"It seems that the child is very proficient in using the First Generation's moves."

"Yuya Fujiwara" looked at the ice sculpture in the spacious living room of "Amagi's Mansion" with a smile. "If the First Generation knew about this, they would be very pleased, right?"

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, you came uninvited without the owner's permission. Isn't that a bit too much, guest?"

"Ha, sorry, sorry. I shouldn't have met you so soon, but …" "Yuya Fujiwara" smiled apologetically. He walked to the ice sculpture and put his hand on the ice.

"Yuya Fujiwara's" bony hand ignited with an orange flame of death, and the ice slowly melted under the flame. "The doubts in my heart are urging me to act quickly, Shuhei Amagi."

"Hmph." Shuhei Amagi, the Cheap Father 2 who represented the Shi Lezhi family in Anzawa's eyes, narrowed his eyes dangerously. "Is that so?

Unfortunately, I'm not interested in the doubts in your heart at all. Can you please leave? "

"Please don't say that, Mr. Amagi."

"Yuya Fujiwara"'s brown eyes were still full of gentleness in the face of the other party's tough attitude. "You know, I mean no harm."

"Yuya Fujiwara" withdrew his hand, straightened up, and looked at the other party standing opposite him with a smile. "And, we have the same goal."

"No."

Shuhei Amagi didn't hide his hostility. "My goal is to protect Anzawa, and your goal is to take Anzawa away from me."

"As expected … Mr. Amagi really knows everything."

"Fujiwara Yuya" lowered her eyelashes, the corners of her lips slightly raised into a smile of understanding. "Sky Castle Shuhei, 'personality' is' foresight '. The more distant something is, the stronger and clearer his foresight is."

"Anzawa … is my child."

Shuhei Amagi did not respond to his words. He only emphasized the fact that it was both a fact and a fact. "I will protect him well!

Forever! "

"Protect. It's a beautiful word, and it's also a word that highlights one's powerlessness.

All you can do … is protect. "

"Yuya Fujiwara" had no choice but to say something cruel. He had to make the other party accept the pale reality. "You can't protect Anzawa."

"…" She couldn't refute him.

Shuhei Amagi's shoulders drooped weakly, and he felt like crying. He hated himself for being so useless.

"Sigh —" "Yuya Fujiwara" sighed.

He sat on the sofa, picked up the remote control on the coffee table, turned on the TV, and said to Shuhei Amagi, "Let's have a peaceful conversation."

*

Xiongying's campus was packed with people, and everywhere was noisy and irritating.

Only the places where Anzawa passed by formed a vacuum. Almost subconsciously, people made way for Anzawa. Then, they looked at Anzawa's distant figure and exclaimed: As expected of a student of Xiongying, such a strong aura!

The third grade's arena was right in front of him. Anzawa's face was stern, and every step he took made a muffled sound on the ground.

"May I ask where Mr. Principal is?"

"Over there."

A sharpshooter with a western cowboy style raised his hand and pointed to a small figure in the arena. "That's him."

"Thank you." Anzawa thanked him and walked towards the small figure. "… Are you the principal?"

"Hmm?" Principal Nenzin turned his head and looked at Anzawa with Doudou eyes. "Yes."

He walked in front of Anzawa, raised his head and asked: "What can I do for you, student?"

If it was in the past, Anzawa would have cursed in his heart that "Xiongying Principal" was suspected to be a hamster (mouse), but now he didn't have such thoughts.

"Good day, Mr. Principal, I am Anzawa Amagi from first grade class A." Anzawa bowed, "May I ask if you know a person called 'Yuya Fujiwara'?"

"Yes, I know. Fujiwara is the teacher who just applied for Xiongying yesterday."

… That person didn't lie, not even a word of a lie.

An Ze pursed his lips. The answer was just as he thought. He should have felt happy or relieved, but he didn't. All he felt was a sense of emptiness and discomfort.

"Student Amagi."

Principal Nenzin stretched out his small hand and waved it at Anzawa who was in a daze. "Look at Amagi student's' as expected 'expression.

Why?

Since you already have the answer in your heart, why are you still stubbornly trying to confirm it? "

"What is Teacher Fujiwara's' personality '?" Anzawa wasn't swayed by Principal Nenzin's wise appearance.

"Mind reading, this is a very rare 'personality'."

Mind reading …

Anzawa could see that Principal Nenzin wasn't lying.

Of course, as a principal of a school, there was no need for him to lie, let alone cover up a lie for someone else.

Anzawa understood, but … that small feeling of disharmony was still hovering in his mind, showing no signs of dissipating.

"It's time." The sharpshooter passed by Anzawa and said to Principal Nenzin, "Principal, you should get ready."

"Okay."

Principal Nenzin nodded his head. Doudou looked at Anzawa who seemed to be thinking about something. "Amagi student should also go back to the first-grade area."

"… Okay."

With a frown, Anzawa straightened his back and forced himself to calm down. "Sorry to bother you."

After watching Anzawa walk away, Principal Nenzin breathed a sigh of relief.

He wasn't an easy kid to fool. Lying to this kind of kid, whether it was Mr. X or Shuhei, it was really difficult for him.

*

Anzawa arrived at the entrance two minutes before the official start of the sports festival. He put away the overly serious expression on his face and pretended to be in a good mood in front of Class A.

It wasn't that Anzawa didn't want Class A to worry, but he didn't want to be asked why he was in a bad mood. After all, he couldn't explain things to people who didn't understand.

"Great, it seems that Amagi has adjusted his mentality."

Frog Blow had a 'relieved' smile on his face. "The look on Tameshi-chan's face just now was really worrying."

"Sorry for making you worry, Frogblow student." Anzawa raised the corner of his mouth. "I just needed to pee."

Pee again … Last time it was Ormet, this time it was Amagi himself.

This time, Frogblow didn't remain silent like last time. After a moment of silence, he said, "Just call me Meiyu-chan."

"Okay, Meiyu-chan."

Anze forced a smile that could be considered brilliant, but unfortunately, this smile only lasted for a short while before it froze on his face due to a malicious gaze.

Anzawa looked at the source of the malice and saw a familiar person. It was the purple-haired boy who blocked his way a while ago.

It had been two weeks, but the other party's hostility towards him was still persistent.

Anzawa repeatedly took a few deep breaths, suppressing the irritation that suddenly rushed to his brain. It was really bad. He was really afraid that he would accidentally gouge out the other party's eyes in his tyrannical mood.

Worrying about people made him withdraw his gaze when he was about to meet Anzawa's gaze.

Anzawa Amagi … This guy who is suspected to be immune to his "personality" …

He didn't want to admit that he was worried. He didn't want to admit that he was subconsciously afraid of Anze.

His "personality: brainwashing" would always be considered suitable for "criminals" and "enemies" by others. Even he himself … thought so.

How many times had he lamented that compared to him, criminals and enemies might need the power of brainwashing more.

(Note: as words)

He heard about the battle between Anzawa Amagi and Ormet yesterday.

What an enviable "personality". With such an excellent "personality", Anzawa Amagi could keep up with Ormet's movements!

What about himself?

Thanks to his "personality", he was born to be left behind at the starting line by others … Now, now even his weak and pitiful "personality" was ineffective against Anzawa Amagi!

How could he be reconciled?!

One after another, the sound of firecrackers rang out, indicating that the first grade competition was about to begin.

Following teacher Mike's introduction, Anzawa followed Class A into the arena, standing in front of the 18 banned hero "Midnight", waiting for her to announce the first round of the competition.

Boom, who was standing not far from Anzawa, took advantage of the contestants' swearing to move to his side, and said in a muffled voice, "Hey."

"What's the matter?" Anzawa replied instantly, but did not look at Boom.

"Yesterday …" Boom glanced sideways at Anzawa's side face, "I'm sorry."

"You don't have to apologize to me."

Anzawa's voice was emotionless. He ignored Boom's words and reminded him, "Obstacle race, good luck."

*

"Let's have a peaceful conversation," "Yuya Fujiwara" said with a smile, "You can't protect Anzawa, but I can.

This is enough for us to reach a consensus. "

Shuhei Amagi rubbed his hands together, using this action to ease his uneasiness, "You … just want to take Anzawa away from me, do you think I'll believe you?"

"You already believe me, don't you?"

"Yuya Fujiwara" continued with a warm smile, "Besides, even if I really want to take Anzawa away, I will ask for Anzawa's opinion first."

Shuhei Amagi closed his eyes, not looking at the determination in the other's brown eyes.

What should he do?

What should he do to protect his child?

"Yuya Fujiwara" looked at him and sighed silently in his heart.

[Oh oh oh!!!

What is 1A Anzawa Amagi planning?!

He didn't run on the track, but flew across the track to the finish line!

Is this allowed?!!

Teacher Midnight!!!]

[Yes!

I like students who are brave enough to challenge the rules!]

[Hey hey!

Teacher Midnight is just doing things according to his own preferences, right?!

Ma, in that case, I officially announce that Anzawa Amagi from 1A has won first place in the obstacle race!!!]

"Ma, Anzawa is really an unreasonable child."

"Yuya Fujiwara" looked at the scene on the TV, his voice containing some emotion. He looked at Shuhei Amagi and found that his eyes were full of pride.

"Yuya Fujiwara"'s brown eyes were full of a gentle halo. He stood up and stretched out his hand to Shuhei Amagi. "My name is?

G Tada Tsunayoshi. This name is real, and my desire to help Anzawa out of his predicament is also real.

Just like you, I hope that my descendant can live a peaceful life full of thorns in the future. Can … can you trust me? "

"…" Who could refuse this hand?

Shuhei Amagi asked in his heart. He looked like he was about to cry and stretched out his hand slowly. "Other than trusting you, I don't seem to have any other choice."