Uchiha's superpowers

Because Diablo hates his information being known by others, I asked Tobio to help me go out and buy some clothes for five-year-olds.

Tobio didn't know that he was a patient with multiple personality disorder, and Diablo didn't intend to tell him about it, so referring to the way Diablo communicated with Tobio, I talked to him by phone. He communicates.

With Diablo's own word for it—"This is my son Speranza, who will inherit my organization, Tobio, and you'll treat him as I do"—it was fairly easy for me to Talk to Tobio.

[Hi Tobio, this is Speranza. ] I thought for a while, and greeted him first.

Tobio, who was rearranging the braided hair loosened by Diablo, held the microphone between his shoulders, "Ah, that, I'm Tobio, the boss' son... no, um, master? Young master ?”

He struggled with addressing issues.

[Just call me Speranza. ] I said so.

"Then Speranza, please don't hesitate to tell me to do whatever you want!" Tobio was full of energy. Finally, he tied his hair behind his head with a hairnet and combed it to make it smooth and smooth. After bangs, one hand was free to hold the microphone.

[It's not a big deal, I want you to help me buy some clothes. ] I spelled out the requirements carefully, [clothes for a five-year-old boy, ordinary T-shirts and shorts will do. ]

"Okay, Speranza, leave it to me."

Tobio agreed immediately, picked up his suitcase and left. As for the check-out, someone will naturally take care of it. This is not something he needs to worry about.

The docile, pink-haired, brown-eyed boy hurried out of the hotel with a suitcase in his arms, and passed by a blond boy with a dignified face pushing a suitcase.

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Giorno walked to the front desk of the Naples Hotel and smiled at the lady in charge of checking in the guest information.

The boy with handsome blond hair and blue eyes had a soft and lively smile like spring water in his pupils, and his words were quite gentlemanly and polite, "This beautiful lady, is there a pink-haired blond boy around eight o'clock yesterday?" The boy with the purple eyes was here?"

The front desk lady Tina's face turned red with embarrassment, she stammered softly, "Yesterday, last night I wasn't on duty, I don't know."

The handsome blond boy in front of him showed a heartbreaking and disappointed expression, "That's my younger brother, he ran away from home because of a fit of anger, and didn't come home all night, it's really worrying."

He said, "Thank you..." He glanced at the badge on Tina's uniform, paused and said, "...Miss Tina, I'll ask someone else, because someone told me about my My younger brother appeared in this hotel before, so I came here."

Tina's heart was pounding. Seeing that Giorno turned around to leave here, thinking that he might never meet him again, Tina couldn't help but stop him, "Wait, wait a minute."

Giorno looked back pretending to be puzzled.

And Tina took a deep breath, calmed down, and said to him shyly, "I can show you the hotel's surveillance... But in exchange, can you tell me your contact information?"

She showed her affection for him boldly and unabashedly.

A smile appeared on the corner of Giorno's mouth, and he said calmly as if he had expected this result, "Of course, Miss Tina, if you can help me find my brother, I will definitely thank you very much. "

Giorno saw the surveillance as he wished, but unfortunately, in this era when surveillance cameras are still quite expensive and imperfect, even the most luxurious hotels in Naples only have two installed in the lobby, he found the one The surveillance video of the boy entering the hotel elevator, but no video of him getting out of the elevator was found, which means that the boy is likely still staying in the hotel.

Giorno knew clearly that it was impossible for such a young child to check in the hotel by himself. An adult must have helped him get the hotel room card, so he asked the front desk lady for the identity of the hotel check-in staff. Information is also useless.

But as long as you know that the boy is in this hotel, at least you have a direction to investigate.

Giorno thought for a while, and asked the front desk lady for the rooms that are currently occupied by the hotel. First of all, he excluded the rooms for check-in and check-out today, and planned to find them one by one.

Before he could even get going, however, a nasty surprise hit him.

The hair is braided into three strands from back to front, the left and right strands are pinned to the sides with insect-shaped hairpins, and the middle strand hangs down straight to form bangs. The man in a white suit and combing his head swept a few times in the hotel lobby. Eyes, the target clearly locked his sight on Giorno.

Bugarati looked at Giorno who was hurriedly walking towards the elevator, and after confirming that the suitcase he was carrying was consistent with the description in the information given by Polbo, he stepped forward decisively to stop him.

"Giorno Giobana."

Bucciarati called out his name accurately.

For Bucciarati, who has accumulated a very high prestige in Naples, it is not difficult to ask a person's name and information after learning the license plate number. He never did the same thing as Giorno by cheating The swindler who lived with the luggage of tourists learned about Giorno.

"At eight o'clock last night, you cheated a suitcase from your own passenger, right?"

Although he was saying interrogative sentences, Bugarati had already confirmed in his heart that Giorno was the person he was looking for. Fortunately, it seemed that he hadn't had time to sell the suitcase he cheated. Yes, the suitcase is in his hands at the moment!

"I know it's not easy for everyone to make a living, so I always turn a blind eye to this kind of thing, but unfortunately, you have provoked a gangster this time." Bugarati squeezed his hand firmly Armed Bruno's shoulder to prevent him from escaping, "It's because you don't know, as long as you obediently hand over the suitcase to me, I can let you go."

Giorno realized that he didn't seem to need to look for that boy anymore.

His voice was still steady, "You mean, you know who the owner of this suitcase is, right?"

"Well, almost." Bugarati said, "But this is not your business, you just need to hand over the suitcase to me honestly."

"Feel sorry."

Giorno said softly.

Bugarati only heard a few syllables vaguely. He frowned and asked subconsciously, "What?"

Giorno turned his head and raised a bright smile to Bucgarati, and said in a brisk tone, "I'm sorry sir, I won't hand over this suitcase to you."

He summoned his stand-in [Golden Experience], suddenly punched Bugarati hard in the stomach, broke free from his restraints, and then quickly ran towards his car parked in front of the hotel with his suitcase go.

Giorno knew very well that he couldn't fight Bucciarati directly in the hotel, otherwise, as the hotel side that pays a large amount of protection fees to gangsters every year, he would definitely call the gangsters with Bucciarati to deal with the matter. For one thing, he will only suffer at that time.

It is necessary to lead Bugarati to the sparsely populated land first.

At that moment, Bruno calmly made a judgment call.

But Bugarati was caught off guard by Giorno and successfully attacked, and fell heavily on the smooth floor of the hotel lobby, causing the surrounding passengers to scream.

He struggled to sit up clutching his attacked abdomen, frowning, "He turned out to be a stand-in messenger! Now things will be troublesome."

After waiting for the pain to subside a little, Bugarati got up without hesitation, and chased in the direction Giorno had just fled.

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In the largest shopping mall in Naples, Tobio struggled to compare two sets of clothes.

One set is a high-necked sleeveless white top with holes everywhere, with black bottoms with wide trouser legs that look more like a skirt than shorts, and one set is a pink long-sleeved sweater with an exposed waist and navy blue low-rise trousers .

"Ah, I'm really confused. Both sets look good. Which Speranza will you be more satisfied with?" Tobio frowned and sighed sadly.

Forget it, I wouldn't like either one.

I rejected Tobio's offer very firmly and quickly.

Let’s just say that the previous set is fine, but the latter set is basically your own aesthetics. Is there any difference from the clothes on your body except that they are different in size?

Also, all I want is an ordinary T-shirt and shorts. Let the avant-garde and fashionable clothes be worn by people who are more suitable for them!

My strong will to communicate with Tobio reached Tobio's heart.

"dulululululu-"

After he uttered a series of weird phone ringtones, Tobio opened his hands and listened carefully, "The boss called me!"

He happily hung the two sets of clothes on the hanger, took out his phone from the suitcase and put it on his ear.

[Tobio, just find me some ordinary clothes and buy them. ]

"Ah, it's Speranza." After hearing that it was my voice, Tobio's tone was obviously a little disappointed.

Yes, it's me, any comments?

I'm deadpan.

"Don't you like these two sets of clothes, Speranza?" Tobio looked suspiciously at the two sets of clothes that he liked very much.

[This kind of clothing is too conspicuous and doesn't suit me well. ]

I thought about it, and tried to be as tactful as possible.

[In short, you walk around casually, and if I see clothes I like, I will let you take them down. ]

In the end, I completed the arduous task of [buying some sets of clothes] as if I was commanding a game character, and exchanged the right to use my body in the bathroom with the clothes.

When my original boyish body was gradually transformed into a five-year-old child under the transformation of super powers, I changed into clothes that fit me and left the shopping mall. I was going to follow Diablo's arrangement with the tour guide... the guards Team meet.

Of course I was only wearing a plain white T-shirt and black shorts.

The shameful topless outfits that are popular in this world are left to them to wear themselves.

My heart is as solid as a rock, unwavering.