[Comprehensive] There is a Master's House in Yokohama

As soon as Yunfu Kyoko saw Odasaku's appearance, she knew that the young father had changed his mind again.

In fact, she doesn't quite understand it. Why does a person in his twenties have the hobby of raising children?

Raising a few is not enough, I really want to raise a group.

It is not enough to raise a group, and you will still be tempted to see others.

It's so weird this man.

Could it be the reincarnation of the god who raises children?

But this does not prevent her from admiring Oda.

From the moment she learned that Oda Saku had the ambition to write, she firmly classified Oda Saku as her own.

Therefore, since Oda Saku has started to raise more children, Yunfu Kyoko of course chose to agree unconditionally.

"Ah, they're all good boys. It's too arbitrary to make a decision based on two eyes." Yunfu Xingzi looked at the dean with a troubled expression.

Then she said in a tone full of hints: "I think it should take a day or two to have in-depth contact with each child... Ah, but the surrounding area is so remote, and I didn't see a hotel on the way here. A good night's sleep here."

The dean froze, obviously thinking urgently about what reason to refuse to appear natural.

When Sakata Yinshi saw this, he yelled suddenly and sat down on the ground.

"Ah! What's wrong with you?!" Yunfu Kyoko screamed and rushed over, hugging Sakata Gintoki.

Tsk, it's a bit heavy, and I can't hold it. This dead sweet tooth control has quite a lot of muscles.

Sakata Yinshi said weakly: "I'm sick, it's okay, I can't die, I have a pill in my arms, take it out and give me two."

According to the instructions, Yunfu Xingzi took out a small paper bag from the opponent's arms, which contained a small handful of jelly beans. Although it looked like a pill, it was definitely jelly beans.

The silver-haired girl counted out two with black threads all over her head, and fed them into the mouth of that dead sweet tooth.

"How is it? Is it better?"

"Okay... much better..." Sakata Gintoki weakly chewed the jelly beans.

Dazaiji understood, and said to the dean: "Look, dean, we have a patient here. Can we give him a bed to lie down? We don't ask for anything else, just let him lie down for a while."

The dean has no choice, although he very much doubts that the guy with the silver hair and natural curly hair is acting, but he can't directly go up and expose it.

The so-called dirty world of adults is that if you want to gain a foothold in society, you must abide by the basic rules. There are many things that are obvious at a glance, and you have to pretend to be ignorant.

Finally, after some negotiations, Sakata Gintoki was carried into the lounge next to the dean's room to rest.

As for Odasaku's selection of orphans for adoption, it was naturally postponed.

Originally, they would continue to argue about the accommodation issue, but the dean was suddenly called away by a teacher, and there were only six people left in the lounge.

As soon as the dean disappeared, Sakata Gintoki jumped up like a carp. How could he still look like he was dying at this time?

"I feel, are we going a little too aggressively? The dean seems to have discovered that our purpose is not pure." Ango Sakaguchi looked very worried.

Sakata Gintoki showed a "you don't understand" expression: "So what if we find out? We haven't done anything bad. If he just drives us away, then he won't blame himself."

"And if it's a contest of force, we will never lose." Akutagawa Ryunosuke was confident about this.

Yunfu Xingzi looked at Sakata Yinshi and threw jelly beans into her mouth one by one. She couldn't stand it anymore, so she stepped forward to grab them and confiscated them.

"What are you doing, Kyoko?"

"You can't eat any more, you have to pay attention to controlling your sugar intake."

"At this time, Kyoko, don't worry about these details, okay? Whether it's sugar or not, we'll talk about it after we settle the commission."

"On the contrary, the more you get into this situation, the more you have to pay attention to details." Yunfu Kyoko resisted the urge to roll her eyes, and turned to look at Osamu Dazai. "Are you right, Dazai? Tell me what you found?"

"Ah, nothing can be hidden from Kyoko's eyes." Osamu Dazai sighed and chuckled, and took out the hand that was always in his pocket.

He spread out his palm, and on the palm was a long, fluttering white hair.

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The unassuming black sedan navigates the bumpy road.

Although the performance of the car itself is good, it is a configuration suitable for urban roads, and now it shows its shortcomings when driving in the countryside with winding roads.

There are two people sitting in the back row, one is a boy with a hedgehog head, ordinary clothes and ordinary face, named Kamijou Touma.

And the quiet girl next to Kamijou Touma is Akutagawa Ryunosuke's younger sister Gin.

"Ah, I'm about to throw up." Kamijou Touma grabbed the door handle dying, looking as if he could open the door and jump off at any time regardless of the car was still driving.

This resentful remark was addressed to the driver of the car.

Despite the roughness of the road, the main reason for the great suffering of the occupants is the driver's excessive driving skills.

"I feel like I saw Santuchuan..."

"Roadless Race!" The girl who was holding the steering wheel and trying her best to fix the car on the road instead of flying out roared.

The girl with shoulder-length brown hair and eyes of the same color was Misaka Mikoto.

Although he already felt the threat in Misaka Mikoto's tone, Kamijou Touma did not lose the courage to complain because of this, on the contrary, he complained even more vigorously.

"So why does Misaka Mikoto-sama of the Supernatural Secret Service Division have to drag me, an ordinary person like me?"

"If you are an ordinary person, then I, who was defeated by you, am not a homeless person in the slum?" Misaka Mikoto's voice was also filled with resentment.

Yin, who had been keeping silent all this time, suddenly spoke when he heard this: "That's not right."

"Ah?" Misaka Mikoto didn't know whether she should be angry or not because she was inexplicably pushed, and she felt more confused.

Kamijou Touma's face was full of pain, and he explained as simply as possible: "Silver comes from the slums."

"Um... sorry." Realizing that she might have said something she shouldn't have said, Misaka Mikoto became embarrassed.

No one spoke for a while, and the car drove crazily for a while, with only the sound of "clang, clang, clang" from the tires rolling over the gravel.

"So, where are we going?" Kamijou Touma still couldn't suppress his curiosity.

"An orphanage."

"Why go there?"

"In order to find a person, it is said that that person has long hair that is as white as mist, and a pair of red eyes that are as red as apples."

"It's really a description of appearance full of slots. It sounds like a poet who writes poems. But I must declare that I have no talent at all in the field of tracing people. Even if you force me to go, it's useless."

"No, it's useful." Misaka Mikoto's brown eyes darkened slightly. "The person I'm looking for is a very powerful person with supernatural abilities. I don't have the confidence to deal with it myself, but for you, it should be just a trivial matter, right?"

Kamijou Touma was very surprised: "Could it be that your misunderstanding of me is too deep? Am I some kind of invincible superhuman killer boss?"

"Ah, yes, Lord Shenjing Sumo."

"It's completely wrong. Also, don't distort my name casually, it's very rude! Please call me Kamijou Touma."

"Huh? How did you hear that? It's clearly the same pronunciation." Misaka Mikoto first laughed, and then became serious again. "At this point, you won't continue to insist on that ridiculously incapable person anymore, will you? I need to use your strength to restrain that person with your Fantasy Killer."

Kamijou Touma felt his heart sinking, and he swore he didn't want to be involved in such incidents at all.

Even if he was asked to go to the explosion site to rescue a hundred children, he would feel much better emotionally.

"So, this is the meaning of the special agent behind you? Let me deal with enemies you can't deal with?" This is the most reasonable explanation Kamijou Touma can come up with.

According to the previous contact with Misaka Mikoto, Kamijou Touma has already learned of the existence of the Supernatural Secret Service Division.

It is said that it is an official organization affiliated to the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and its members are composed entirely of people with supernatural abilities.

If you are taken by the Supernatural Secret Service Division and forced to do things, maybe you are completely powerless to resist, right?

"No." Disgust flashed in Misaka Mikoto's eyes for a moment. "On the contrary, we have to avoid the Ability Secret Service Division. I spent a lot of thought to hide from those people and run out to find you."

"Ah? Why? Aren't you a member of the Supernatural Secret Service?" Kamijou Touma couldn't understand.

In fact, since he knew this violent woman, he often felt incomprehensible.

In other words, no one wants to understand a violent woman who kicks a vending machine for a drink, right?

"You ask me why? I'll tell you for the sake of your reliability. Because the position of the Ability Secret Service Division is to keep silent and acquiesce in the existence of that person, even if that person has committed an unforgivable crime. And Such protection, just because of that person's powerful supernatural ability, may be able to protect Yokohama."

Misaka Mikoto hammered the steering wheel angrily, in exchange for Kamijou Touma screaming.

"Okay, okay, calm down! So what crime did the person you mentioned commit? Did he rob all the vending machines in Yokohama?"

Kamijou Touma felt that he had told a very good bad joke, so he laughed twice after telling it.

As a result, neither Silver nor Misaka Mikoto responded, which was an embarrassing scene.

Maybe this cold joke is too cold?

Kamijou Touma comforted himself.

Misaka Mikoto looked at the road ahead, and even in the bumpy car, her tone was still serious and contemplative: "Kamijo Touma, do you know about 'Dragon Head Struggle'?"

"I don't know." Kamijou Touma was confused.

"Then you should at least know that Yokohama was in chaos for a while about three years ago?"

"I know this, although I don't know exactly what happened. So the chaos was named 'Dragon Head Rebellion' by the Supernatural Secret Service, right? But what does it have to do with the person you are looking for?"

"It's not the person I'm looking for, but the person we're looking for." Misaka Mikoto corrected. "That person must be the culprit of the 'leader struggle' that happened back then. It's a pity that the farming chief refused to show me more information. But it doesn't matter, as long as we can face it face to face, everything will be revealed."

"Uh... so you want to investigate the case behind your boss's back?"

Kamijou Touma sighed helplessly, but he could understand Misaka Mikoto's thinking a little bit.

This violent woman has quite a sense of justice.

I got the information from the boss by chance, and found out that a prisoner who may be a vicious incident was covered up because of the special ability, so I feel aggrieved, right?

To actually come out to find someone without knowing the secret service department behind his back, I really don't know whether to call it brave or reckless.

"In short, I probably understand, so the person we are looking for, do you know the name?"

"Shibusawa Tatsuhiko." Misaka Mikoto replied, and then stepped on the gas pedal hard, forcing Kamijou Touma to let out another series of exclamations.

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Note: Kamijou Touma's name sounds like Shenjing Touma.

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Today I couldn't hold back and researched something again, which made me almost not finish writing in time. I hate myself.

As a result, the word count is quite a lot, hehe.