[True luck] My young taming is too lax!

It's another spring day of the year.

In a courtyard in Kyoto, everyone was busy early in the morning. On April 4th, before the routine headquarters meeting, today was extremely lively.

When Sanada arrived at the gate of the headquarters, there were already many people in the yard.Some glanced at him, concealing their disdain and ridicule, and passed by without saying a word.It has been half a year since he transferred to the headquarters of the largest organization in Japan. The "Tiger of Kai", which was once famous for the incident of the Baichuan group, is now a big cat with its nails pulled out. This kind of saying is already well known that's it.

"Hey, Tiger, do you still have the face to come to the meeting?"

"Such a big branch can make you spoil like this. Baichuan's second generation and his daughter are really blind."

"Come on, don't say a few words, those two are buried in the ground!"

"Why, how majestic was Baichuan when the 'young master' was still there?"

"You don't want to die? You can also mention 'Master'?"

Sanada walks by silently and doesn't know what to do. Although these rumors have been heard in the past six months, he is quick and sincere in his work. Although there are still people who are dissatisfied with him for destroying a branch, most of them focus on his style of work. Criticism, not ability to work.

Since he left Baichuan, the branch that the fourth generation took over has plummeted.The headquarters still transferred him to the post in Kyoto for the sake of the third generation of his branch. Basically, he was in a state of retirement in advance. Therefore, although some people made fun of him, few dared to really provoke him.

Many people don't understand that this tiger must have someone above him when it's so mixed up.But who that backer is is anyone's guess.

Before the regular meeting approached, everyone began to feel anxious.I heard that Nidaimu's son who has been overseas for many years has returned to China, and today is the first time I meet everyone.Nidaimu has been talking about it for many years, and all the old people who follow him know the existence of such a son, but no one has ever seen him, not even a photo.

Some people think that maybe the second generation did this to protect their son, just like Baichuan's second generation protected the famous "young master". Up to now, except for those subordinate hall masters, no one remembers him true face.But now after the Baichuan incident, those who should retreat should retreat, and those who should leave, those who know the rest can count on one hand.

He neither has a title in the group nor has any photos leaked out. Maybe even if they saw the "young master" on the road, no one would recognize him.This is the biggest secret task.

Thinking this way, they don't know what position the son of the second generation will take when he comes back.After all, if you want to talk about Ruotou, it really does not conform to the actual relationship between parents and children...

As time approached, both sides of the main hall of the regular meeting were filled with leaders of the Kyoto branch. Sanada was sitting near the porch, and heard footsteps.

He lowered his head, his eyes widened.

That voice was all too familiar to him.

As if dancing briskly, stepping on the wooden floor "da da da", the visitor must be wearing a pair of custom-made calfskin shoes... He should look like a young man in a western suit, with a slender figure and extremely beautiful appearance up.

He should have purple curly hair, bewitching eyes, his waist is full of grip, slender legs like elves, and soft hands like sirens.

What should I call him?Ah City?Ashe?Or has he changed his name now?

He used to be the "young master" of the Baichuan group, and later became the "madame", and this time he became the "second-generation son of the headquarters who studied abroad"... Which one is the real one?

Sanada lowered his head and stared at the floor, and the feet that walked in front of him didn't stop at all, as if he didn't see the person standing by the door at all.That person walked to the front of the main hall following a middle-aged man with strong feet, and sat down on the futon obediently and gracefully.

"Father unexpectedly gave me such a big surprise without saying a word, and made you uncles wait for a long time." The young man's gentle and cold voice came from above his head, and he seemed to have an aura that made people dare not look up. They are all old people too, even if they glanced at the young man, they all looked away in amazement.

The second generation is just handsome, how did he give birth to such a beautiful son, how beautiful his biological mother is...

"I lived abroad with my mother since I was a child. She is free and a little willful, and always asks me to accompany me. This time, my father finally brought me back. It can be regarded as seeing all the uncles." He smiled and quickly After driving away the chill on his face, he was very kind, "Everyone who has worked hard for so many years, my father is not such a considerate person, so I would like to thank him first."

"Jingshi." The man beside him sighed helplessly, turned his head and said with a smile to his right-hand man, "He is a scholar who doesn't live here on weekdays, so try not to have anything to do with us."

Seeing his subordinates soften their expressions and look at his son, the second generation also felt a little relaxed, "Jingshi, didn't you bring a souvenir?"

"Exactly." The young man beckoned the servant to bring it in, and on the tray was a gift box for each person, "This is the makeup product I entrusted my female friend to pick out, and it's all from overseas. My uncle brought it back for my wife and daughter. Do it all on my own. Alcohol and tobacco are not active, they are all at the door, so I won’t send them in, everyone, don’t forget to take them back before you leave, and don’t treat yourself badly.”

Everyone laughed and expressed their appreciation for the young master's thoughtfulness.

"We don't have Ruotou, and everything in the group is as usual. This kid won't do anything for me, so let's just meet him in the future, and don't bother him if he has nothing to do." The middle-aged man said solemnly, his eyes swept over the people sitting in the hall, " Portraits, photos, texts and rumors, once I find out, don’t blame the old man for his disregard of feelings.”

Hearing everyone's response, he returned to his gentle smile, "Jingshi is going to study at the University of Fine Arts in a few days, I'm trying to find a bodyguard for him, do you have any recommendations?"

Without waiting for everyone to reply, the young man who was listening quietly spoke out first, "Father, how can ordinary people go to school without guards?"

"Then at least find someone to take care of you in the villa."

"I'm used to living alone, let alone a servant."

"Tokyo is too far away, don't worry me."

The boy looked at his father's graying hair, and sighed, "Then at least I'll find it myself?" He patted the man's arm, and turned his head to scan the people in the room comfortingly.These hall masters all brought their assistants or nephews, who were about the same age as themselves, presumably their father had notified them long ago to bring them over to see them.He looked over one by one, either his face was flushed, or he didn't dare to look directly at himself.

How could such a person entrust his safety?

He sneered in his heart, and a shadow appeared in his mind.

If he guessed correctly, that person should be in Kyoto. Does his current status qualify him to sit here?He looked back slowly, and there was a figure blocked by the crowd.

He smiled, stood up and walked back as if observing.Pretentiously watching a row, finally stopped at the door.

"Look up, why are you so afraid of me?"

The toe of his leather shoe was still pointing in front of the man in dark clothes, but this time he didn't wantonly step on Sanada's knee.

Sanada slowly raised his head.

"So young, what position?"

A man beside him answered, "Young master, please think about others, this person is not right."

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"This...he..."

The man didn't know whether he should say those words in front of this young master, he always felt it was too offensive.

"As long as Jingshi likes it, it doesn't matter what his position is." The second generation in front of him said, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with his son's choice. Although the rumors were so, he had always been very accurate in judging people. I'm afraid this guy can still be better at it than those other young people.

"Sanada, come here."

Sanada replied in a low voice, got up and followed the young man, walked forward and sat upright.

"If you do well, I can ignore Baichuan's incident, and I can assign you a suitable position according to the situation." The man observed his facial features. It was because of this person's temperament that caused the disaster, "You are only in your 20s, it would be a pity if you are so exhausted. 'Master' appreciates you."

He glanced faintly at his son.

"From now on, you will follow Jingshi, put down all the work in the group, and someone will take over."

He stared meaningfully at Sanada's face, "Everything starts with Seichi."

"You are basically transferred out of the core department like this, are you willing?"

After Sanada followed the boy into the room, the man finally spoke out.

Just like the first conversation with this young man three years ago, firstly, he unbuttoned his vest to reveal his thin waist. The young man fell on his back on the couch and breathed out a sigh of relief, "Why, there is nothing I want to ask?"

Sanada was still kneeling at his feet, with his head down, wondering what he was thinking.

"If you don't have anything to ask, I'll ask." The young man smiled and looked at him sideways with his face propped on one hand, "What's your real name?"

Sanada raised his head sharply.

"Do you think it's strange? Why would I know?" The young man squinted his eyes. "I entered Baichuan at the age of 11 and worked as an intelligence officer for three years. I tricked the traitors into killing the godfather, quelled the turmoil, and supported you in the position. Do you think , why is the name 'Master' so resounding?"

Sanada stared firmly into the boy's eyes.

"Sanada, Genjiro. You have the same name as Nobushige Sanada, the famous general of the Sengoku period. This is where your title 'Tiger of Kai' comes from, right? I looked it up with a little bit of interest, but I found some amazing information."

The boy sat up and leaned against the backrest, stretching his legs to Sanada's knees.

"How did you know that person from a small town in the north?" He leaned close to Sanada's ear, whispered a name, and saw that the other person's eyes widened and trembling with satisfaction.

"You found out half a year ago, right? That little police officer doesn't look like him at all. If he hadn't been called by his name, he would never have guessed that it was his son." The boy slowly got up and squatted in front of Sanada. Next, "Why are they looking for my traces, what is my relationship with him, how did he die, do you want to know?"

Sanada nodded.

"Equivalent exchange, you have to answer my question first." The boy was very close to him, and the corner of his mouth curled up like a devil's smile.

Sanada was cornered, and he finally discovered that it was impossible to keep any secrets in front of this person.

"My name is Genichiro Sanada." He lowered his head and said in a low voice, "Orphan, I met him in my hometown, and after traveling to Kanto and saw him again, he took care of me as a younger brother."

"You're lying." The young man interrupted him in a soft voice, "Don't try to lie to me, Genichiro."

Sanada pursed her lips, "I didn't lie."

"When did you see him in Kanto?"

"14 is old."

The teenager's brain was running fast, he was 14 years old, and he was 8 years old at that time... "Continue."

"I lived with him in the old apartment. Because I didn't go to school, I could only work as a coolie to earn money, while he had his own job to support the two of us. He told me that there was a son who was younger than me in his hometown. .” Sanada paused, looked up at the boy, “That’s the name of the little police officer.”

Some fragments flashed in the boy's mind, which were memories that he tried to forget but couldn't erase.

"...Ashi, you are a little younger than my son, and I don't know what he looks like now." The gentle young man hugged himself like a child, "I may treat you as my son." If you do, would you mind?"

do i mindThe little boy shook his head and hugged the man's waist tightly.Anyway, I don't have a father, the only godfather is a beast...

If only you were my father.

"...Then one day he told me that he was leaving here, left me money and identity and disappeared." Sanada whispered, the boy was pulled back by his voice, "I work as a temporary worker to support myself, four Years later, I learned of his death."

"That day, I don't know who sent his body to the door of the old apartment where we used to live."

Sanada will always remember that his sky seemed to be falling down.

The boy clenched his fists.

"After that, I searched for his experience and found the Baichuan Group, starting from the bottom. Later, when I was 20 years old, I met you."

"That's what I didn't tell you."

There was a long silence in the room, Sanada stared at the boy's face covered by his forehead, trying to see his expression clearly, "Now please tell me, you and him are..."

"Nothing to do with you."

Sanada paused and looked at him incredulously, "You promised me an equal exchange!"

"What you said is not equivalent to my secret." The young man looked at him coldly, "What can I get in exchange for this? You idiot."

Sanada felt angry, "I thought you were different to me..."

"Stop dreaming." The boy sneered, "You're not a good thing if you don't even tell me your real name."

"Then you didn't tell me!"

"I told you." The boy gave him a sideways glance. "Half a year ago, I told you my real name and the biggest secret of my life."

He got up and went back to the couch to lie down, with his back turned to Sanada, "It's a pity that you are an idiot, and you will never learn to distinguish truth from lies."

Sanada was stunned, carefully pondering the meaning of his words, "Your name is Yukimura Seichi..." And, you killed a person.Something seemed to light up in his mind suddenly, and then all the mysteries were connected together.

"He died in the Baichuan group four years ago. At that time, you had already become the 'young master' and was in charge of collecting information. The second generation of Baichuan didn't know that you had killed someone..."

A complete picture gradually formed in his mind, and the truth of the story was too cruel for him to believe.

"Ashi..." Did you kill him?

Sanada's eyes widened, and he kneeled to the side of the couch almost pleadingly, "Ashi, Ashi, tell me this is not true..."

How can you kill someone?You are so clean, your fingers should hold the paintbrush, not the knife.In a trance, his first reaction was not to avenge that person, but to feel sad for the boy's dirty hands.

"why……"

"Why?" The person with his back turned muffled in the pillow, "I've already told you the reason."

Sanada searched in his mind in a trance. On that night half a year ago, the boy said gloomily in the bed——

Do you know why I must have the godfather die?

... Sanada stretched out his hand in a daze, and the boy's shoulders under his palm were trembling.

"That's why I hate the police officer the most. Do you know his identity?" The boy's voice was weak, and Sanada moved closer.

"I have known him since I joined the group. He has a gentle personality, good health, and strong martial arts. He is my most desirable goal. He takes care of me like a son, and I rely on him like I admire my brother." The young man laughed , "If there are any pure feelings, I can't survive there. Ever since I saw the execution process of the godfather, I am no longer the child like the 'angel' in his mouth."

"When I was in the arms of the godfather that year, I didn't understand human affairs, but when I went back to the room and saw the traces on my body, I learned the correct values ​​from him. It's ridiculous, and he said it too late. From After that, I started to run away from my godfather. The disappearance of several months allowed me to be free. In the next year, my intelligence network found my father and also learned the culprit of the separation when I was a child. When I went back to the group , He was being scolded by the godfather, and only then did I know that because he was too close to me, the godfather had already moved to kill him."

"I tried my best to use my contacts to arrange a safe way out for him, but the information returned to me showed that he actually had the title of a police officer."

The boy took a deep breath, and his voice became cold, "If this news is reported, he will definitely die. And this is what I have been doing for three years. Why should I hesitate? Why should I protect him? He From the beginning, everything in front of me was fake."

"I confronted him and he didn't deny it."

"How much I envy his son, who is loved so deeply, and your existence is well protected by him. I didn't know it until he was dying. Only I have never received real love, whether it is wearing The godfather of the mask, or the undercover agent who disguises his identity."

"His blood flowed down the palm of my hand to the ground. In my villa, in the garden where we usually drink afternoon tea. I didn't hesitate at all. People are going to die from the day they are born. If you keep him alive, the future He will die even worse. I was very calm, listened to all he had to say, washed his body and put on clean clothes, and sent him to the door of the address I mentioned. I am only 13 years old, but I am as steady as if It's not the first time to do it."

"This is me, the real me."

"My biological father is the second generation of Japan's No. [-] organization. My biological mother has long since disappeared. I was designed and sold to the underground black market from birth. The godfather who pretended to be a benefactor bought me. I was sent abroad to grow up secretly. Learn all the skills and knowledge that children should not know. My nickname is given by my godfather, and my surname is inherited from my biological mother after I found my father. Every drop of my blood and every bone is rooted in this sun-kissed place. to the place."

"That idiot, he only wanted to save me, but he didn't know that I had already rotted in this black world."

The boy's voice gradually had a self-deprecating smile, and Sanada couldn't help closing his eyes.

"I know one more thing." The boy turned around and looked Sanada straight in the eyes, "Even though I've told all the truth, Genichiro, you're still lying."

Sanada finally froze his body.

"What I have to do now is to fulfill his dying wish."

The boy raised the corner of his mouth, stretched out his hand and grabbed Sanada's neck fiercely.There was deep hatred in his eyes, but his fingers were so slender that they seemed to have no strength.

"If I see you one day, I will let you live."

-

There is such a name circulating in the Kanto world, "Young Master".

Many people have heard of his deeds. He entered Baichuan at the age of 11 and captured countless traitors in four years. His intelligence network surpassed the Kanto region, and even the headquarters in Kansai Kyoto was three points of courtesy.

But such a person has no title in any organization.

He is like a cloud, a bird, which only stays for a short time at certain times, and then suddenly disappears without a trace.

It has been more than three years since "Master" disappeared in Japan.During this period, the second generation in Kyoto welcomed back the son who had studied abroad, and the Baichuan group split and merged. The name disappeared and was replaced by a new branch in Kanagawa.

Three years ago, Sanada made a big or small mistake under the hands of the second generation's son. He was expelled and became an ordinary person. He returned to his old apartment and continued to work as a temporary worker.

His mission failed and his identity was removed, so he never contacted anyone and never saw Ah Shi again.

It's late to leave work from the bookstore, and the lights are on, and the gradually westernized street scene always reminds Sanada of the boy who likes to wear western clothes.He vaguely always wanted to try to get close to that person's heart, so he learned Western painting with the convenience of part-time job, and successfully found a job in a bookstore.A group of college students on bicycles passed by, laughing loudly and discussing the names of western writers. They should be the same age as Ah Shi, but they looked much more childish than that person.

A few punks walked past him.

"Have you heard, it seems that 'Master' is back."

"I also know that there seems to be an intelligence office. If you have a commission, leave a note at the bottom of the bridge hole marked with snowflakes in the port, and you will receive a reply within a day."

Sanada stopped where he was, and the gangsters behind him walked further and further away.He took a step, quickened his pace, and even strode into a run.

The night wind blew his temples away, and he was so anxious that he fell while going down the stairs by the bridge.

Under the empty bridge hole, he opened his eyes wide and looked for the snowflake mark.

No, it's too dark to see clearly.

He walked around several times in vain, and finally sat on the ground with his head in his arms.

"Stupid, do you believe such an obvious lie? It hasn't changed at all."

A voice came from behind him and overhead.

It was a voice as clear as an "angel".

Sanada turned his head slowly. The thin man was still in the familiar slim suit. He had grown a little taller, and his facial features had faded from the sexiness of his youthful youth, and his cheeks carried the cleanliness of an adult man.

Behind him is the boundless sea.

"I have graduated from university, and I want to open a gallery here." The young man walked a few steps away, left the shadow under the bridge, and stood in the moonlight.

The starry sky covered his head, and the moonlight shone on his face.

"Everything is ready, only one clerk is missing."

Sanada stared at him blankly.

"Food and lodging are included, there is no salary. But the clerk can watch me draw, give me a massage, and housekeeper for me." He tilted his head, as if going back in time, with a lovely smile like a crescent moon on his face.

"How do you feel?"

-end-