gaze of the Young Detectives.
“So cool!!”
Well, he also thinks this set of moves is cool, but don’t keep asking him who taught him. If he dares to say it was Wuming, do you believe him?
Anyway, no matter what, Conan felt a little... well, secretly happy.
There are some differences caused by the size of an elementary school student that cannot be eliminated at all, so in addition to physical training and laying a foundation for him in various martial arts that Conan himself cannot even name, Wuming's training mostly focuses on various techniques that can be performed using his small body size.
Of course, these things specially designed to suit his body shape can only be used now. When he regains his youthful physique, he will have to start training from scratch.
Conan has a strong learning ability. When he was in Hawaii a few years ago, Kudo Yusaku taught him a lot of this knowledge. However, at that time, he was still the detective Kudo Shinichi and realized that he would never use these knowledge, so he had long forgotten them. Now he has to pick them up again.
Wuming's comment on this is: "It's your own fault."
Conan was infected with childishness and decided to lower Wuming's ranking in his heart by one place for two days.
Then the next day, after seeing the news on TV that Wuming had solved another serial murder case and had hung the criminals in a string on the street lights outside the Metropolitan Police Department, Conan silently adjusted Wuming's ranking back.
He couldn't beat Wuming, there was no way.
It was also when he started living in the manor that Conan truly understood the meaning of 'distance creates beauty'.
He used to regard Wuming as a cool idol, and as Wuming grew older, his admiration for him increased instead of decreasing.
Now he and Wuming live under the same roof every day. He occasionally eats the meals Wuming cooks for him. He receives Wuming's personal training every day after school. At night, he watches Wuming fight crime for an hour in the base before going to sleep...
After living like this for two months, Conan painfully discovered that he had completely lost respect for Wuming.
Wuming’s cooking is delicious, but every time he cooks it, you can’t tell what he is cooking. Conan can’t tell with the naked eye whether the meal is ugly on the outside but delicious on the inside, or just as bad inside and out. It’s like opening a blind box.
Wuming's true personality is quiet and he doesn't like to talk much, which is completely different from the chairman's outward appearance. At the same time, Wuming is gentle to children, and especially likes Conan, who is smart and can keep up with his thinking speed, so Wuming is very tolerant of Conan most of the time.
Excluding training time.
During training, Wuming was like a dessert master, throwing Conan, a ball of dough, back and forth on the protective pad. Due to the huge gap between the two of them, Wuming could ensure that Conan could not get close to him no matter what during training with just one hand, resulting in the early stages being more like a one-sided beating of a child than training.
And the last one was watching Wuming's night patrol. As everyone knows, Wuming would start his night patrol after dark unless there were special circumstances. And as an elementary school student who looked like he needed to grow a lot, Conan would be taken upstairs to sleep by the vigilante and the housekeeper in turn every night.
He! Is already! 17 years old! He is already past the age where he needs to go to bed early to grow up. You two should wake up!
Being able to stay and watch for an hour was the maximum Conan had strived for himself as Kudo Shinichi. If it exceeded one minute, even if Wuming was still punching the criminal, he would find time to remind the young detective in the earphone to go to sleep, and then Mr. Amuro recorded this reminder and used it as the alarm clock at 10 o'clock every night at the base.
What makes Conan most desperate is that now all the criminals in Tokyo know that Wuming recently raised a child who needs to go to bed at ten o'clock.
But what's more funny is that maybe the pressure brought by Wuming damaged their brains, otherwise Conan couldn't figure out why someone would try to report Wuming to the Metropolitan Police Department on the grounds of "Wuming abusing children."
Putting aside other things, can the Metropolitan Police Department really control Wuming? The former savior of the police thought very lawless.
By the way, Wuming later mentioned the organization to Conan, and added understanding the current power situation in Tokyo's underground world to the "training list" that Conan needs to complete.
Wuming told Conan a truth that shocked him for the whole day: the Akagi Group was actually the Black Organization that was overhauled after Wuming killed Rum and took over!
Conan has a strong thirst for knowledge, and as a detective, he also likes to explore those secrets, but he remains cautious about Wuming's past and is not prepared to delve too deeply into it for the time being.
He knew that something must have happened in the past that made Wuming reject all close relationships and be extremely concerned about the safety of the people he cared about - Conan now brought a lot of things with positioning devices to school every day. Wuming told him this in advance, and Conan acquiesced.
Conan also knew that this was definitely the deepest scar on Wuming's heart. He didn't want to take the initiative to reveal it. Now was not the time.
Therefore, out of trust, Conan did not ask why Wuming knew Rum's identity, nor did he ask why Wuming wanted to control the organization. He just asked the other party excitedly after hearing this information: "So, where is the antidote!"
...Then I learned from Wuming that the developers of the aptx series and their relatives are still studying abroad. If we want to get the antidote, we have to wait until Shirley returns to China. But everyone knows the situation in Tokyo, and no one dares to drag the precious scientific researchers back to this big hot pot.
Fortunately, Wuming told Conan that Shirley had already started researching the antidote, and there would be progress after waiting for some time.
"Haaa...Haaa..." Today's training finally came to an end. Conan, who would have fallen apart if poked, sat down against the wall, holding the bottle of water sent by Mr. Amuro, and cleared his mind, allowing himself to have a good rest.
Wuming walked over to him and sat down cross-legged. Seeing his relaxed and carefree look, Conan couldn't help but want to challenge him. However, when he thought about having to accompany the kids from the detective team to see the Kamen Ultron exhibition tomorrow, Conan leaned back dejectedly.
He didn't want the incident of 'the bruises from training being seen and people mistakenly thinking that Chairman Akae was abusing Conan' to happen again. It would be embarrassing for both him and Wuming.
The black-haired, red-eyed vigilante wore a tight black short-sleeved shirt in the training room to facilitate limb movement, but this kind of clothing also made his baby face look even younger, making him look like a deceitful middle school student.
Ignore the smooth muscle lines on the arms.
If there is one thing that Conan still cannot accept, it is probably that Wuming is not only the same age as him, but is only two months older than him.
Both are seventeen years old. When he was investigating a case, he was knocked unconscious by the organization with a stick and turned into a child. When Wuming was investigating a case, he knocked the current boss of the organization down with a punch and turned into the successor boss.
…
Conan's expression turned serious. Wuming next to him looked at him and poked the little detective's soft cheek as if he thought it was fun.
"What are you thinking about?" Wuming asked the young detective in a good mood.
"If I destroy an organization, or become the leader and then destroy an organization, can the current course be considered as graduation?"
Wuming was silent for a moment, Conan turned around and saw a serious thinking expression on the boy's face.
"Strictly speaking, it doesn't count," Wuming pointed out, "After all, I have to do what you said at least once a week now."
...That's true.
Conan sighed and continued to ponder how he could graduate from Wuming.
He doesn't want to be the beaten dough anymore, nor does he want to watch Wu Ming fighting crime for an hour every night!
"Oh, that's right." Wuming threw something over when he stood up, and Conan readily reached out to catch it, "This week's pocket money."
Wuming left the training room.
Conan looked down at the pitiful 500 yen in his palm and became more determined to graduate.