Shuji Tsushima boarded a private plane to the United States alone.
At his strong request, Butler Tanaka, who originally wanted to go with him, stayed in the country.
because……
"Except for Mr. Tanaka, there is no one else I can trust in Neon..."
"If Mr. Tanaka leaves, who should handle the affairs of Tsushima Club?" the young man said with a melancholy expression.
"Master Xiuji..." Butler Tanaka couldn't help but be moved.
"I will definitely stay in Neon to handle everything for you, Master Xiuzhi." He immediately promised.
"Master Xiuzhi, you have to be careful alone. People from Ailande will pick you up when the time comes..." Butler Tanaka asked worriedly.
My poor young master Xiuzhi... must not encounter any accidents.
"Thank you, Mr. Tanaka." The young man showed a clear smile.
Shuji Tsushima: Great! Now there is one less source.
Teiko Support ClubX
Bodyguards led by Tanaka Butler support X
Atobe Keigo's RoseX
Photoshoot of Bourbon and Gin x
Isn't this perfect? ! !
With Belmode's status, even if she came to watch the show, she wouldn't do anything so grand, let alone she wouldn't come at all.
The only familiar audience members who will appear...
Maybe there's only one...
Shuji Tsushima: That person is probably struggling with which identity to use.
After all, this determines how the opponent looks when he comes out.
What do you say to that person... She is quite good-looking...
The appearance of each fake identity is in line with the other's aesthetics.
Well, one of the reasons why Tsushima Shuji was raised by that person is that his appearance is exquisite enough.
Satisfies that person's aesthetic taste.
Tsushima Shuji turned over the false identities used by the other party in his mind.
Priest, wealthy businessman, arms dealer, doctor...
However, the identity used by the other party will not be used a second time. This time it is a fake identity...
He must be a noble from some country.
…
As soon as I got off the plane, I saw a row of people waiting outside.
"Master Tsushima." The person in charge of Alande is also Japanese.
"Welcome back." He stepped forward and greeted.
"Thank you, Mr. He Xiang." The young man nodded calmly.
When he was a child in the United States, this person in charge often reported to that person's fake identity.
Well, by the way, the original fake identity was Tsushima Shuji's uncle.
Haruhiko Oba is also the top person in charge of Alande in the United States.
The surname Oba was chosen by Shuji Tsushima.
So the mother, the lady who was already dead when she appeared, changed her surname directly.
Due to the tradition that after a Neon person gets married, the woman has to take the man's surname, the mother has never revealed her own surname to anyone.
After all, he is a cautious member of the organization.
After that person ran away, the fake identity was handed over to the organization's department responsible for managing identities for continued use.
"Mr. Da Ting is already waiting for you." He Xiangjun said respectfully.
"I understand, is uncle's health okay?" Tsushima Shuji asked as he moved forward.
As for why you ask this question...
Of course it's because of that person's historical legacy.
Haruhiko Oba is a sick man who vomits blood frequently and can only sit in a wheelchair.
Being with Shuji Tsushima is like an uncle-nephew tragedy.
One was young and had to rely on a wheelchair for the rest of his life, and the other was blind in one eye and covered in bandages. Both of them vomited blood at every turn.
It makes people wonder if this family has some genetic disease or is cursed by someone.
"Mr. Haruhiko, he..." He Xiang mentioned the other person with a tone of admiration, and then sighed deeply.
"You'll know it when you see it." He shook his head and didn't want to say more.
"...I know." The young man said in a low tone.
As if thinking of something bad.
It seems that the people in the organization did not change the persona casually. They were managed completely according to that persona.
"Mr. Haruhiko, he..." He Xiang hesitated.
Mr. Tsushima and Mr. Haruhiko are both rare geniuses who are so amazing that they are amazing.
But they all...
"Take me to see him." The young man couldn't help but sigh.
"Yes, please come with me." He Xiang stretched out his hand to guide the way.
Ailande chose to keep a low profile, so there were only four pick-up cars this time, and Shuji Tsushima got into the third car.
"It's really...nothing has changed." He sighed as he looked out the car window.
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of gunfire and explosions outside the car.
Shuji Tsushima: The people's simple and honest customs are exactly the same, there is no change.
Pedestrians around him began to run wildly and hide in all directions, but Tsushima Shuji saw a somewhat familiar figure on the street.
"First Evolution"
Izayoi Mochizuki, a woman, came to the United States to find inspiration.
A sudden... shooting? terrorist? Let her stand where she was.
The brain turns useful information into inspiration and gathers it together continuously.
A car stopped in front of her.
"Miss Mochizuki, do you want to come with us?" The young man with his right eye bandaged and his kite-colored left eye exposed opened the car window and asked.
Izayoi Mochizuki came back to his senses, looked at the surrounding situation, and nodded.
Went around to the other side and got in the car.
"Who are Master Tsushima and this young lady...?" He Xiang couldn't help but ask cautiously.
"We met once in the hospital."
"In a sense, they are the same kind..." Tsushima Shuji said hesitantly.
At least they are similar in terms of wanting to die.
"Why is Miss Mochizuki in the United States?" Shuji Tsushima asked as he looked at the girl getting into the car.
"New book..." The girl fell into a trance again.
"...Forget it." Tsushima Shuji sighed helplessly and turned his head.
Someone like Izayoi Mochizuki.
Don't care at all what others think.
In a sense, he is the complete opposite of Tsushima Shuji...
Wait...she doesn't care what other people think.
Did I ever care?
Tsushima Shuji fell into thinking.
He thought about what he had done, and it had nothing to do with caring about what others thought...
Shuji Tsushima: I’m really embarrassed when I think about it~
However, I always remember that I used to do a lot of things just to please other people.
But specifically...
Shuji Tsushima searched among a pile of memory fragments, but could not find any detailed memories.
There are only hazy memory fragments that cannot be seen clearly through a layer of fog.
Forget it, after so many years, it’s normal to forget.
[Right, Mr. System. ] He asked in his heart.
[The host will definitely remember it! ] The system, which had not bubbled up for a long time, encouraged.
[Yeah. ] The young man's inner thoughts were unclear.
The system dives silently again, without saying a word, as quiet as a chicken.
"Every time I come here, the welcome ceremony is grand." Miss Mochizuki said in a serious tone.
"...I think so too." Tsushima Shuji was stunned, as if he didn't expect her to take the initiative to speak.
"The last time I came, there was a bank robbery, and the last time someone held a terrorist parade..." Miss Mochizuki said calmly about each welcome ceremony.
"So I always come here when I want to find inspiration." She nodded affirmatively.
She deeply feels that America is her source of inspiration.
"...Miss Mochizuki is really a qualified writer."
"I have a friend who is also a writer, but his articles have not been published yet..." Shuji Tsushima said equally calmly.
"...I'll show you this." Miss Mochizuki handed Tsushima Shuji a book.
Shuji Tsushima put the book away and looked at the other party.
"I wrote it, but it hasn't been published yet. It's just a thank you gift." Miss Mochizuki said naturally.
"…Thank you then."
