Uchiha's superpowers

My travel plans were canceled before they even started.

Although a bit sudden, it is true.

The day after I calmed down and took a rest in the hotel for a day, recharging my spirits and making a travel plan, Polpo died the next day.

It seems that because I can share the five senses with Diablo, and can communicate directly with him, Diablo, who doesn't like to show his true face, happily becomes more and more autistic, and he doesn't even let me hand over the right to use his body. Directly let me log in to his private email account to handle the work. The specific method is that Diablo read the intelligence information transmitted from all over Italy through my perspective, and then he decides how to deal with it, and then let me draft it word by word. Mail is sent.

While checking emails on a routine basis, Diablo received such news that was enough to cause turmoil throughout southern Italy.

Government agencies, commerce, logistics, communications, heavy industry... Mafia organizations have infiltrated all aspects of Italy with enthusiasm. The police are more reliable.

Of course, there are more than one cadres in the enthusiastic organization that has such a huge force and can even be called the behind-the-scenes emperor manipulating Italy. Everyone has their own jurisdiction and responsibilities, but even among so many cadres, Bo Erpo's position is also very important.

Because he holds the important cornerstone that made the enthusiasm organization develop to this point-the existence called [Arrow].

Objects shaped like arrows made of meteorites that fell on the earth from outer space carry unknown deadly viruses. Once scratched by [arrows], most ordinary people will suffer painful deaths from being infected with deadly viruses, but there are also A small number of strong people are stimulated with life energy in this process, awaken their substitutes, and become substitute messengers.

As a cadre in the Passion Organization responsible for screening newcomers, Polpo will test the newcomers who want to join the Passion Organization, either have a strong sense of responsibility or talent, complete the tasks he assigned perfectly, or survive the test of the arrow, Become a stand-in messenger, otherwise it will be a dead end.

Although it sounds cruel, it is precisely because of this that there are no waste among those who can pass Polpo's test and become a member of the Zealous Group.

Although the manpower is small, it is easy to manage and powerful. This is how [Enthusiasm] ascended to the throne of the number one gang in Italy.

Now, Polpo who holds the [arrow] is dead, but the guards in the prison say that he died by suicide. There is obviously something weird in this matter, but Diablo doesn't have the heart to investigate Polpo's death The mystery hidden in the book, his mind is being involved in another matter, restless,

'Need to recover the [arrow]. "Diablo said this, his tone a little dignified, "and then a cadre must be re-promoted as soon as possible to stabilize the situation in southern Italy. '

Polpo's role is not only to screen new people to inject new blood into the organization, he is also the highest cadre in the entire southern Italian region, and all Diablo's orders will be issued to each team through him. It can be said that he is passionate about the organization in southern Italy. mind.

Now that the mind is dead, the body is naturally paralyzed.

It had only been a few hours since Polpo's death, and one after another emails had already been sent to Diablo's mailbox, all of which were reports to Diablo from cadres in charge of different fields in the southern region.

Ambitious hyenas were already coveting the vacant seat vacated by Polbo, and even the air seemed to be filled with restlessness.

[Should I replace you? ] I asked.

'No. ' Diablo said very resolutely. After he found out that he could communicate with me freely, he seemed to have made up his mind to hide in his body for the rest of his life.

In a sense, this is a good thing for me. After all, I have a body so I can use superpowers to try to find a solution to the current separation of body and soul, and maintain the activity of my body by the way, so as not to wait for me to return to myself In the body, he faced a tragic situation where even the internal organs were rotting away.

'I'll arrange another cadre to take over Polpo's job... Speranza, go and help me get the arrow back. '

[What about the Bugarati team? ] I asked, [Is it okay to let them know where the arrow is? ]

In order to protect me, Bugarati assigned tasks to everyone in the team and followed me in turn according to the time period, so basically I couldn't hide what I was going to do from them.

After all, according to Diablo's description, [Arrow] is a very important thing, so it seems not good to let others know the trend of this kind of thing casually.

'No problem, people who can become stand-in messengers already know the existence of [Arrow], Speranza, you can just tell them directly and frankly. ' Diablo said, he paused, and then said in an inexplicable tone, 'Besides, I have more important tasks for them to do next. '

I was not interested in what Diablo was going to do, I just nodded after getting an affirmative answer, and regretfully crossed out the first page of the travel plan.

Let's make arrangements after helping Diablo get back the arrow.

I thought so.

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The next day, Bugarati introduced us to a newcomer.

"Giorno Giobana will join us from today and become a member of this team." Bugarati said, "He is also a stand-in messenger."

And I stared blankly at the blond boy with a pair of beautiful emerald green eyes, and sighed deeply in my heart.

It's you, black car driver.

Giorno looked at me calmly, as if he didn't recognize that I was the unlucky ghost whose suitcase was stolen by him, and introduced himself very calmly, "I am Giorno Giovanna, from now on please Take care."

Fugo and Naranja, who were noisy, stopped, and Apache, who was listening to the music, and Mista, who was eating strawberry cake, also temporarily put down their movements, and turned their heads to look at Giorno.

The whole box was silent for a moment.

Then they turned their heads back as if nothing had happened, each doing their own thing, as if ignoring the existence of Giorno.

Just at this time, Buccarati, who brought Gioruno to join the team, was called away by a phone call, leaving Gioruno alone to face four members who obviously did not welcome his arrival.

Giorno looked around, observed for a while, and sat next to me, who was still relatively young, who seemed to be looking at him curiously.

"Little friend, why are you with them?" He asked politely and softly.

I'm sure now that the black car driver really didn't recognize me.

Although my body has not become so small when I got into his taxi, my appearance features are quite obvious, and Giorno didn't recognize me, which surprised me a little.

Looks like Bugarati hasn't had time to tell him that the suitcase is mine.

[Compared to this, shouldn't you apologize to me? ] I said, [The thief who stole my suitcase. ]

He was obviously taken aback for a moment, and after looking at me carefully again, there was a look of surprise on his face.

Apaki snorted, "Is this the guy who stole your suitcase?" He obviously didn't like Gioruno's calm and indifferent appearance, and took the opportunity to sarcastically say, "A scum who deceives even children, really I don't know how Bucciarati let you join us."

Giorno said, "No, when I saw him, he looked about eleven or twelve years old."

He looked at me inquiringly and asked, "How did you do that?"

[What you can do, why can't I do it. ] I tilted my head and said.

Speaking of which, I haven't had time to tell Bugarati that Diablo asked me to take back the [Arrow].

I sat on the dining chair, dangling my legs that couldn't reach the ground, thinking.

He went to pick up the newcomer early in the morning, and received a call immediately after he came back. There was no time for me to talk to him.

but.

It won't be long before Bucciarati will know about Borbo's death.

After hearing what I said, Fugo turned his head and asked in surprise, "You are also a stand-in messenger."

He understood me right away.

"That's right. After all, he is the son of the BOSS. It's not a big deal to have a double, but it's amazing to be able to awaken a double at such a young age." Fuge thought for a while and said.

He seemed unwilling to delve into anything related to Diablo. Fugo, who knew the fate of those who had investigated Diablo, was bound by the shackles of [Fear], quietly and dutifully obeying the organization's rules. The rules, never step wrong.

Giorno analyzed, "No, his stand-in ability can change the age of his appearance. In this way, he may not be a child at all."

The moment Giorno said this, I felt the probing gazes of the other five people in the box.

'It even let them know the ability of your substitute. 'Diablo's tone was a little cold, and I could feel the killing intent hidden in his words.

[Isn't this just what you want, Diablo? ] I said, [If you want me to stand in front of you, you have to make me more visible. ]

[The ability to go back in time, if even you are moved by it, it should be considered rare. ]

Diablo, who has been used to concealing his information for a long time, was startled, and cleared his mind, "Speranza, you are right, I forgot it for a while.Then let them guess. '

I don't think it matters, but if I have to continue to act with the Bugarati team in the future, I have been used to using super powers for a long time. I can't hide myself, so I might as well tell them clearly from the beginning.

[My stand-in ability is back in time. ] So I started to make things up without changing my face, [As the name suggests, it is the ability to go back in time of things, just like what Giorno said, my age is not as young as it seems, this is just to accompany the crane It's the appearance that I deliberately look back, after all, children should play with children. ]

They were all taken aback.

Nalanga subconsciously blurted out, "So, Speranza, your real body is a middle-aged uncle in his 40s or [-]s?"

I:……

I originally wanted to refute, but thinking about it, Diablo couldn't help but fell silent again.

Naranja seems to be right.