Chapter 30

When Shuji Tsushima woke up, he felt pain all over his body. At first he thought he was knocked unconscious by the explosion, but when he moved his body and found that he was tied up, he instantly understood his current situation.

...He wouldn't be kidnapped by the port Mafia so soon, right?

Naoya Shimayama might have reached an agreement with the people from the Port Mafia to create an explosion to confuse the crowd, and someone took the opportunity to take him away from Tadashi Amamiya. As for how he was taken away, it is probably because of some strange supernatural powers.

In just less than two days, the Special Powers Agents Department should not have been able to act that quickly, but the Port Mafia was quick enough to take him away using an explosion during a manhunt mission.

But how did the Port Mafia know that he would be accompanying them on this mission? He was just a 10-year-old kid, and his personal information was kept strictly confidential. Even if they could find out where he went to school, they shouldn't have known that he would be accompanying Mr. Amamiya, right?

Tsushima Shuji closed his eyes and thought quickly.

Is there an undercover agent in the Special Powers Department?

"Although I don't know what you are thinking, but now that you are awake, you should open your eyes quickly." An unfamiliar male voice sounded in front of him, and then someone walked towards him and squatted in front of him.

Tsushima Shuji opened his eyes, but before his eyelids opened completely, someone grabbed his hair and pulled him up from the ground.

“——!” The boy felt pain and suppressed the groan in his throat.

He forced himself to open his eyes and looked at the man in front of him.

The other person's hair was a little long, covering half of his face. The eyes that appeared from the gaps looked at Tsushima Shuji coldly, with suppressed madness and hatred in his eyes. He looked at him as if he was looking at a dead person.

"You, ahem... who are you?" Tsushima Shuji forced himself to ignore the pain in his scalp and squinted at the person in front of him. "Are you from the Port Mafia?"

"You're pretty calm. I was thinking that if you started crying, I would just have to beat you until you were quiet."

Tsushima Shuji smiled sarcastically: "Ah, because the young master is always prone to kidnapping."

The man let go of his hand, letting him fall to the ground again. He stood up and looked down at Tsushima Shuji, answering his previous question: "Port Mafia... I am, and I am not."

He is a member of the Port Mafia, but he is not here to arrest people for the Port Mafia.

Tsushima Shuji's eyes turned and he said, "Do you have a grudge against me?"

The man smiled suddenly, and the expression on his face softened. He raised his hand to lift his hair and lowered his head to meet Tsushima Shuji's eyes.

"Who do I look like?"

Tsushima Shuji's breath was caught in his throat.

The light in the room was not very bright, but it was enough for him to see the man's appearance clearly. If there was nothing wrong with Tsushima Shuji's eyes, or if the man in front of him was not a psychic who could disguise his appearance, then this man was definitely related to him by blood.

He looks more like his biological mother. Since the man in front of him also looks like him and is a member of the port Mafia, it is not difficult to guess that this man is a relative of his biological mother. The so-called hatred is probably because his mother died, right?

"Tsushima Shuji, huh... this surname." The man took a few steps back, sat on the chair, raised his hand and touched his face, "Shuji-kun is a smart child, you should have guessed why I took you away - from a blood relationship point of view, I am your uncle, and your biological mother is my twin sister."

Tsushima Shuji said: "It wasn't me who killed her. You got the wrong person."

Is it his fault if she died in childbirth? It wasn't his decision to be born. Either blame the Port Mafia or the Tsushima family. What does it have to do with him?

"No, no no...it's you, it's you, it's you!"

The man's voice suddenly rose. He grabbed his hair tightly, and his calm expression became crazy again: "You are the one who killed my sister!"

Tsushima Shuji frowned and pulled back his eyebrows.

Could this person have gone crazy?

The man suddenly stood up again, and the chair under him was pulled back with a sharp sound. He quickly walked up to Tsushima Shuji and pinched the boy's face with one hand. The force was so great that it seemed as if he wanted to crush him. Even his nails dug into the flesh, leaving several bloody marks on his face.

"My sister is dead, how come you are still alive and have such a good life!!"

"You Tsushima family are all devils, all lunatics..."

Tsushima Shuji frowned, the touch on his face made him clench his teeth, and he forced out a sentence: "You just don't dare to offend my father, so you come to me!"

The man calmed down, tilted his head and stared at Tsushima Shuji, and actually responded: "Well, you are right, but... you are also involved."

He let go of her hand and murmured, as if he was talking to Tsushima Shuji, or as if he was talking to himself: "You must not know, you only know that my sister went to the Tsushima family for the 'book', but she did not die in childbirth... It was because you madly absorbed her supernatural power after you were born."

Tsushima Shuji was stunned.

"When you were born, I was watching from the side." The man stroked Tsushima Shuji's face and looked at him tenderly through him. "You really look like her, more like her than I do. I wonder if your abilities are the same as hers... No, it's better not to be the same, otherwise I will be unable to help but think of you as her. You are her child, a piece of flesh that fell from her body, absorbing her nutrients and life, and then being born into this world."

"This is my first time being an elder, and I was looking forward to your birth, both for my sister's child and for the arrival of 'Book'."

"Unfortunately, you were born and became a sinner. You killed your mother and my relatives."

The man laughed softly, "Look at you, Tsushima Shuji, why were you born? If it weren't for you, my sister wouldn't have died. Her abilities were very strong. If she had stayed in the Port Mafia, she might have been an officer now. But she died. She died, and there is nothing left."

"Why are you still alive?"

The man's hand on Tsushima Shuji's face slowly moved down, stopped at his neck, and his thumb gently pressed his throat.

"No one was truly looking forward to your birth, Tsushima Shuji. Your father wanted to use you, your mother wanted to use you, your two brothers looked down on you, and I hate you so much. So why did you come to this world?" His eyes became even crazier and his hands became more forceful.

The air in his lungs was rapidly decreasing. Tsushima Shuji couldn't help struggling, but was suppressed again.

"Why are you still alive? Why didn't you die at the beginning? Why didn't you die in that river? Why didn't you die in a car accident? Why are you still enjoying life under the sun as if it were your right?"

The man's expression turned fierce: "On what basis!"

Tsushima Shuji's face had turned red from holding back his anger. His fingers were scratching around behind him, cutting his fingertips as he dug into the ground. He kicked and struggled uncontrollably, and a muffled groan of pain escaped from his throat.

His lungs were aching from the heavy load, his vision was turning dark, and the scene was becoming illusory.

The man's words forcefully penetrated his mind, and along with the feeling of suffocation, they washed over his brain bit by bit, crushing his thoughts.

What can he do at this time? The gentleman must be anxiously looking for him everywhere, and then he has to put himself in danger. What if he finds him and he has already turned into a corpse? Wouldn't the gentleman be so sad that he vomits blood and faints?

Tsushima Shuji thought in a trance.

The man was right, none of his relatives had truly been looking forward to his birth, and now he was dragging down the teacher who cared about him. This kind of situation would happen frequently in the future, because his existence represented interests, and it might even affect many people, just like the explosion in the hotel not long ago.

So does he live in this world to bring disaster to others?

If, if he just died like this, wouldn't it be better?