chsdbacks Chapter 12: Obtaining a New Identity!
Chapter 12: Obtaining a New Identity!
Chapter 12: Obtaining a New Identity!
At the hotel where Kenneth was staying, an arson attack occurred at night.
The arsonist had pressed the alarm button in advance, giving the people in the hotel enough time to evacuate.
"There's a fire down there."
Sora answered the call from the hotel staff. After learning about the situation, she looked at Kenneth, who was sitting on the other sofa, watching the news on TV about the mysterious gas leak and explosion that had occurred in the Bay Port area of Fuyuki City a few days ago.
"The arson and the pre-emptive clearing of the area suggest that Saber's Master launched the attack to heal the injury to his Servant's left hand."
No need to pay attention. On this floor, I have already set up 24 spells and summoned dozens of demons and monsters to guard it. Let the attackers come and attack as they please, and see if they can break through the magic workshop fortress built by Kenneth El-Melloi.
Lancer, go downstairs and prepare to meet the enemy. This time, I won't allow you to fail!
The blond man with his slicked-back hair exuded confidence, while the follower beside him, who had a beauty mark under his eye, bowed and replied, "I will certainly not fail my lord's expectations."
"Mr. Kenneth El-Melloi."
In the plaza far from the hotel, hotel staff were taking a count of the guests, worried that some might still be inside the burning hotel.
"I am."
It wasn't until the hotel staff called out three times that a man finally responded. Looking at the man's appearance as a fellow countryman, the hotel staff member had a somewhat subtle expression, as if to say, "You think that's your name?" and looked at the responding man suspiciously.
"My wife Sora has arrived at a safe place, so please don't worry."
Kiritsugu Emiya said expressionlessly.
"OK."
As the hotel staff thought this might be a man who had changed his name to a foreign one after hooking up with a rich foreign woman, they crossed out the names Kenneth El-Melloi and Sora Nazelle.
Kiritsugu Emiya took the opportunity to glance at the list in his hand and found that the names of the evacuees had been almost completely crossed out. He then moved away from the evacuation crowd, took out his folding cell phone from his pocket, and called his assistant, Maiya Kuon.
After confirming from the other party that Kenneth on the top floor of the hotel had not attempted to escape, the magician assassin pressed the detonation button.
There's no such thing as a direct confrontation secret technique. The real safe tactic is to directly blow up the entire building and let the force of the building freefall kill the enemy.
Even a monarch as powerful as the Clock Tower could not survive a fall of 150 meters.
The magician killer made a promise, then drove away from the scene without looking back.
The other attacker, who was supposed to be present, was currently at the Zenjo family villa in the neighboring town of Fuyuki City, where he was escorting the teacher's youngest daughter to her mother's side. He handed the girl he was with over to Zenjo Aoi.
"Madam, I have delivered Miss Sakura. My mission is complete. Please inform my teacher."
"Thank you, I will speak to Tokiomi."
The woman nodded and hugged her youngest daughter who rushed towards her.
"Mom, I miss you so much."
Although her father provided young Sakura with a sense of security, it was only her mother's embrace that was truly tender.
"Sakura, Mom misses you too."
Zenjo Aoi's eyes revealed a loving look towards her youngest daughter. She embraced the girl and buried her face in her hair.
"Me too, me too..."
Rin Tohsaka jumped up and down beside her, also wanting to get close to her sister whom she hadn't seen for half a month.
"Sister~"
After being put down, young Sakura rushed to young Rin and hugged her older sister tightly.
The scene of mother and daughter reuniting and sisters embracing seemed harmonious, but Kirei Kotomine knew that this was his teacher's way of using his wife to teach this girl who had escaped from the Matou family to be strong and brave in facing her fate as the Matou family's stepson.
Compared to his stern lectures, the teacher, who gave off a stereotypical magician image, also showed tenderness towards his daughter, which was truly surprising.
"Then, Madam, I won't bother you any longer. Please help Miss Sakura cheer up as soon as possible. I will come again when that time comes."
This was a trivial task assigned to him by Tokiomi Tohsaka, leaving him no time to properly monitor the whereabouts of other Masters and Servants, especially that man named Kiritsugu Emiya. Suppressing his strange dissatisfaction, Kirei Kotomine left the Zenjou family after leaving these words.
. . . .
"Grandpa, Broly wants to learn."
As young Sakura was sent to the Zenjou family, about to receive encouragement from her mother, at the Fujimura family's house, Broly, who had just been bathed, was brought before Fujimura Raiga by Fujimura Taiga. The girl spoke on behalf of the boy, expressing his desire to receive an education.
"Please, Grandpa Fujimura."
Following the instructions that Fujimura Taiga had given him in the bathroom, Broly made a gesture as if he were asking the old man for help.
"Learning? Yes, children need to receive an education."
Fujimura Raika nodded. In the past, it was okay to be ruthless and violent in the underworld, but with the development of the times, this old man also saw that in the future, those who would be involved in the underworld would need to have sufficient education.
"Then, Grandpa..."
Before Fujimura Taiga could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Fujimura Raiga.
"However, is this child really ready to be educated?"
He is visibly young; if he were to start school now, he would probably be sent to kindergarten.
But what can you learn in kindergarten? It's just a place to play and make friends with other children.
Rather than sending them to kindergarten, it's better to keep them at the Fujimura mansion.
Growing up in the Fujimura family environment, he became a model child with impeccable character.
The old man said this.
"Grandpa, please don't lead this child astray. There's no future in gangs."
In response, Fujimura Taiga slammed his hands on the table and roared at his grandfather.
"The reason you say there's no future is because one or two of your descendants don't want to inherit the family business."
In response, Fujimura Raiga slammed his fist on the table and roared. Sparks seemed to fly between his eyes as he confronted his granddaughter, like an old tiger facing off against its cub.
Ultimately, seeing that his granddaughter was unwilling to back down on this matter, the elderly Fujimura Raiga took the initiative to back down, but also put forward some conditions.
"If he really wants to learn, then let him go straight to primary school. But if you don't want this child to go astray in the future, and you want to rely on the family's financial support, then let this child demonstrate his talent and value in learning. I need you to guarantee that his academic performance will be at an excellent level, is that alright?"
"No problem."
Fujimura Taiga patted her chest and agreed, saying that Broly was quite smart and she chose to trust the boy's learning ability.
"But what if problems arise and you try to renege on your promise?"
Fujimura Raiga suddenly asked.
"impossible."
Fujimura Taiga flatly rejected this possibility, but faced with his grandfather's questioning gaze—"You've cheated before"—his voice softened: "Then Grandpa, what do you suggest?"
"It's not a difficult thing to do. Grandpa will abdicate directly, and you just need to inherit the family business and become the new head of the Fujimura Group."
Fujimura Raika smiled, but then revealed his true intentions.
"Only if you agree to this condition will the Fujimura family help you sponsor this child."
"Grandpa, you're so despicable."
"There's nothing we can do about it. Your father doesn't want to inherit the family business, and you seem to have the same attitude. So, do you agree or not? If you don't agree, then we'll keep this child at home."
Fujimura Taiga looked back at the clarity in Broly's eyes and decided that he couldn't let this child be led astray by the Fujimura family's yakuza ways. He slammed his hand on the table again and replied, "Okay, Grandpa, I agree to this condition."
"Give me the phone. I'll call the principal of Shenyuan Town No. 1 Primary School and arrange for a child to attend their school."
Arranging for an unregistered child to attend school is a troublesome matter for ordinary people, but for the Fujimura clan, the local tyrants entrenched in Fuyuki City, it's just a matter of making a phone call.
However, due to the potential for misunderstandings caused by their yakuza identity, local elementary schools might not accept them readily. But if they choose a school in a town near Fuyuki City and keep a low profile, enrollment shouldn't be a problem.
"Sir, do you really think Miss will keep her promise?"
After Fujimura Taiga left with Broly, the scarred man asked.
"This is the first time I've seen her care so much about someone else."
"The young lady is kind-hearted; perhaps she just feels sorry for that child."
"If we just let her continue to cherish that child, we can make her keep her promise and inherit the family business."
"But what if that child really has a good learning ability?"
Scarface pressed further, implying whether they should tamper with the child's learning.
"If it goes well, it will be perfect preparation for clearing out the Fujimura Group."
"Huh?"
"My granddaughter was right about something she just said: there's no future in gangsters."
"Old man, you don't think the underworld business is any good either?"
"It's not a question of whether we're optimistic or not; it's just that times are changing."
Fujimura Raika sighed. He had experienced the most prosperous era of the yakuza, and now he could feel that the yakuza was not as prosperous as before.
"What if that child doesn't have learning abilities?"
Scarface asked again.
"Although the world is abandoning us, there is shadow where there is light. The Fujimura Group will continue to exist in that place. Even if it is not as good as it used to be, it will not disappear easily. I believe in my granddaughter's abilities."
And that child, whether they become a good child or a bad child, as long as they have the ability, they can become a force to be reckoned with, just like you.
"Your wisdom is profound, sir. I will help cultivate that child's loyalty to the Fujimura family and to the young lady."
Broly was unaware of Fujimura Raika's views and plans for him. He only knew that with his time in this world reduced by one day, he now had the identity of a transfer student at the First Affiliated Elementary School of Shinshin Town.
. . . .
"Broly, you need to study hard at school, and ask your teachers questions if you don't understand something."
The following morning, when they parted, this is what Fujimura Taiga told Broly.
The girl was also wearing a middle school uniform.
Today is Monday, but it's a school day.
Broly was driven to the First Affiliated Elementary School in Deep Town by Scarface. Along the way, Scarface kept telling him how good the young lady was to him and that he should be grateful to her and try his best to repay her kindness in nurturing him.
At first, Broly would nod in agreement, after all, one should repay a debt of kindness tenfold. But gradually, he started to yawn, simply because Scarface kept repeating the same thing over and over, like a hypnotic remark, making him feel sleepy.
. . . .
"These must be the children who are coming to school. Mr. Kimura, go and give them a test to see which grade would be more suitable for them."
Upon seeing the child brought by Scarface, the principal of Shenyuan Town Primary School instructed the teacher who had been summoned earlier to take Broly to be tested on his academic abilities.
You wouldn't know unless you tested him, and once you did, he turned out to be a completely illiterate child. As expected, Broly was assigned to the first grade.
However, in less than half a day, the teacher couldn't take it anymore.
"Principal, this child is asking too many questions. I said 1+1=2, and he actually asked me why 1+1 equals 2. How am I supposed to answer that?"
"Principal, it's the same for me. This child is quite smart, even smarter than other children, but he asks too many questions. The whole class is spent asking questions and me answering them. If his questions were meaningful, it would be fine, but the problem is that some of his questions are completely meaningless, just childish nitpicking."
In one morning, during four class periods, four teachers came to complain. It wasn't that they lacked the patience to teach the children, but rather that Broly, this classroom questioning machine, was too terrifying and had seriously affected their teaching of the other children.
"It's understandable that children are curious, but didn't you tell him not to ask meaningless questions?"
"We did that, but it didn't work at all. The child said his sister had told him to ask the teacher more questions when he came over."
The child stubbornly adhered to this principle; whenever he didn't understand something, he would ask questions, even if he was punished by being made to stand in the corner, he would continue to ask questions as if he couldn't see air.
"What's even more terrifying is that I tried to shut him up by hitting his palm, but the child obediently held out his hand. However, no matter how much I hit his palm with the cane, he remained expressionless and continued to ask questions. In all the time I've taught children, I've never seen such a special child."
The teacher who spoke didn't say one thing: she felt a little scared when the child who asked the question was looking at her.
It wasn't that the child showed any resentment towards her; rather, it was because the child was too calm, so calm that it was impossible to tell what he was thinking, and she felt afraid of the unknown beneath that calm.
It sounds unbelievable, but that's exactly how it felt. In just one class, these first-grade elementary school teachers found Broly, the transfer student, to be a challenge.
(End of this chapter)