From what Dino said, Takeshi Yamamoto learned that he had been in Minecraft for ten years. Although it was only five minutes, he could tell that Dino … had become a true Otaku.

Three screens, three controllers, sofa cushions, water dispenser, various game cartridges, and even a computer … Was this heaven!?

Takeshi Yamamoto picked up the controller closest to him and looked at the screen, "Although it's only five minutes, I still want to try it out. Mr. Dino, how do I play this?"

Dino wrapped his arms around Takeshi Yamamoto's back and taught him step by step, "This game is called Minecraft, it's a survival game. Press this to move forward, press this to destroy the cube, then press this to open the backpack …"

Yamamoto Takeshi was immediately attracted by the game. He focused on controlling his character and didn't notice that Dino, who was hugging him, had already rested his chin on Yamamoto Takeshi's shoulder. His arms were wrapped around Yamamoto Takeshi's waist like a large golden retriever.

"Avu from ten years ago was so small." Dino sighed. Takeshi Yamamoto instinctively shrunk his neck when he felt Dino's warm breath on his neck.

The door opened with a click.

A white-haired man walked in with a tray in his hand. The man narrowed his violet eyes at the two and instantly understood what was going on.

"Avu from ten years ago?" His sweet voice sounded displeased, "Dino, you're so sly."

Yamamoto Takeshi subconsciously shuddered. "Big brother, you … your words are a bit flirtatious."

The white-haired man was speechless.

Dino turned his head and covered his mouth, "Pfft."

"… You always say that every time we meet." The white-haired man sounded helpless as he sat down beside them and put down the tray.

The tray was filled with snacks. He picked up a packet of cotton candy and looked at Dino, "How long has Avu been here?"

Dino thought for a moment, "Almost five minutes."

"That's a pity."

The white-haired man shrugged and stuffed the cotton candy in his hand into Takeshi Yamamoto's hand. "Unfortunately, I can't talk to you this time. Here, a souvenir for you."

"Cotton candy?"

Takeshi Yamamoto looked at the cotton candy in his hand and smiled at the man. "Although I don't know who you are, thank you for the souvenir!

You're such a good person! "

The white-haired man said, "… I suddenly received a nice person card. My mood is a little strange."

"Well, do me a favor, Wu."

The white-haired man smiled maliciously. "If you see a man named Brandy Jesso ten years ago, remember to beat him up. Don't show any mercy ~"

"… Eh?"

Without waiting for Takeshi Yamamoto to clarify, he left with a bang.

Thinking of the white-haired man's words, Takeshi Yamamoto felt a little bald. Who was Brandy Jessop … Did he have any deep hatred with that man?

Forget it, let's not think about it anymore.

Takeshi Yamamoto opened the door with his katana. "I'm back!"

After that, he lowered his head and changed his shoes. Tsuyoshi Yamamoto seemed to be cooking in the house. When he came out to greet him, he was wearing an apron.

"I've prepared the bath water. Come and eat after you're done."

Tsuyoshi Yamamoto's expression froze when he arrived at the entrance. He looked at the katana on his shoulder. "It's already been sharpened … Where did you get it?"

"A baby gave it to me."

Takeshi Yamamoto replied. He changed his shoes and walked up to his room on the second floor. "Dad, do you have a scabbard?"

Tsuyoshi Yamamoto: "There are a few scabbards in the storage room. See if there's any suitable one."

"Thanks!"

Hearing Takeshi Yamamoto's footsteps, Tsuyoshi Yamamoto took out the photo he always carried with him and gently stroked it. "Mom, your son has grown up."

He sighed. The child finally picked up the katana again.

At the dining table, the Yamamoto father and son were eating.

"Avu …" Tsuyoshi Yamamoto suddenly spoke. "What made you pick up the katana again?"

How many years had it been since he last saw Avu pick up a katana?

He remembered that he was only ten years old when he picked up the katana. Perhaps it was because of his talent, but that child could casually send out a sword aura. He was so scared that he almost choked on his own saliva. It was also at that time that Tsuyoshi Yamamoto tried to teach his son Timely Rain and Ash Swallow Ryu. He discovered that the child actually learned it all.

What kind of terrifying talent was this …?

Takeshi Yamamoto, who had learned Timely Rain and Ash Swallow Ryu, stabbed the katana into the ground. "Yoshi, it's time to seal the katana!"

"After all, it's an era of peace. There shouldn't be a need for it, right?"

The ten-year-old Takeshi Yamamoto crossed his arms behind his head and said with a grin, "It won't be too late to take it out when you really need it."

Tsuyoshi Yamamoto, who was immersed in his memories, was brought back to reality by Takeshi Yamamoto's words.

"Probably … because you joined a family?" Takeshi Yamamoto took a bite of rice and said something shocking, "You joined a mafia called Penglie."

Tsuyoshi Yamamoto almost spat out the rice in his mouth. "… My silly son, were you tricked into joining them?"

Tsuyoshi Yamamoto felt that it was very possible because his son looked very silly and easy to fool.

Moreover, Penglie … Wasn't that the Italian mafia?

Why didn't they stay in Italy and come to Japan to recruit employees?

It had to be said that father and son were indeed father and son. Their way of thinking was very similar.

"No, I joined of my own accord."

Takeshi Yamamoto shattered his father's fantasy. "The baby said that they're a proper mafia. They won't do anything illegal and will protect everyone if necessary. Also … Penglie was originally established to protect civilians and give them a place to live."

"So, don't worry, dad."

After saying that, he gave Tsuyoshi Yamamoto a bright smile. "Happiness doesn't come easy. I won't do things that destroy other people's happiness."

"…" Tsuyoshi Yamamoto sighed helplessly. "I know. You can do as you see fit."

"My only request is that you don't forget your original intention."

Takeshi Yamamoto nodded. "Of course."

He had experienced so many worlds and had never forgotten his original intention.

Brandishing a sword was not to create war, but to stop war.

To protect his family, to protect his companions, and to protect those who were full of hope for the future.

The days gradually moved forward, and before he knew it, it was Christmas Eve. It was already December 24th, but this year's snow had yet to arrive.

It just so happened that it was a Saturday and there was no school. Takeshi Yamamoto was eating breakfast when he received a call from Sawada Tsunayoshi.

"Okay, tomorrow is Christmas. My family also needs to buy some things, so it's on the way." Knowing that he was going to buy ingredients and decorations for Christmas, Takeshi Yamamoto immediately agreed.

He hung up the phone and stuffed the rest of his breakfast into his mouth. He picked up the plate and put it in the sink. He poked his head out of the kitchen and said to Tsuyoshi Yamamoto who was reading the newspaper, "Dad, is there anything you need to buy?

My friend asked me to accompany him to buy ingredients for tomorrow's festival and decorations to hang on the Christmas tree. "

Tsuyoshi Yamamoto thought for a moment and looked up from the newspaper. "I'll make a list for you."

Five minutes later, Takeshi Yamamoto took a small note out of the door.

"Wow!

This is Blue Wave's biscuit!

I'm not giving it to you! "

"Blue Wave!

The biscuit belongs to everyone, you can't eat it alone! "

Yamamoto, who had just arrived at the door and didn't have time to press the doorbell, could hear the voices of Blue Wave and Yiping through the door. He thought that Ah Gang's house was as lively as ever and pressed the doorbell.

'Ding Ling — —'

"Ah!

It must be Yamamoto-san, I'll open the door! "Accompanied by the sound of footsteps, the door was opened.

Tsunayoshi Shinoda, who was holding the doorknob, was overjoyed. "Good morning, Yamamoto-san."

"Good morning, Ah Gang."

Takeshi Yamamoto put his hands in his pockets and said with a smile, "Tomorrow is Christmas, if we don't go now, we won't be able to enter the mall."

"I know … but we're still missing Mr. Dino, we can leave when he drives over." Tsunayoshi Shinoda turned sideways. "Come in and sit for a while."

"Okay."

When he entered the living room, Takeshi Yamamoto found that there were quite a lot of people there. Jōdera, Reborn, Blue Wave, Yiping, Xiaochun, himself, Kuroda, and Dino, who didn't come, the purchasing team was quite spectacular!

"Hey, hello!" He raised his hand. "I can hear your voices from outside, it's so lively."

Hayato Jōdera snorted. "Tsk, you idiot is here too."

Haru Miura, who was full of energy, said, "Good morning, Mr. Yamamoto!"

Yiping said, "Good morning, Mr. Yamamoto."

Reborn leisurely sat on the sofa and drank coffee. "In order to let you sleep a little longer, Stupid Gang specially called you later. What a considerate leader."

"Eh?" Takeshi Yamamoto looked at Tsunayoshi Shinoda, who looked away embarrassedly.

"Yamamoto-san was sleeping and was woken up by me. It's not good …" Sawada Tsunayoshi's ears were slightly red, and he scratched his cheek. "I just wanted you to sleep more …"

Takeshi Yamamoto was so touched that he couldn't help but go forward and give Tsunayoshi Shinoda a big hug.

"Ah Gang, you're really super good!" He said happily. "I like you more and more!"

Boom —

Sawada Tsunayoshi, aged 14, died.

Beep beep —

The sound of a car horn came from outside the door, and then everyone heard Dino shouting outside, "I drove the car here, get in, everyone!"

Nana Shinoda, who had finished her makeup, quickly came downstairs with her bag. She smiled at everyone in the living room. "Children, the shopping has begun!"

"Oh!" After that, they ran to the entrance, put on their shoes, and went out.

Reborn stepped on Sawada Tsunayoshi's face, who was lying on the ground peacefully. "Foolish Principles, don't play dead, let's go out!"

"Ouch, ouch, ouch …" Sawada Tsunayoshi covered his face and got up from the ground miserably. "At least let me savor it a little longer …"

Reborn sneered. "Useless."

Sawada Tsunayoshi: "I'm so useless, I'm sorry!"

Dino didn't just drive one car, because he felt that there might be a lot of things to buy, and he was afraid that one car wouldn't be enough, so he asked his subordinates to drive two cars over.

Tomorrow was Christmas, and there were many discounts in the shopping mall. Of course, there were also many people.

"Hey, isn't this Kuroda!"

Yukawa Lehei, who saw a familiar face, came to their group and clenched his fists. "There's also Yamamoto and Jōdera … the ultimate fate!"

Tsunayoshi Shinoda's lips twitched. "Brother Lehei, you're in good spirits as usual."

"Brother …" Kyoko Sasakawa looked helpless as she said to them, "Brother and I are here to buy things for Christmas. Are you guys here too?"

"Of course!" Haru Miura happily held her arm. "Since we've met, let's go together!"

Hence, there were two more people in the shopping team.

All the women present went shopping together. Takeshi Yamamoto held the list in one hand and pushed the trolley to the wine section.

"Qingjiu, Qingjiu … ah, found it."

He reached out to pick up a bottle from the shelf and placed it in the trolley. As he was about to push the trolley away, he nearly bumped into someone walking towards him.

"That was close, that was close."

Takeshi Yamamoto hurriedly stopped the trolley and heaved a sigh of relief. He raised his head and looked at the person he almost bumped into. "Sorry, you're fine … Eh?"

It was a brown-haired man in a black suit. Other than gentleness in his brown eyes, there was something else that Takeshi Yamamoto couldn't understand.

Most importantly …

Takeshi Yamamoto rubbed his chin. "Sir, you look like the father of a friend of mine."