“…the most suitable person to be the tenth successor of Vongola.”

Liu Dao Hai hesitated, not directly asking for a name.

After all—his ability required ranking to obtain information, not straightforward searching like a search engine.

Fuuta immediately began to rank again, his body floating weightlessly once more.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he almost screamed.

“The most suitable person to be the tenth successor of Vongola, ranked third is…”

“XANXUS…”

“Ranked… second…”

“Sakata Gokudera…”

“Ranked… first… is…”

“Nakahara Zhong…”

Wait, Gokudera’s name was in second place? And who is Nakahara Zhong in some corner of Japan?

Fuuta was baffled.

It was one thing for his ability to be unreliable on rainy days, but why was it showing names he had never heard of!

“Wait a minute—this is still wrong!” Fuuta struggled to shout, his hand still not grasping Liu Dao Hai’s pant leg as he tried to leave. Suddenly, everything went black, and he felt a warm liquid flowing from his nose.

The nine-year-old child passed out directly.

Liu Dao Hai stopped and looked down at Fuuta, saying to the others, “Fuuta, help me take him.”

Fuuta, who had also survived from human experiments like him, stepped forward and obeyed his command, casually lifting the child. Another person, more rational, stood at the door and asked Liu Dao Hai, “Lord, where are we going next? Can we trust this child’s words?”

Liu Dao Hai said, “Go to Yokohama.”

As for the second question—

“Fuuta is lying,” the blue-haired youth’s eyes flickered with a cold, sharp light. “He’s hiding something from me, and I could sense that he spoke the truth through the contract I borrowed the power from.”

He stepped over the threshold, walking ahead of the three, his hatred for the mafia never extinguished.

“When we reach Yokohama, we’ll conduct the next ranking and find the strongest person…”

“To make XANXUS, renowned in Italy, lose his inheritance rights, the strength of the tenth successor of Vongola must be extraordinary. As far as I know, he’s young, the legitimate child of Sakata, and the consultant outside the door. Whether we call him Sakata Gokudera or Nakahara… Kufufufu, it depends on the situation.”

The consultant outside the mafia inherits the bloodline of the first leader of Vongola, typically possessing natural inheritance rights as long as this bloodline exists.

Disgusting mafia, the thing they value the most is the bloodline inheritance system.

Liu Dao Hai left.

Meanwhile, in Leibo Street, unaware that he had been deceived, Nakahara glanced at the weather. This strange weather seemed to rain when it wanted to and clear up when it wanted to.

Nakahara stopped using his gravity to shield himself from the rain, holding the takeout in his hand.

“Just need to finish this delivery,” he said.

He worked part-time in four or five different temporary jobs, full of energy, and his gravity power made it easy to reduce physical strain. In a short time, he managed to earn a considerable amount of living expenses.

Thinking of the children in the sheep, Nakahara’s gaze softened.

They were innocent.

Then, with the thought of finishing work soon and going home, Nakahara dashed faster than a car. In a bubble tea shop with few people, he delivered the order according to the phone call and address: “Hello, is this the pizza… delivery… you ordered?”

He hesitated over the last few words.

Dazai sat in the corner, biting on a bubble tea straw, while Hyakki sat there holding his bubble tea, lost in thought.

Both of them looked up at him.

“Heh.”

【Kill.】

It was undoubtedly Dazai, who had been nauseating him for a long time, ordering takeout.

Nakahara threw the takeout box at him, but Dazai effortlessly caught it, dispelling the terrifying gravity on it. The orange-haired youth couldn’t bear it anymore, angrily rolling up his sleeves and saying,

“Let’s go out and fight!”

He didn’t want to live this dog’s life anymore!

Nakahara wanted to beat up Dazai, but sadly, he ended up fighting Hyakki instead. He didn’t dare to use his gravity power recklessly and engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the black-haired youth.

Dazai sat at the entrance of the bubble tea shop, nibbling on pizza and couldn’t resist adding,

“Shorty, using pizza to attack customers. I’ll give your account a bad review.”

“Get lost—!!!”

The flames of the “Gradient Color Demon God” boiled as if exploding, the dark red core rolling like molten lava from hell, but firmly bound by a thin layer of light red outside.

Hyakki felt that the pressure was much less than before.

The demon didn’t intend to kill him.

【Why?】

Unconsciously, he eased up a bit, giving Nakahara, who was honing his martial arts, some breathing room. Nakahara realized his own shortcomings—relying too much on the advantages brought by gravity.

【Why show mercy?】

Hyakki’s confusion formed a kind of language only those of his kind would understand.

“Of course—” Nakahara attacked with his legs, opening and closing them widely, while Dazai behind him overly warned, “Be careful of the splits!” He focused entirely on Hyakki with bulging veins.

“I’m not your enemy!”

He wanted to kill that bluefin tuna, not him!

【…】

After the skirmish, Hyakki distanced himself. His arm swords remained sheathed, his limbs as agile as puppets, revealing an inhuman fighting style.

【Are you a human possessed by a demon…】

The demon deserved punishment, but the human might not necessarily deserve death; they could very well be innocent bystanders.

Hyakki scoured the city, almost eradicating all monsters. He had only found one person possessed by a demon. If he gave up on hunting them, how would he find the second demon within six months?

Thoughts of slaughter intertwined with human rationality, while the desire to live wailed within.

He slowly lowered his hands.

Nakahara was feeling somewhat hopeless: “Is this going to continue endlessly?”

Dazai clapped his hands, took a phone call, exchanged a few words, then hugged Hyakki from behind and dragged away the black-haired youth who hadn’t made up his mind to continue fighting.

“Let’s call it a day. Until next time.”

“Who wants to see you next time?”

Nakahara picked up a stone from the ground and hurled it, but it missed Dazai and was blocked by Hyakki.

Dazai reached out to touch the scratches on Hyakki’s prosthetic hand, feeling a surge of anger within.

He maintained a smile and said, “You’re finished. You’ll die waiting. You’ll never grow taller in this lifetime, you slug.”

This was a multiple curse from a black mud sprite, directly turning into arrows that severely wounded Nakahara.

The King of Sheep went berserk again, chasing the two until they reached near the clinic before stopping.

As the door closed, Dazai wiped away his sweat, saying, “That was close.”

He turned to ask Hyakki, who hadn’t even breathed heavily, “You wanted to kill him, didn’t you?”

Hyakki remained silent.

Dazai murmured almost inaudibly, “Just wait a little longer. There will be opportunities.”

Hyakki gazed at the place where the white flames connected with him in his mind’s eye. Their hands were held together, and whether he could survive after leaving his foster father would depend on the organs he obtained from hunting demons.

【What should I do… Should I kill all the demons blocking my way? 】

He reached out to touch Dororo’s cheek, much like how he tried to express affection to his caring foster father every time.

【You’ll understand, won’t you.】

【My wish is to live together with you.】