This was an anti-theft badge.

At that time, he was as weak as he was now.

He was often blackmailed by hooligans or older children.

Familiar lines, familiar places.

He was blocked again.

"We're a little tight on money recently.

We'll have to trouble you to fund us. "

What could Tsunayoshi Shinoda do?

In order not to be beaten, he took out his wallet.

:

Seeing that the money was about to be in his hands, a voice interrupted forcefully. "Big brother, money is only meaningful if you earn it with your own labor!

It's a very shameful act to ask for money from a child younger than you. You'll be despised. "

"Which stinky brat is meddling in other people's business!" They turned their heads angrily.

They saw a boy with short black hair standing there with a baseball bat. His golden eyes seemed to be filled with sunshine.

They didn't think much of it and thought that a child was not a threat.

"You came to us yourself. It just so happens that we don't have enough pocket money in our hands. We'll use you to make up the numbers."

Don't... don't come over... go quickly!

Tsunayoshi Shinoda panicked.

"I refuse."

The black-haired boy gave them a bright smile and said, "Have you heard of a home run?"

"... Huh?"

The black-haired boy threw the bat at them.

The bat spun quickly and brushed past them, cutting through their clothes.

It left a mark on the wall behind them and turned back.

It was enough to return to the black-haired boy.

The feeling of their clothes being cut and the marks on the wall were enough to prove its power.

"Oh, the trajectory is too far off." The boy shook his head regretfully. "I'll do it again."

"Who wants to do it again with you!!" That thing could destroy the wall like that.

It could definitely cut meat.

They ran away.

"Let's retreat!"

The boy waved at their backs in a friendly manner. "Come and play next time!"

What he got in response was the staggering backs of those people.

"Thank... Thank you..." Tsunayoshi Shinoda said weakly and looked at the boy timidly.

"Be careful, I'm going home. Bye bye ~" The boy waved at him and left with the baseball bat.

Perhaps from then on, Tsunayoshi Shinoda began to pay attention to Takeshi Yamamoto. No matter if it was by chance or a direct encounter, the other party would always have that same smile on his face.

Those eyes were always full of sunshine.

In the end, Tsunayoshi Shinoda's confession was treated as a joke by everyone. Other than a few people who used this to mock Tsunayoshi Shinoda, the others were basically used to it.

Because this was just an excuse to mock the other party. Confessing to someone of the same sex was just a new saying.

As for Yamamoto Takeshi, he received this mission in his dream that night.

It was still the same vast universe. The pink ball floated up and down in mid-air.

"This world's missions: 1. Become Penglie's Rain Guardian. 2. Become the world's number one Sword Master."

Penglie?

I've never heard of it before. I'll think about it when the time comes. The second one is easier.

Because … he was the Sword God in the previous world.

The days continued, but today was a little different. A transfer student named Hayato Jōdera came.

The transfer student seemed to be at odds with Tsunayoshi Shinoda. He came up to him and kicked over his desk.

Takeshi Yamamoto felt that Tsunayoshi Shinoda was too pitiful. Even a transfer student wanted to bully him.

After class, the sports committee member stood up with a piece of paper in his hand and said, "There's a volleyball match in the afternoon. If you want to participate, you can come and register with me!"

"Eh?

Sounds interesting. "Takeshi Yamamoto slowly stood up.

"Stop him!" the sports committee member shouted in panic.

Everyone stood up instinctively and pushed Takeshi Yamamoto back to his seat.

Takeshi Yamamoto:???

The sports committee member heaved a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat off his forehead. "Lark's senior will be coming today, so we can't let him appear …"

Everyone immediately understood.

As long as the two of them met, they would start fighting. Although it was Skylark who dodged Yamamoto, if they met, it would definitely be a game of you chasing and I dodging. Furthermore … Yamamoto Takeshi was simply a killing machine. Any match that he participated in would almost always be one-sided. In addition, there was the possibility of him damaging the equipment and venue …

Therefore, Takeshi Yamamoto appeared in the audience for the volleyball match in the afternoon.

The students from the other classes revealed expressions of surprise, "That guy isn't participating?"

"That's great!

There's hope for victory! "

"No, no, no. Lark's senior will be coming to watch the match today. No matter how I look at it, he's probably afraid that he'll damage the venue and anger Lark …"

"You're right …"

Takeshi Yamamoto sat obediently in his seat. His back was slightly bent, and he looked somewhat pitiful from behind.

His expression was hidden in the shadows of his hair. The student sitting next to him couldn't help but pat him on the back, "Yamamoto-san?"

There was no response.

He patted again, but there was still no response. Just as he was about to pat him one last time, his entire body fell towards him. His head leaned on his shoulder and he fell asleep.

"How on earth did he fall asleep so quickly!" Everyone couldn't help but complain.

There were some good athletes in Grade 1 Class A, but there were only a few of them. With Tsunayoshi Shinoda as their obvious weakness, it could be said that they were having a hard time. The match was one-sided.

However, they couldn't say anything because Tsunayoshi Shinoda was giving it his all. He was giving it his all and playing with all his might.

Fortunately, they had Hayato Jōdera, the newcomer, to lead them. Otherwise, they would have lost miserably.

Just like that, they made it all the way to the finals. At this time, Tsunayoshi Shinoda finally had time to look at Takeshi Yamamoto.

He wanted to let his opponent see him working hard … What the hell!

Yamamoto-san, why are you leaning on someone else's shoulder and falling asleep!!

Tsunayoshi Shinoda suddenly lost all his strength and almost bent forward on the spot.

Lark Kyouya, who was on the second floor of the stadium, saw Takeshi Yamamoto leaning on someone else's shoulder. He narrowed his eyes slightly and the surrounding air became even colder.

It wasn't until the end of the match that Takeshi Yamamoto woke up and yawned as he left the stadium.

Tsunayoshi Shinoda felt a burst of joy. Fortunately, he didn't see the scene of him heroically blocking the ball. That was really … a sharp pain in his crotch.

Takeshi Yamamoto found a sink and turned on the tap to wash his face. After turning on the tap, he stretched. "I'm much more awake. Ha —"

The sound of something breaking through the air rang out. Yamamoto Takeshi dodged to the side to avoid the crutch. He looked at Skylark, who had arrived at an unknown time, and laughed. "Skylark, you're still so energetic today!"

"Huh?

I feel like I've said that today. "Takeshi Yamamoto touched his head and nodded seriously." I think I did say that in the morning. "

Lark Kyouya immediately launched a fierce attack at him. Takeshi Yamamoto smiled and ran to the school building. "Come and chase me!"

It was as if he had eyes on the back of his head as he dodged the attack. Lark Kyouya stopped chasing after him after he entered the school building. He narrowed his eyes and swung the duckweed away.

Just as Takeshi Yamamoto picked up his bag and was about to leave, a black-haired baby jumped down from his table.

"Ciaosu ~" The baby was wearing a black suit and a big hat.

Takeshi Yamamoto looked up at the ceiling. There was a square gap, which seemed to be the place where the baby came down.

"That's one of my secret passageways," the baby said. "To be precise, it's one of my secret passageways in this school."

Takeshi Yamamoto looked down at the baby. "Amazing!"

"You have a good eye." The baby nodded with satisfaction. "Do you want to join Penglie?"

"Penglie?" Takeshi Yamamoto was slightly stunned. He felt that the name was a little familiar.

"Five insurances and one housing fund. You can take any leave with pay. As long as the boss doesn't have work, basically every day is a holiday. Travel and accommodation are covered. The only requirement is that you are loyal to the family, protect the boss well, and listen to the boss's orders."

Takeshi Yamamoto remembered what Penglie was. Wasn't it the mission target?

He scratched his head. "The conditions are quite good. It's very tempting. But what does Penglie do?

It's a boss and a family. It doesn't feel like a company. It feels like a place where a triad boss stays. Haha. "

"Surprisingly sharp, Takeshi Yamamoto."

Reborn nodded and admitted generously. "That's right. It's similar to what you think. Penglie is a mafia."

"And it's an old-fashioned mafia that originated in Italy."

After a few seconds of silence, Takeshi Yamamoto said with a little hesitation, "Did you find the employees in Italy to come to Japan?"

Reborn: "…"

Damn, this was a little bit of a hit, and he didn't know how to answer.

Takeshi Yamamoto sat in his seat, crossed his arms and muttered, "Well … although your conditions are very tempting, I can't accept."

"Reason."

"Mafias are all involved in illegal business, right?

I don't want to do things that destroy everyone's happiness. "

"Don't worry about this. We are a proper mafia. We won't do things that harm civilians. If necessary, we will even protect civilians."

Reborn began to explain the history of Penglie's development to Takeshi Yamamoto. "Penglie was established during the war. Its original philosophy was to protect the people who were persecuted by the war and to give them a stable place to live."

After listening to so much, Takeshi Yamamoto only grasped one key point. "Original philosophy?

Is its philosophy still there? "

"You're very sharp. Regarding the philosophy, I can only tell you that it still exists."

Reborn took out a scroll, raised it, and showed the contents on it to Takeshi Yamamoto. "This is Penglie's genealogy. At the bottom are the successors of this generation of Penglie. You can take a look."

Takeshi Yamamoto directly looked at the bottom. "Well … Kuroda Iaguchi, Kuroda … Tsunayoshi?"