I leisurely walked towards the bustling area of Kyoto, where we had agreed to meet, escaping from the crowd discussing exams and exchanging answers. It was still early, so I could take my time strolling there. I prefer this kind of urban walk, where unexpected events can happen, rather than taking a ride. Walking too fast actually leads to less gain, and when the focus is solely on the destination, one can feel lost after achieving it. In other words, one should not be too single-minded. In this regard, Eiji Hayamizu is quite good at enjoying life, aside from the frequent self-inflicted harm in his emotional relationships.

While I was silently boasting about these thoughts in my mind, my attention was drawn to a small group of people gathering at the entrance of a 24-hour convenience store. From what I observed, the situation was roughly as follows: Three male high school students were smoking at the entrance of the convenience store, and one of them carelessly threw a cigarette butt, which happened to land on a female middle school student who was walking out of the store. The female student initially didn't want to escalate the situation and tried to leave, but the other female student with her immediately picked up the cigarette butt and flicked it back at the male student's face, demanding an apology. The male student became annoyed and, instead of apologizing, along with the other two male students, surrounded the girls. The store clerk looked on from behind the glass but was hesitant to intervene, seemingly contemplating whether to call the police using the landline next to them.

Although it took a long description to explain the situation, it was not complicated. For me, it could be summarized in one sentence: a typical situation of a hero saving a damsel in distress. Usually, I would intervene, primarily because saving a damsel in distress is a dream of all adolescent boys, and also because this kind of event, though cliché, is a rare encounter in real life. Once encountered, there is no hesitation to act. What could be more effective in winning the hearts of girls?

However, today was not a "usual situation." I knew the relentless girl who refused to back down. Her name was Bai Xuyu, which meant that if those three ordinary male high school students didn't have concealed weapons like knives or stun batons, even if they teamed up, it wouldn't be enough for Bai Xuyu to handle. Some people might think that women are inherently weaker physically compared to men, especially when it comes to a female middle school student who is just beginning to develop, facing three male high school students who are close to physical maturity. But regardless of martial arts, there is a significant difference between someone who knows how to fight and someone who doesn't, just like the difference between a person with a gun and an unarmed person.

Furthermore, a newly developing girl has an advantage – the advantage of being flat-chested. What could hinder someone's mobility more than having two blobs of fat hanging in front of them? Well, strictly speaking, Bai Xuyu's breasts could no longer be classified as flat-chested.

So, while I was thinking about all these pointless conversations, Bai Xuyu had already knocked down the three boys, stacked them on top of each other, and stood on their bodies with her hands on her hips, laughing heartily.

In real life, I had never seen a girl who could fight like this, except for Bi'an Yu and Ran Jingyu.

Now that the situation was resolved, I pretended that I hadn't seen anything and continued on my way. I thought it would be better not to have too much contact with Bai Xuyu. Her surname made me uneasy.

After walking for a while without any incident, I noticed that someone was following me. After walking a bit further, I confirmed the identity of the tail. After considering it briefly, I thought it wouldn't hurt to let her continue following me.

In life, as a man, being followed by someone usually falls into three categories: either it's a thug who wants your money, a gay man who desires you, or a thug who wants both your money and your body. That's why people say they're not afraid of thugs acting like thugs; they're afraid the thugs are gay.

If faced with such a situation, I have several ways to deal with it, but the current situation is somewhat special. The person following me is Uesugi Yui. From the short time we spent together, I already knew she was suspicious of me, so her following me now was not surprising.

What I want to say is that being followed by a beautiful female middle school student is as unlikely to happen as being a shut-in dad for many years and suddenly being brought back a beautiful fiancee by your father.Even I have to admit that this is the treatment only reserved for the protagonist of a novel.

So, let her trail behind me like this, it's no big deal. I'm not going to do anything bad anyway.

But don't get me wrong, I'm not enjoying the thrill of being followed by a girl.

And so, during this strange and delightful trailing period, I unknowingly arrived at the destination. The sky was already dark, and coupled with the bustling city streets, I intentionally slowed down my pace as naturally as possible so Uesugi Yui wouldn't lose track of me.

The agreed-upon cafe was right in front of me. I pretended to look at my phone at the entrance of the shop, just to let Uesugi Yui catch up with my movements. Then, I walked inside.

I arrived half an hour earlier than the agreed time, which was a perfectly timed advance. During this waiting period, I could have some water, sneak a glance at Uesugi Yui, who had followed me and was sitting not far away, and the young women coming and going outside the window.

Twenty minutes later, Souren Manranyama's close attendant, Fan, arrived ten minutes earlier than the agreed time.

Fan was as usual, dressed in her work uniform, wearing a pure black women's suit. Her hair was neatly tied behind her head, and her expression was cold, as if nothing in the world concerned her.

I waved to her as a signal, and she nodded, quickly walking over and sitting across from me.

At the same time, I also noticed another customer sitting at a table near me. Although she was wearing a baseball cap, with her hair in a ponytail and sporting black-framed glasses, I could still tell that she was disguised as Souren Manranyama.

In this cafe, which was just a little distance away from being crowded, I found myself in a strange quadrangular relationship.

I could understand why Uesugi Yui was following me, but why did Souren Manranyama, who was always busy, take the time to come here? I didn't think she didn't trust Fan, so the only possibility left was that she didn't trust me.

In such a public place, was she afraid I would commit some criminal act against Fan... Perhaps she just wanted to observe me from a different angle. Although we could call our relationship to some extent friends, it was as flimsy as paper and could break at any moment.

I suppose Souren Manranyama entrusted Bai Yazin's matter to me out of desperation.

If I betray her, she will lose everything and there will be no turning back.

On the other hand, does Fan know that Souren Manranyama followed her here together?

"I'm sorry for making you run around, did I cause any trouble for Souren Manranyama?"

Skipping the useless couple-specific opening lines like "Did you wait long?" "No, I just arrived," I tentatively asked Fan in the hope of getting some useful clues about my speculations.

"Yes, you did cause some trouble. Let's not make it a habit. If there's anything, please contact me by phone."

Fan answered almost without hesitation, maintaining a poker face, her eyes calm as she stared back at me, showing no signs of vulnerability.

"Oh, that's good. I wonder what Souren Manranyama is busy with tonight?"

"That has nothing to do with you. Time is precious, let's get to the point."

After another round of skirmishes, I still couldn't obtain any useful information. Fan was like an impenetrable wall, eroding my hopes bit by bit.

So let's assume that Fan and Souren Manranyama are actually in cahoots. After all, it's the most likely possibility. Even if they grew up together, in terms of their identities, as an attendant, Fan couldn't possibly go out without reporting to her master, Souren Manranyama.

Regardless, it doesn't matter much to me. I just don't want to have a hard time explaining to Aunt Uesugi if I come back late. Let's make this quick.

"Well, about you, oh no, about the matter Souren Manranyama asked me to investigate, I hope you can provide some assistance."

"Please speak. We will provide help within our capabilities."

Fan sat upright, giving an invisible pressure with her rigid spine. On the other hand, I sat quite relaxed. I don't like to sit in a formal posture as if I'm attending etiquette classes."I don't have reliable sources of information here, and personally investigating would cause unnecessary trouble due to my identity, so I hope you can provide me with the intelligence."

"Of course, we will do our best to assist you. After all, it is our commission."

I pretended to look around for safety reasons, but in reality, I was confirming the whereabouts of Souren Manranyama and Uesugi Yui. Then, I lowered my voice and said to Fan, "I want a detailed profile on Baiaxin Xin, from his birth to the present, even the trivial things don't matter."

Fan listened to me and took out pen and paper from her bag and started writing down what I said.

"I understand. Can I directly send it to your email after the investigation is complete? Also, is there any specific time requirement?"

"For something that cannot be quantified, I can only say, the sooner, the better."

"Understood. Is there anything else?"

"Um...that's all."

"Okay then, goodbye."

Fan closed her notebook with a snap, put it in her bag, and stood up neatly. She bowed slightly to me and turned to leave.

Come to think of it, she didn't even order anything. It was supposed to be in a cafe, but it ended up being an emotionless conversation in an office-like workplace.

If Katagiri Mai's personality is cold and sharp-tongued, Fan's behavior is like that of a robot.

She is so emotionless that I cannot tell if it's because of her job or if she has been fully trained by the Manranyama family to be a robot.

I shifted my attention back to the table, giving Souren Manranyama a chance to leave, and when I looked at her back, she naturally wouldn't know.

After bidding farewell to Fan and the disguised Souren Manranyama who was following me, Uesugi Yui chose to reveal herse

WW I has just ended, and the WW II is about to begin. The history of my life is a history of wars.