Only 100 days left in life

Port afia building, top floor.

The neon lights in the darkness converged into a colorful ocean, and the tall and thin figure standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows looked down at the small crowd, and against the darkness in the house, he looked tall and straight and impersonal.

After looking at Yokohama for a moment, the owner of this room turned around and walked towards the corner of the room.

The most powerful man in the city, the incarnation of Port Afia, the leader whose reason absolutely suppresses emotions, is undoubtedly——

"Alice-chan~ How about changing into this dress, Alice-chan," Mori Ogai said flatteringly to the blonde girl hiding in the corner while holding a light yellow lace children's dress, "Just promise me once~ "

He was wearing a very formal windbreaker and a red scarf, but he coaxed the girl beside him softly, "Just this time, will you eat cake later, Alice?"

"Don't!" Alice, who was huddled in the corner, but was suddenly disturbed, avoided without hesitation, "Rintaro who doesn't turn on the light is an idiot!"

A blond-haired blue-eyed girl in a red dress ran around the room, "I won't wear it, I won't wear it! Rintaro hates—"

"Oh," Mori Ogai ran after her, "Alice, just listen to me once!"

"Boss," Zhong Yuan, who had just walked in from the direct elevator, paused in the face of this scene, "I'm sorry, I'm going out now."

Although he should get used to it, every time he sees such an impactful picture, he still feels uncomfortable.

Mori Ogai waved his hand.

He stopped chasing and threw the skirt in his hand aside.

The girl who had just stayed by the side puffed up her cheeks, and just disappeared out of thin air.

And Mori Ogai, who had recovered his smiling face, sat back at the table, crossed his hands, and looked at Nakahara Chuya, "Chuya-kun came to me to report something?"

"Well, yes," Nakahara Nakaya half-knelt down, "I'm here to report to you about meeting Shiratori Mariko."

He told all the process in detail, lowered his head, seemingly without reservation, waiting for Mori Ogai's order.

"Ah, so that's how it is," Mori Ogai raised his eyebrows unsurprisingly, "Then, Nakaya-kun, you don't have to tell me everything about getting along with Miss Shiratori in the future."

He smiled amusedly, "Tell me this kind of thing, it's actually a bit embarrassing for you, isn't it?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also shook his head.

"No," he whispered, his tone firm and sincere, "to me, nothing is more important than afia."

Mori Ogai waved his hand.

"Oh, it's just a casual chat," he said, "Don't be so serious, Chuya-kun. Have you finished? It's so late, so go back first."

Zhong Yuanzhong also nodded and stood up.

He hesitated, "Then, another thing I reported..."

"Ah, you mean about the fight?"

Mori Ogai smiled all over his face, "Where is Chuya-kun planning to fight?"

To be honest, Mori Ogai is actually quite interested.

After all, it must be interesting to the extent that even the top combat power of Afia can be ignited.

But thinking about the economic losses they would cause in the fight, Mori Ogai also rejected Nakahara Chuya's request to use the Afia's internal training ground, which was not worth the loss, and also gave up other thoughts that flashed in his heart, such as Advising Zhongyuan Zhongya to put the training venue on the roof of the Armed Detective Agency, and he is not far away to watch, such unreliable ideas...

"I think it's better to be at Mr. Zhongye's private training ground," he said meaningfully.

At the end of summer, even the air has a bit of unreconciled heat.

The birds on the branches hid in the dense leaves, enjoying the coolness through the interlaced shadows between the leaves.

Shiratori Mariko, who got up early and went out, stood under the tree and raised the brim of her hat to look at the rising sun.

Although she is not really interested in fighting, but because she is very interested in Chuya Zhongya's private training ground (it is said that the scenery is very good), she finally chose to go out with Fuheshier.

Fu Heisher next to him was flipping through the records on his mobile phone, looking for the address that was also sent by the Central Plains.

He is still wearing a black short-sleeved shirt today. It is obviously the largest size, and it looks like the smallest style on him. It stretches out obvious muscle lines, smooth and full of strength, which provokes the little ones passing by. The girls screamed and gasped and turned their heads.

And leaning against the tree, looking at Fuheshier who was typing slowly with his head down, Shiratori Mariko felt helpless.

It was a complete mistake for her to give up negotiating with Zhongyuan Zhongya with Fu Heisher before, and choosing to believe in his communication skills.

"Have you found it? How long will it take?" Shiratori Mariko pulled out a napkin and fanned herself, "Maybe we should go to a restaurant first..."

It feels a little silly to stand here.

Fuheshier raised his head and glanced at her.

"Are you tired?" he asked bluntly.

Thinking of his terrifying "Do you want me to hug you" when he went out a few days ago, Mariko Shiratori shook her head immediately.

"No," she said, "I just don't want to be here."

Shiratori Mariko found that every time she encountered herself saying something, Fuheshier would associate it with strange places.

His thinking always seems to be different from common-sense people, no, it's more like he deliberately skipped the possibility of common-sense people, and unfolded in a strange direction.

But Fu Heihui is completely different. I still remember that she was going out today, so she called ahead of time to take the dumplings to the dormitory, saying that she and the others would help her feed them temporarily.

Sure enough, has Fu Heihui's stability gone so far as to ignore his real age?

The day before yesterday and yesterday's training was also the same. After being beaten to such a terrible degree by Fu Heisher's own father, he still remembered to smile at her position as if to comfort her when he was off.

Although it's true that the jokes are good--but she is not so easily scared!

Fuguro Megumi's face was almost covered in blood, Shiratori Mariko had no other emotions other than panic at that time.

She has also completely forgotten what she was thinking at the time, probably something like "how miserable it is and still laughing", or "it's too scary not to hold back at all".

But Shiratori Mariko knows why Gojo Satoru gave Fuheisher to her.

This guy definitely has the idea of ​​"Let Fuheshier take one person's salary to do things for two people". down.

"After all, I paid the wages," Gojo Satoru said directly, "Not much, just a few days."

He smiled and said, "Come and help me train the students, otherwise I think it's not worth it to simply take away so many things~ Hui Jun is also included in the students, am I very considerate?"

He snapped his fingers, "Let me also show you Huizhen's strength."

Shiratori Mariko clearly remembered Fuhesher's expression at that time.

It was a [-]% disgusting ridicule, with a sentence similar to "Teach him like this, you still have the nerve to say it".

Then Fu Heisher beat up all the first and second graders including Fu Heihui, especially taking care of his son and Chanyuan Maki who was full of excitement and seemed unaware that he was a little excited.

"Is that all?" He didn't seem satisfied after the fight, "I'm really disappointed."

At that time, Shiratori Mariko was frightened by the fighting spirit rising from the students of the high school of magic.

Putting aside the messy memories, she casually took a photo of the small yellow flower supported by a slender pole in the grass, and sent it to the group.

Soon, Fu Heihui's reply came, which was concise and to the point.

[Fu Hei]: Are you going out?be safe.

Shiratori Mariko smiled.

【Shiratori Mariko】: Okay.

She put away her mobile phone, and at this moment, Fu Heisher also raised her head.

"Found it," he said, passing the news on to her. "I'm not familiar with this place."

Shiratori Mariko glanced at it.

Very good, it is a remote place that I have never heard of.

Without hesitation, she turned on the navigation system of her mobile phone, checked for a long time, and found that it would take at least an hour and a half to take the bus, with at least five bus changes in between, and this was the fastest route.

And the taxi fare is a high amount that she can never afford.

At this time, Shiratori Mariko had to be thankful that she went out early enough, Fuheshier and Nakahara Nakaya made an appointment at nine o'clock, and the time in between was enough to transfer to the past.

"...Ah, then there is no other way," she pulled up her hood a little, "let's go, let's take the bus."

Because it was going to such a remote place, all the way was by car, and there were many vacant seats, Shiratori Mariko slept all the way.

She woke up suddenly from the notification sound of the arrival at the previous station, only to find that she was leaning on Fu Heisher's shoulder.

Mariko Shiratori bounced subconsciously, and looked at her flattened face in a daze, and wiped the corner of her mouth.

Fortunately, there is no drooling, otherwise it would be too embarrassing.

Fu Heisher looked at her and raised his eyebrows.

"Let's go," he grabbed Shiratori Mariko's wrist and pulled her down.

Shiratori Mariko quickly followed.

After going through many uphill and downhill bumps, she and Fuheshier got off the bus and walked a small path before standing in front of an iron gate.

Shiratori Mariko yawned and looked at her phone, "It's half an hour early, let's walk around."

She rubbed the back of her neck slightly, "Is the housing price in Yokohama so expensive?"

Even Zhongyuan Zhong, who is bold in his actions and doesn't think about whether he is suspected of spending money like water, can only build a training ground here. How high is this?

Looking up, there is a piece of barren weeds around, swaying slightly, dotted with white and blue flowers like stars, hills and forests in the distance, full of greenery, full of natural atmosphere, the scenery is indeed Very chic.

But the driver of the bus said that there would be only one bus every half an hour, and there were no people in the area for ten miles, which made Shiratori Mariko regret that she didn't bring a water cup.

Shiratori Mariko sighed, pretending that there is indeed some wild fun here.

She looked around, "Let's go first"

The front door burst open.

Zhong Yuanzhong, who was wearing a black windbreaker, also clapped his hands and stood in front of them, "Huh? You guys came early."

He said, "Then come in first."

Shiratori Mariko stared dumbfounded at a large blank space covered by a wall and a helicopter parked above.

"This, this is..." She was a little overwhelmed, "Mr. Chuya, so you are not competing here?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also gave her a strange look.

"Go to my private island," he explained with a good temper. "It's too dangerous to fight in Yokohama and the leader will be unhappy. Didn't Mr. Fuhei tell you?"

Didn't he tell Fuhesher about this last time?

Hearing this, Shiratori Mariko glared at Fuheshier who was standing by her side as if nothing had happened.

Fu Heisher twitched the corner of his mouth.

He said lazily, "Oh, I forgot."