Tokyo: After years of stagnation, the heiress of the yakuza arrives.

What's with the pink hair?

Is this a new and unusual surname that has emerged abroad?

Silently, the principal donned a mask of pain, and a smile that seemed to have swallowed Shi whole…

If the person opposite him wasn't the head of the Jingu family, he would have asked him right now, "Do you even know what you're saying?"

I don't know her name, her phone number, or when she'll be there. The only thing I'm sure of is that tomorrow a "little pink-haired girl" who just returned from abroad will be at the school to complete her enrollment procedures, and her identity seems to be quite extraordinary.

What is this mission called?

This is like finding a needle in a haystack!

They still won't give you a needle!

The headmaster, holding his phone, twitched slightly on his chubby face. After a moment of silence, he cautiously probed, "Master, is this little pink-haired girl you mentioned... a name, or a physical characteristic?"

"Of course..."

Jingu Yoshiko paused for a moment on the other end of the phone.

Immediately afterwards, the principal heard the sound of fingers rapidly tapping on the screen, as if someone was searching for something, occasionally mixed with the rustling sound of snack packaging being pried open.

"It must be physical characteristics, right?"

headmaster:"……"

Why is it "should" again?

Can't we give a definite answer to such a serious matter?

"And her real name..."

"Didn't I tell you, little pink-haired girl!"

Jingu Yoshiko's tone suddenly became self-righteous, as if as long as her voice was loud enough, the way she was addressed could automatically be upgraded to her official name in the household registration system.

The principal opened his mouth, but then hesitated and stopped.

Forget it.

Little Pink Hair is fine. Foreigners' names are always weird. Maybe there really is a family with the surname Little Pink Hair abroad. It's like the prefixes Feng, De, Fan, or Mike. When translated into Japanese, it becomes the three characters "Little Pink Hair".

You shouldn't easily question what important people say.

Especially someone like Yoshiko Jingu, a powerful figure who can make doubters physically disappear!

"Okay, I've got it."

The principal picked up a pen and wrote the three words "Little Pink Hair" with great difficulty on the paper, with a huge question mark next to it.

After thinking for a moment, I added a small line of text at the end.

[It might be pink hair.]

This is the most reasonable inference he can make based on the limited information he currently has.

"Alright, that's all. I have important things to do. The rest is up to you. If you mess it up, I'll kill you..."

Jingu Yoshiko's voice was quite casual, as if the last few words were not a threat to the personal safety of a university president, but a reminder to bring an umbrella if it rains tomorrow.

The principal's smile froze instantly.

"Master, please wait a moment, I have a few more questions..."

"Hey Da Mei, stop pretending to be dead! Get up! That was just a strategic mistake. Victory and defeat are common for rats!"

On the other end of the phone, Miko Jingu no longer paid attention to the principal; her attention had completely shifted elsewhere.

"So what if Big Black is a little bigger than you, has a slightly more pointed head, and sharper claws? Has it ever eaten its own kind? What's there to be afraid of?"

"Come on, finish today's training first: 500 laps on the wheel, plus a scoop of protein powder. Then, in the next fight, just slide over and elbow it hard in the belly!"

"squeak--!"

A sharp squeaking sound came through the phone.

The principal held his phone, his eyes growing increasingly blank.

What's so beautiful about it?

What big black thing?

What do you mean by running 500 times?

Has the Jingu family already begun training a special animal combat unit?

"Da Mei" sounds like the code name of a leader of an underground force, while "Da Hei" sounds more like a high-ranking member of a rival family. As for the sliding tackle and elbow strike, could they be some kind of code that only members of the Jingu family can understand?

The principal quickly pictured two burly men in black suits with menacing faces, one codenamed "Da Mei" and the other "Da Hei," locked in a fierce battle in an underground boxing ring, surrounded by members of the Jingu family.

really!

The world of important people is beyond the comprehension of an ordinary school principal like him!

On the other end of the phone, Miko Jingu was squatting next to Daimei's deluxe terrarium, holding her phone in one hand and a small spoonful of protein powder in the other, gently shaking it above the food bowl.

Da Mei clung to the far corner of the enclosure, its two paws gripping the small wooden house tightly. Upon seeing the familiar white powder, instead of approaching as usual, it shrank back.

After her close encounter with Dahei, Da Mei's life has undergone a dramatic change.

Previously, Da Mei thought she was the strongest fancy rat in the Jingu family. She lived in a separate large apartment, ate specially prepared nutritious meals, and received advanced training equipment every day. Looking at the entire fancy rat world, she should be considered one of the top strong ones.

until that day.

A huge, black monster with a pointed head and a terrifying aura emanating from the sewers was thrown into a breeding box by Shido Kuroba.

Da Mei's worldview has shattered.

The outside world is so dangerous!

It turns out that the differences between rodents can be greater than the differences between rodents and humans!

Even more terrifying, instead of understanding Daimei's fear, Jingu Yoshiko mistakenly believed that it had broken through its limits under immense pressure and unleashed its potential. From that day on, she increased the intensity of its training, trying to make Daimei complete its revenge in the next battle.

"Da Mei, you have to believe in yourself!"

Jingu Yoshiko lay outside the transparent enclosure, extending a finger to cheer on her beloved fancy mouse through the glass.

"Big Black is just a self-taught dog without any professional training. You're different. You eat imported feed, drink purified water, run on a professional running wheel every day, and your mom personally designs a training plan for you. As long as you stick to it, you'll beat it sooner or later!"

Da Mei: "Squeak..."

Is it possible that its only wish now is to never see that terrifying big black rat again in its lifetime?

"Da Mei, cheer up!"

"Don't tremble at the mention of Big Black. Next time you see it, intimidate it with your eyes, then before it can react, slide tackle and attack its lower body!"

As Jingu Yoshiko spoke, she became more and more excited, and in her mind, she could already picture Daimi with her muscular body, wearing boxing gloves, fiercely beating up Daikoku under the spotlight.

"I've already come up with a new tactic for you. First, circle around it to wear it down. When it gets hungry, then throw out the high-quality food you've prepared!"

"The best time to attack is when it lowers its head to eat!"

"That's what they call 'all's fair in war'!"

Da Mei: "..."

After the food is thrown out, is it really necessary to continue fighting?

Why not just let Big Black eat its fill and then everyone go home?

"Oh, and we also need to train our resilience under pressure!"

Jingu Yoshiko seemed to have come up with a brilliant idea. She quickly grabbed the tablet from the side, opened the large black video she had secretly filmed earlier, zoomed in on the image, and placed it directly outside the terrarium.

On the screen, Big Black was sitting on the ground, holding a chicken breast that it had somehow gotten its hands on with its two paws, its pointed head bobbing up and down as it chewed rapidly.

Da Mei: "!!!"

"squeak--!"

Da Mei's fur instantly bristled as she released the small wooden house, turned around, and rushed onto the running wheel, her four short legs leaving only a blur in her wake.

"Well done, Da Mei! That's the spirit!"

Jingu Yoshiko excitedly waved her fist.

"Run! Take down Big Black!"

beep--

The call was abruptly ended.

The principal stood beside the desk, only a cold, busy tone filling his ears. His hand, holding the pen, froze in mid-air, as if his soul had been ripped away.

After a long while, the principal looked down at what he had just written down.

[The girl with pink hair, possibly pink-haired, is a transfer student from abroad. She'll be arriving tomorrow, but the exact time, contact information, and real name are unknown.]

The last line contained a special instruction from Yoshiko Jingu.

If you mess this up, I'll kill you.

headmaster:"……"

Is this the legendary undeserved disaster?

He stayed home quietly late at night, neither bothering nor offending anyone. He was even reluctantly selecting precious tonics to give to Kuroba Shido. How did he suddenly get a mission that would kill him?

Most importantly, he didn't even know who the person he was supposed to receive was!

The principal really wanted to call back to ask for more specific information, but as soon as his finger touched the dial button, Jingu Yoshiko's last words, "I have important things to do here," echoed in his mind.

The important things that important people talk about are definitely not trivial matters.

If Jingu Yoshiko is organizing an internal family meeting to discuss how to deal with a hostile force codenamed Daikoku, wouldn't calling her at this time be like walking into the line of fire?

No.

We can't fight!

As Jingu Yoshiko just mentioned, the other party will contact him proactively, so he just needs to remember to answer whenever someone adds him as a friend or calls him.

The principal glanced at the time.

9:47 PM.

It's still early.

Wait a little longer, there should be news soon.

With that in mind, the principal turned the phone volume up to the maximum, turned on vibration and call flash, turned off blocking unknown numbers, and also granted all friend verification permissions to Green Bubble.

To prevent his phone from suddenly running out of power, he even found a charging cable and plugged in his phone, which only had 63% battery left. He wished he could connect two backup generators to ensure that he wouldn't miss any messages due to power issues for the next 24 hours.

After doing all this, the principal sat upright behind his desk, placed his hands on his knees, and stared intently at his phone screen.

A minute passed.

No news.

Five minutes passed.

Still no news.

Ten minutes later, the phone suddenly vibrated, and the principal's eyes widened abruptly. His body seemed to be springy, and he instantly sat up from his chair.

coming!

The screen lights up.

The store you're following is launching a summer cooling promotion...

headmaster:"……"

delete.

continue waiting.

A dozen minutes later, the phone suddenly rang. The principal was so startled that he almost swept the box containing cordyceps to the ground. After answering, he immediately adjusted his tone.

"Hello, are you Ms. Sawamura?"

"Hello, this is the Tokyo Professional Home Loan Service Center. Do you have any recent financial needs...?"

"roll!"

The principal hung up the phone, blocked the number, and put the phone back in front of him.

I was almost scared to death!

If you're going to take out a loan, why are you making phone calls so late at night?

What if the real Ms. Sawamura can't be contacted because this scammer is busy?

This is not a loan.

This is murder!

The principal grew angrier the more he thought about it, and even planned to have the school's legal department check the number the next day. However, remembering that he had a more important task at hand, he could only suppress his anger and continue staring at his phone.

half an hour.

One hour.

No new friend requests have appeared on my phone.

The principal's eyes gradually became dry. He reached out to rub them, but was afraid that the message would pop up the moment he raised his hand, so he could only force himself to hold it in.

It's just not blinking, isn't it?

simple!

Back then, in order to become the president of Kamikawa University, he accompanied his predecessor fishing. He didn't dare to put away his fishing rod for a whole day and ended up feeding on mosquitoes by the river all night.

If you can tolerate that kind of thing, what's a little staring at your phone now?

adhere to!

If you successfully pick up the person and arrange the enrollment procedures, you can not only avoid being humiliated, but you might also leave a good impression on the head of the Jingu family as someone who is reliable.

This is a rare opportunity!

The principal's eyes gradually hardened. He reached out and adjusted the desk lamp to its brightest setting, leaning forward as if his face were pressed against the phone screen.

Even if he doesn't sleep all night, he absolutely won't miss any news!

……

At the same time.

Bulgari Hotel, Tokyo.

Inside the presidential suite for two, a huge television screen was playing a food program. On camera, a chef was slicing a piece of fatty bluefin tuna belly into thin slices with a sharp long knife.

Yoshiko Sawamura lay on the soft bed, swinging her legs behind her, hugging a pillow, watching intently.

In the past, upon seeing such high-end tuna dishes, Yoshiko Sawamura would have already been drooling and researching the location of the restaurant featured in the program, as well as how quickly she could make a reservation.

It's different now.

After several life-or-death battles, the great mother has developed rather complex feelings for the bluefin tuna.

want to eat.

I'm scared.

Especially when she saw the chef put the fish on the vinegared rice, Yoshiko Sawamura's throat tightened involuntarily. A terrifying image flashed through her mind: she choked on sushi, fell to the ground, rolled her eyes, and was almost sent to see her great-grandmother on the spot.

In the program, the chef picks up a piece of sushi and shows it to the camera.

Yoshiko Sawamura shrank back, picked up the remote control, and decisively changed the channel.

hateful!

Once she masters the Heimlich maneuver, she'll definitely take on the challenge again and wash away the shame brought on by the sushi!

buzz-

My phone, which was on the bedside table, suddenly vibrated.

Yoshiko Sawamura reached out and fumbled around for a moment, then picked it up and glanced at it. She saw that it was a call from Clay and immediately answered it.

"Clay, is it done?"

"It's all arranged."

On the other end of the phone, Clay leaned back in his office chair, with unfinished documents in front of him, his tone tinged with a mix of helplessness and relaxation.

"I've contacted a friend in Tokyo. Someone from Kamikawa University will be there to pick you up soon. I've already sent you the contact person and account number. Just add them and confirm your arrival time at the university tomorrow."

"So fast?"

Yoshiko Sawamura's eyes lit up, and she sat up abruptly from the bed.

"I knew asking you would be fine!"

Clay smiled and said, "It's nothing, sister-in-law, you don't need to be so polite."

It's more than just a small matter.

With the Sawamura family's current capabilities, it wouldn't be difficult for them to send Sawamura Ritsuki to Kamikawa University as an exchange student, or even to change schools at the last minute. However, dealing with local Tokyo affairs through overseas connections always involves an extra step.

Clay contacted Jingu Yoshiko directly, which naturally made things much simpler.

"How have you been feeling since arriving in Tokyo? Have you encountered any difficulties adjusting?"

Clay paused for a moment, then asked one more question.

He couldn't possibly be completely unconcerned that Yoshiko Sawamura and Ritsuki Sawamura had gone abroad on their own, especially given that his sister-in-law's life skills were always difficult to assess accurately.

While one might say she lacks any life skills, Yoshiko Sawamura can travel alone to a foreign country, drive, handle basic tasks, and even demonstrate some judgment when faced with danger.

But if there is...

Yoshiko Sawamura was also one of those people who was scammed in an online romance and ended up traveling overseas.

Having such a person around makes you feel like they're adorably silly, but if you put them thousands of kilometers away, all you feel is worry.

"Not used to it?"

Yoshiko Sawamura glanced at the TV screen subconsciously.

After switching channels, the food program disappeared, replaced by a marine documentary. The footage showed a large group of bluefin tuna swimming at high speed in the deep sea.

Yoshiko Sawamura: "..."