king of yokohama

"In your next life, be an ordinary person."

Those are the last words you'll hear before being thrown off a cliff like a dead body.

By this time, you still don't want to believe that Zhong Ye really betrayed you, even though the bullet he shot/fired by himself still remains in your chest cavity.

The bitter and salty seawater keeps pouring into your nose and nose, and can't wait to squeeze out all the oxygen in your body to fill your lungs, leading you to slowly sink to the bottom of the sea.

Even the powers you've been relying on won't save you.

You open your eyes.

The icy water is azure blue with dazzling light.Schools of fish scattered in a panic and swam around, seaweed wrapped around ankles floated in the water, and the blood from the wound dissipated into thick fog and was diluted again.

In a daze, you turned your head to look at your only remaining hand, and your right hand, which has always been holding the phone tightly, moved and pressed a button.

The phone screen lit up.Sure enough, it is waterproof.

Now, Zhongye.Did you hear that?

The sound of sea water.

*

You are not dead.

No, to be precise, you died and came back to life.

Your rebirth name is Nobuko Yahana, and you were born into a mafia family in Kawasaki City.

Your parents are both powerful supernatural beings, so as their only heir, what kind of supernatural abilities you will inherit is very exciting, but it is a pity that in this life, you are just an ordinary person who has not been detected to have supernatural abilities.

This is exactly what Zhongye wanted.

While slicing the medium-rare veal on your plate, you keep an eye on the recent "bara spit" incident in Yokohama that your cheap parents in this life are discussing.It suddenly occurred to me that Zhong was born on this day, and he was seven years old when he was born, the same age as you now.

I don't know if Zhong Ye in this life will meet his kind on the day when he was 15 years old.

After all, you are now a real human being.

"Nobuko, Nobuko, mom is calling you."

You suddenly felt someone holding your hand, and you realized that you were out of your mind unconsciously. You glanced at the veal steak that you had sliced ​​into pieces on the plate, and suddenly lost your appetite. woman.

Yabana Himiko holds your hand with tears in her eyes, and Yabana Makoto can't help but look at you with worried eyes.

Parents in this life love you very much, you know.Even if you didn't inherit any of their powers, they didn't love you because of your powers.

Since there is no supernatural ability, it is good to be an ordinary person and grow up slowly.

"I am fine."

Your cold tone brought the brunette to tears.

Ever since you were diagnosed with Congenital Apathy Disorder a few years ago, this woman who blamed you for carrying the disease on you at birth has been prone to tears.

Unresponsive to emotions, slow, uninterested in people or things, irresponsible, incapable of caring about people, and dislike dealing with people.Even with your closest family members, you can't establish real and deeper emotional dependence with them-this is emotional apathy.And maybe some antisocial personality disorder that seemed inconsequential in a Mafia family.

But you know, she doesn't blame herself.

God gives a person something that most people don't have, and in turn takes away from that person something that most people have.

These are the costs of being reborn, including your disappearing abilities, you always thought so.

Kimiko Yahana held you in her arms distressedly. Your skin, which is naturally cooler than ordinary people, is warmed by a woman's body, but your heartbeat, which has always been slower than ordinary people, has never been able to speed up.

"I'm going to be late for school."

You said slowly.The black-haired woman immediately let go of you, and frantically went to help you pack the things you need for the first day of elementary school.In fact, the maid helped clean it up last night, but Kimiko Yahua must clean it up by herself before she can rest assured.

Makoto Yaka rubbed your head vigorously, telling you to calm down and stop playing tricks on his wife.

You deliberately showed an innocent expression, and got a helpless smile from the silver-haired man.

Strange to say, your appearance is almost exactly the same as your mother in this life when she was a child, and the color of your eyes is also flaming crimson. If your hair color is not inherited from your father's silver color, people who don't know can even think that you are your mother alone. that's it.As for your personality, I don't know who you resemble.

"Try to get along with other children as much as possible." Makoto Yakama asked.

"Got it." You didn't agree clearly.

Makoto Yabana doesn't care about your pettiness, so he handed you the schoolbag that he had arranged. Seeing that it was late, he asked the driver to drive you to school.

"Nobuko!"

When you were changing your shoes at the entrance, Kimiko Yahua called you again, looking at you expectantly with beautiful ruby-like eyes.

You know what she's expecting.

But you are not ready to pronounce those two divine syllables.

You ignore the brunette's disappointed gaze and get in the car and drive away, which may be years before you do.

You think it's still long.

*

This is not the way to go to school.

After driving for a while, you are keenly aware of this.

No one knows Kawasaki City better than you.

"Going the wrong way." You sat in the co-pilot, calmly reminded, and quietly unbuckled the seat belt.You haven't really fought with others for seven years, and you don't know if you have regressed.

Ever since you found out that you have no powers in this life, you have been secretly practicing physical skills and cold/weapons/weapons.

"No, Miss, I didn't go wrong."

This road is deserted, the driver next to you said in a coaxing tone, looking sideways at you with malice.

"This is the way to Tokyo Bay...!"

Before the driver showed a strange smile, your Hidden Blade first cut his carotid artery and trachea.As for why the head was not cut off directly, there is no other way, the strength of the young child is too weak, and there is no way to cut off the neck bone.

A large amount of blood sprayed out, like a burst water pipe, instantly staining the car window and his entire chest red, the man let go of the steering wheel, and quickly pressed his hand to his neck where the pale cervical vertebral wound could be vaguely seen , staring at you with bloodshot eyes wide open, especially frightened and angry.With this amount of bleeding, he was dead.

The vehicle that lost the driver's control rushed straight towards the iron railing outside the road, and the body shook violently. You decisively smashed the side door glass of the car with your Hidden Blade, and jumped out of the narrow car window using your child's advantage.

You rolled forward neatly and stood up.The vehicle behind it galloped towards the guardrail like a runaway mad horse, and stopped in mid-air for a moment before slamming down heavily, turning into a pile of broken copper and iron with a "boom".

"Tokyo Bay, heh."

You walked to the edge of the fence where a gap of one or two meters in diameter was knocked out, and you sneered as you looked at the scrapped vehicles below and turned into a pile of rotten flesh.

The shattered glass left over from the car window when you jumped out cut your face and arms, giving you another taste of blood seven years later.

But how to go back is a problem.You who were stranded on the road thought slightly distressed.

But soon, when you heard the sound of tires rubbing against the asphalt road not far away, you sighed for your good luck. Dust, ready to rub a trip home.

As for whether the owner is willing...tsk, he will.

*

"Don't kill me, don't kill me, I have a senior and a younger child, and I recently got divorced! If I die, there will be no one to take care of my 80-year-old mother and two-year-old son!"

The middle-aged man with a knife on his kidney was crying, the hand holding the steering wheel was shaking a little, the accelerator was almost out of control, and you could even smell a smell of urine.

No matter in which life, people beg for mercy with the same lines.

"I'll let you go when we get to the place." Turning your head away in disdain, pretending to be a lost child and getting into the car of a kind person, you wouldn't be so quick to avenge your kindness.

After a few minutes, you ordered the middle-aged man to park the car on the side of the road, you knocked him out neatly, got out of the car and walked home.

It was unusually quiet around.

You looked down at the four strings of bloody footprints on the steps in front of the house, and the bloody water winding out from under the door, that bad feeling deepened in your heart.

You pushed open the door of the house that was not closed tightly, and walked in carefully avoiding the blood on the ground.

The house smelled sickly of blood, yet not a single person or corpse could be seen.You frowned, and went from room to room to check what was going on.

Empty, empty, still empty.

The belongings and furniture are all intact, and there are no traces of fighting, only the study room where the documents are kept has been turned into a mess.

Pushing open the door of the penultimate room, you see a pile of corpses almost piled up into a hill.You went forward and looked through it, and found that there are more than [-] servants in the family piled up here.Not one was missing, even the German Shepherd who was guarding the house in the backyard was lying here.Not even the dogs are spared.

You find a platinum cufflink in the bleeding mouth of a German Shepherd, engraved with a clam with wings, a gun, and a shield with a bullet engraved in the center of the shield.

You put this cuff in your pocket.Although you don't think anyone can kill or trap your supernaturally powerful and complementary parents at the same time, you are still a little worried if it happens.

When you pushed open the last door, everything in front of you made you feel as if you had been hit in the head, and you were stunned.

Who was that dead, eyeless, noseless, earless, tongueless, limbless, bloody man that was stuffed into the trash can?

Who is that naked, bruised, bruised woman in the corner who is still panting, lying on the ground dying?

...Who are they?

You walked towards the woman, as if someone kicked you in the knee, bent your legs, and knelt down beside her.

The home you had so hard to come by was destroyed again.

"...Nobuko..."

"...don't cry...don't go...for revenge..."

The woman showed an ugly smile, tried her best to raise her hand, but only moved a finger slightly, as if she wanted to touch her child one last time.

"...Go...to find, to find...Sen Owai..."

Before she got married, the woman whose surname was Sen was panting heavily, and began to have difficulty breathing. Every second of struggling to live was a painful torture for her.

"Mother......"

Instead of answering, you uttered two syllables.You gently held her bloody hand, wanting to gently stick it to your cheek and let her touch you, but you couldn't help but hold her weak hand tightly, trembling all over.

"Don't leave me..."

You choked up.

But he raised his sword and dropped it.