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For some capitalists, this is a living money tree.
Victory is guaranteed in battle; it's faster money than printing money.
Those mere outsiders who dare to block their path to wealth are truly doomed without even knowing how they died.
So no matter how you look at it, it's not worth it.
Just refuse outright and get it over with.
However, considering their past relationship, Yato didn't mind recommending two reliable contestants to Haruno. As for whether they could reach an agreement, that was none of his business.
"Speaking of which, summer vacation is almost over? Time really flies."
Lying in bed, I recalled what Hiratsuka Shizuka had said before.
Yato's gaze was unfocused.
Am I a senior in high school? I wonder how much better I'll become before graduation?
...Well, in the end, he couldn't escape the mindset of a duelist.
Chapter 8
In the underworld, some yakuza organizations are deeply wary of Minato Ward in Tokyo, considering it the most dangerous and inaccessible area in Japan.
The prosperity there is captivating, but the air is also thick with unseen danger.
With dozens of embassies and other forces intertwined, the power of individuals was diminished to the extreme, while the power of organizations was amplified to the extreme.
This is one of the vortexes of power, where only the rock will not be crushed.
no doubt.
The Dragon Ball team is a rock.
It's quite durable.
Despite its relatively short history, it stands at the pinnacle of many yakuza organizations because of its exceptionally capable leader.
Even with the rise of high-tech companies in recent years, conglomerates have gained increasing dominance over the domestic market through international expansion, making life extremely difficult for yakuza members.
However, the Dragon Ball team remained steadfast, stubbornly guarding their own territory and managing it like an ironclad fortress, leaving many people in awe.
But today, a small ripple appeared in the relatively peaceful days of the Dragon Ball team.
There is a private property not far from Zojoji Temple.
Backed by Shiba Park, with its lush greenery, cherry blossoms, and ancient brick-paved paths, at the end of which sits a quaint old mansion.
If it appears in a comic book, there should be a line of small text next to it—
"Dragon Ball Team Headquarters".
There is a lake in the backyard of the mansion.
A man with graying temples, wearing a cloak, sat on the shore fishing.
At the same time, he was quietly listening to his confidants' reports.
"...In other words, that good-for-nothing not only messed up the plate that had been painstakingly set up, but also lost his life."
As he spoke, he moved his fishing rod.
A blue carp fell into the bucket at his feet before it could react.
Without him even lifting a finger, the hook detached from the fish and returned to the water, waiting for its next prey.
...Yes, the fishhook never went through the fish's mouth.
It's as if the fishhook has become a human hand; as long as you touch it, you can grab it and catch it.
What incredible fishing skills!
"Aren't you going to take a look?"
The confidant hesitated for a moment before asking.
"What's there to see in a corpse?" The man... Jubei from Dragon Ball snorted lightly, "If I really go to see it, will I even be able to eat dinner tonight? The Dragon Ball family actually disembowels people, I wonder where that kid's martial arts skills have gone? Does he really think that just because he has money and a gun, no one can kill him?"
"Many people in the group are very angry after hearing about this and want to find the other party to clear their name. What do you think should be done about this?"
The trusted confidant cautiously probed.
"Well, he is my older brother's son after all. Back when my older brother was still alive, he was very popular in the group. But his father is his father, and he has nothing to do with this young upstart."
Jubei from Dragon Ball smiled, his eyes narrowed into slits, making him look no different from an ordinary middle-aged or elderly person.
"What wash away the shame? That's all just for show."
"Go and tell them. No one needs to lift a finger."
"……Yes."
Although he really wanted to ask why, his trusted confidant knew the boss's inherent toughness and immediately nodded in agreement.
"in addition."
Jubei from Dragon Ball suddenly changed the subject.
His pupils suddenly emitted a terrifying light.
Like a candle in the dark, seemingly bright, yet filled with a chilling coldness.
"Place an order with the Wu family, offering a bounty on the killer's life. Go now."
"...?!"
The confidant was startled upon hearing this.
He hurriedly retreated.
“What era are we living in? Who would gather people to fight back when their own people are killed? Isn’t that just giving those outsiders a handle to use against them?” Dragon Ball Jubei sighed. “He doesn’t know how to use resources at all. My precious daughter is so smart. She stays at school and does nothing. Little does she know that not doing anything means she won’t make mistakes. Even if she has to do something, she should let someone else do it.”
That's right, the killer was Wu's clan. What does that have to do with the Dragon Ball team?
"However... I don't know how much longer I have to endure these days before a breakthrough can be achieved."
Jubei from Dragon Ball had a somber face, his heart filled with gloom.
The Dragon Ball team has reached a point where it can neither retreat nor advance.
If they are not careful, they will be attacked from all sides and their forces will be divided and disintegrated.
There can be no flaws whatsoever.
But there are some things that you just can't do.
This is the current situation he faces.
"Fighting? If I still had the energy I had back then, perhaps this would be a good way to break the deadlock, but now..."
Looking at the fishing rod in his hand, which had been unknowingly destroyed and turned into tiny, sand-like fragments that he could no longer hold, Jubei smiled bitterly. He lost all interest in fishing, turned around, and leisurely left the shore with his hands behind his back.
……
black.
It is the main color scheme of the private Shuchiin Academy high school.
Regardless of gender, all students wear black uniforms.
They looked like a flock of scavenging crows.
This might be a bit much for a cute girl, but in reality, the vast majority of students at this school come from upper-class families in the political and business worlds; they are true princes and princesses.
Beneath that youthful appearance lies a flexible approach to handling situations.
Elites and geniuses are commonplace.
The level of competition is unmatched by other schools.
With the end of spring break and the arrival of another cohort of new students, the campus, filled with Victorian architecture, has become bustling with activity again after a long absence.
But all of this has nothing to do with Yato.
With his strong physique, he managed to squeeze to the front of the large notice board and found his name and class in the class assignment list.
Then turn around and leave.
Others were angry but dared not speak out.
—Class 3A
Yato walked into the classroom and randomly found a seat by the window.
It doesn't matter if it's the second to last seat, as long as I can get some sunlight.
The benefits of sunlight to the human body are self-evident.
From boosting immunity and promoting metabolism to bone formation, he can go a day without exercise, but he feels uncomfortable if he doesn't get any sun.
He's practically like a Kryptonian.
"Hey, Igarashi, it's been a while, you seem to have gotten even stronger."
Someone suddenly tapped him on the shoulder.
In other words, Yato was already very familiar with the other person's voice and had a very deep grasp of his fighting instincts; otherwise, the guy who greeted him would have been in trouble.
Yato opened his right eye and glanced at the other person.
"Spring break has passed, and your dark circles are still not gone, Silver."
"You don't understand."
Shirogane Miyuki simply sat down in front of him, a victorious smile on his lips.
"So-called holidays are actually preparation periods."
Chapter 9
"You have to face the challenges of working, resist the temptation of sleep, and maintain a strong fighting spirit even when you can't see any competitors around you! The satisfaction brought by such a fulfilling life, as well as the rewards that are coming, will become nourishment for your body and mind."
Shirogane Miyuki clenched his fists, his fighting spirit soaring.
His eyes, though heavily circled with dark circles, shone brightly.
"So, Igarashi, would you like to come with me?"
"...No, I'm busy enough as it is."
Yato waved his hand dismissively.
"Besides, my learning efficiency isn't as low as yours. I don't need to waste too much time on unnecessary things. If it's exercise, that's another story. But if you ask me, you should take better care of your health."
"You must not have looked in a mirror before you came out, right? Your face looks like a vampire who hasn't drunk blood for a month. It's a wonder you weren't noticed by Yui Kotegawa before you walked into the classroom."
"Ugh!"
To suffer a blow in an unexpected place.
Shirogane Miyuki's expression froze.
"Is it really that bad?"
He looked around, trying to glean some information from the reactions of others.
However, it's clear that not many people care about his minor role.
Unlike the original timeline, Miyuki Shirogane in this world did not successfully run for student council president.
The position of president was taken by someone who was also from a mixed-age group.
She's a girl.
The name is—
"Oh my gosh! Igarashi, long time no see! It's great to be in the same class again. I was worried that if I didn't know anyone, I might be seen as a pervert if I suddenly struck up a conversation with them."
Suddenly, a confident voice rang out.