Chūya was very angry. This was a very scary thing. Looking up at the bright moon and facing the cool and endless sea, Chūya was silent for a long time. He asked Tsunayoshi, "Can you swim?"

What？

Mr. Chūya, please don't bully my hearing. Mr. Chūya, are you the devil?

Was Boston reincarnated?

He loved the mainland. Thank you. He was a human living on the mainland. Thank you.

"Mr. Chūya, can I ask what you want to do first?" Tsunayoshi asked uncertainly. Please don't let it be what he thought.

"Our Port Mafia often delivers goods by sea. Although no one can take the goods away from the Port Mafia, there are always some small fights." Chūya patiently explained to Tsunayoshi.

"Sometimes the boat will capsize, and if there is not enough help, you will need to swim back to the shore."

"So that's how it is."

Tsunayoshi suddenly understood. But how could a small fight capsize? Mr. Chūya, your choice of words is very imprecise.

Although Tsunayoshi will be slapped in the face by her thoughts at this moment in the near future, it's just a boat capsizing, isn't it just a small matter?

Chūya propped his hands on the front of the car and sat cross-legged with his feet off the ground. He looked into the distance and shrugged. "It's okay. In fact, as long as no one commits suicide, it's quite easy."

"Suicide?" Tsunayoshi repeated doubtfully. "Do you think you can't go back alive, so you kill yourself?"

"No."

Chūya thought of his former partner who had to die in the middle of every mission and gritted his teeth. "It's just pure laziness. The enemy will be very happy to see people who commit suicide because they can save bullets and manpower to deal with a piece of trash."

So that's how it is. Tsunayoshi was delighted. There was such a way to be lazy.

Chūya then said fiercely, "But generally, after the mission, I will beat the bastard who interfered with the mission and make him lie in the ICU with his favorite bandage for a few days."

…

"So that's how it is." Tsunayoshi smiled to show that he understood. He immediately gave up on this strange method of slacking off.

"So, do you know how to swim?" Chūya looked at Tsunayoshi and brought the topic back to the original point.

"No," Tsunayoshi answered honestly. Therefore, please do not let him go out to sea.

"I think so too." Chūya wasn't surprised and accepted it calmly. "You will become stronger."

His former partner, Osamu Dazai, who was incompetent in physical skills, loved to commit suicide, and had a mouth full of nonsense, was able to train the current senior member of the Port Mafia, Akutagawa Ryūnosuke. There was no reason that the hardworking, down-to-earth, and capable Akutagawa Ryūnosuke could not train a suitable partner.

With this thought in mind, Chūya jumped down from the front of the car. He casually threw his large black coat on the roof of the car. He rolled up his sleeves to reveal his firm forearms and pointed to the sea.

"When we go back to Japan, we can swim back. Be prepared, Tsunayoshi." Chūya's tone was excited and filled with eagerness and joy.

Oh, please allow him to refuse. Tsunayoshi's heart was in despair. Mr. Chūya, he never understood you. What made you think that a loser could become stronger?

"How long are you going to continue being stupid?" Chūya moved his joints to bring Tsunayoshi back to reality.

"Today, let's do some warm-up preparations." As he spoke, Chūya had already stretched his joints and was warming up with leg presses.

"Oh."

Tsunayoshi quickly nodded. He could still do a simple warm-up. Forget it. Mr. Chūya must have exaggerated things about swimming back to Japan. Even if he was a psychic, Mr. Chūya shouldn't be able to do it himself.

Tsunayoshi thought about it and learned from Chūya. He first did exercises with his head, then stretched his limbs, relaxed his joints, and pressed his legs.

It was similar to the warm-up exercises in physical education class. Tsunayoshi was relieved. It seemed that the warm-up exercise was quite easy.

"Are you ready?" Chūya asked.

"I'm ready." Tsunayoshi ignorantly thought that he had completed the warm-up exercise that Chūya had mentioned.

Chūya pulled his coat off the roof of the car and draped it over his shoulders. His voice was hearty, and he didn't feel tired even though it was already late at night.

"Then let's go back to the hotel."

"Okay, Mr. Chūya."

Finally, they were back to the hotel. That was great. He missed the big bed that he had left for several hours and the ten ice creams that he hadn't eaten yet.

"Mr. Chūya, should we deal with the broken glass first?"

Tsunayoshi carefully thought that the broken glass might be scattered on the seat of the car. It would definitely hurt his skin if he sat on it.

"What are you talking about? This car is broken. How can we sit on it?" Chūya looked at the broken glass and said with disdain.

"Then …" Tsunayoshi's heart sounded an ominous alarm.

Chūya said straightforwardly, "Of course we're running back."

"Move your legs, Ah Gang."

Chūya slapped Tsunayoshi's back heavily. The teenager was caught off guard and staggered a few steps forward.

"Run." Chūya put his hands on his waist and showed the aura of an instructor.

"No way!"

Tsunayoshi's heart was screaming like a groundhog. He pondered for a moment whether he should take the initiative or be passive. After weighing the pros and cons, he reluctantly started to run obediently with his legs. Then, he stopped.

"Excuse me, where should I run to?" Mr. Chūya. He didn't know the way, okay?

This was a very important question. When he came here, he took Mr. Chūya's car. How could he think of going back in the most primitive way?

The key point was that he didn't know the way!

Chūya paused. Obviously, he forgot this important question. He also followed the GPS here.

"Wait."

Chūya took out his phone and turned on the GPS to locate his current position and the path to ST Hotel.

"Turn left and run."

Tsunayoshi turned left obediently. Then, his heart sank again. What did he see?

His brown eyes reflected the outline of the mountain under the faint light of the street lamp. To be exact, it was a steep slope with a rock wall.

"Mr. Chūya, this is the mountain." Tsunayoshi kindly reminded Chūya. The GPS was probably wrong.

There was no way!

"This is the fastest path. The map shows that the shortest distance between here and Golden Leaf Hotel is southeast."

Two points connected by a straight line was the shortest?

Was Mr. Chūya doing a math problem?

Hey!

Mr. Chūya, this is the real world!

Please consider the obstacles!

"Your first task is to climb this steep wall and pass through the layers of mountains. Our port mafia doesn't only deliver goods at sea. Sometimes, we also need to go to the mountains to do some trading tasks. Although it is unlikely to succeed in a sneak attack from the port mafia, sometimes it will cause a landslide and block the road. Without a signal, there will be no rescue. At this time, you need to climb the mountain with your own strong body to find a way out."

It was not easy to be a member of Port Mafia. Tsunayoshi deeply admired the diligent Port Mafia members who climbed the mountain and went down the sea. He thought that if these members quit the organization and wanted to find a job, they would definitely join the jungle deep-sea search and rescue team. They would definitely be the main members.

The mountains were lofty and tall. Mr. Chūya, why did you always think so highly of him?

He was a loser who couldn't even do 10 pull-ups.

"Mr. Chūya, how are you going back?"

"I'm going back with you, of course," Chūya answered. He grabbed the coat in his hand and threw it over his shoulder.

"Watch carefully. So this is how rock climbing should be."

Chūya dug his knuckles into the depths of the rock and pushed his feet up. In the blink of an eye, he was like a flexible gecko attached to the center of the cliff. His coat was still firmly on his shoulder, swaying with the night wind. He turned sideways and waved at Tsunayoshi with one hand. "Do you understand?"

Tsunayoshi nodded silently. He had to admit that Mr. Chūya was really amazing. He was as thin as him and only slightly taller than him, but he could always maintain a vigorous momentum, as if he didn't know what tiredness was and wasn't afraid of anything.

Tsunayoshi inexplicably felt a little envious. Mr. Chūya's character was definitely flamboyant. If he could be like Mr. Chūya, he probably wouldn't be called "Loser" in school.

"Hey, why are you in a daze? Hurry up and climb."

Chūya let go of his hand and jumped to the ground. At such a height, he could bear the gravity and maintain his balance even without using his supernatural ability.

"I'll be watching you from below. Don't worry, I'll catch you if you fall."