He's a crossover character in anime/manga, and basically just very despicable.

In a family that values ​​martial arts and forging, he is physically weak and of low talent. In order to avoid being looked down upon, he studies magic books with great effort and aspires to become a master of theory.

However, it was of no use.

As a good-for-nothing in his clan, he was not even allowed access to the clan's library. His research materials were mostly taken from his ex-girlfriend's family, who had a background in the magic aristocracy. His research was mostly a summary, with little innovation.

It's alright though!

A glint flashed in Dosaki Tamakō's eyes.

Many years after his death, the Dosaki family was wiped out by that guy, with only Sugiiwa surviving.

While Sugii Dosaki was hiding at the bottom of a well, surviving by eating frogs, his own soul felt a certain resonance and entered Sugii Dosaki's ring, allowing him to teach his first disciple with the accumulated theories!

"drink--"

Dosaki Sugiiwa moved.

A heavy iron hammer, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, appeared in the blue-haired man's hand. His feet were planted awkwardly on the rock; he used his legs and waist to power the swing of the hammer—

"Chaotic Wind Hammer Technique!"

With effortless grace, the flying hammer transformed into a dark curtain around Dosaki Sugiiwa, and not a single drop of water fell on him.

"Sixty-four hammer blows... only the last layer remains..."

"rise!"

With the final hammer blow aimed high into the sky, the waterfall's flow reversed, shooting skyward.

"Once I can master the 81st strike... then I can take my revenge!"

I close my eyes, and that cruel, grinning face appears in my mind, etched into my very soul.

"Azami Kurosaki!"

Meanwhile, in Kyoto, at the main residence of the Shinomiya family.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Nao, but Lord Huang Guang does not allow anyone to disturb him."

Hearing the servant's words at the entrance of the training room, Hayasaka Nao frowned slightly in displeasure.

"Even the leaderless Sindora cake can't be tackled by Lord Huang Guang?"

“I’m sorry, Mr. Huang Guang said ‘anything,’ and he specifically pointed out that business matters are also not allowed.”

"All right......."

With a sigh, Hayasaka Nao turned and left.

She also attended yesterday's murder banquet as a representative of the Shinomiya main family, and for reasons of self-interest, she plans to report the matter.

After all, Hiroki is Thomas's only son and an unknown electronic genius. If he were to completely side with the Hyakushi family, it would undoubtedly be detrimental to both the Shinomiya and Hayasaka families.

"Xiao Ai is right..."

Kurosaki Azami, a guy I've never paid any attention to, is definitely up to no good!

————————————————The Crimson King———————————————————

"Alright, there's no one here now, so feel free to laugh if you want."

At 6 p.m., at Thomas's house, a man and a child sat facing each other.

"No need, sir. I should be more sad at this time."

Even so, Hiroki Sawada could hardly hide the smile in his eyes.

Next, he no longer bothered to hide his laughter, and the distorted, childish sound echoed in the soundproof room.

"So twisted? So filthy? This is really born of my father, raised by my adoptive father? Hahahaha, impossible, no way! What is this? Did my father actually give birth to a dog?"

"Are you satisfied now, Hiroki?"

The boy laughed until he was exhausted and breathing heavily, but he still clutched his stomach. Kurosaki Azami asked in a calm tone.

"No, that's not enough. That's not enough."

Wiping away the tears that streamed down his face from laughing hysterically, the white-haired boy shook his head.

"Indeed—I've finally found the answer to a life full of questions. It's a big step forward. However, it doesn't solve anything. I've just skipped the process and method of answering the questions."

"Then you should carefully study and understand the things I'm entrusting to you."

Kurosaki Azami reached out, and a silver-white murder weapon appeared on the coffee table.

"The RQ-7 single-soldier pistol, produced by the Black Army Factory under the Passion Organization, has a 12-round magazine, low recoil, and is almost silent. It has a formidable reputation in my gang wars."

The white-haired boy's reflection was in his black eyes, and a sense of joy was shared between the two.

"Justice can only exist if there is an evil that opposes it. The noblest ideal and the most vile desire have the same meaning."

"Death reaps lives with its scythe. I'm curious what happens when the scythe breaks. Could you break these scythes for me?"

Several photos appeared on the coffee table.

"Don't worry about your own feelings; you've simply found your own 'peace of mind'."

Her words, a blend of gentleness and firmness, and her confession-like tone, calmed Hiroki Sawada down.

"Kojima Genta, Tsuburaya Mitsuhiko, Yoshida Ayumi, Mori Kogoro, Fei Eri...

Food and lodging will be taken care of, but I will not allow you to carry any more weapons.

The twelve bullets, like the ring on Hiroki Sawada's hand, emitted a faint, jade-white light. These were the bones of Azami Kurosaki, and the runes drawn by Lucifer himself told any knowledgeable magician that whoever was hit by these bullets would only face death.

"Go, my lovely Hiroki, go and fulfill my wicked wish."

In response to Kurosaki Azami's order, Sawada Hiroki put away his pistol but did not leave.

"Excuse me, could I see Thomas one more time?"

"Sure, his body is in the next room. Go if you want."

Kurosaki Azami knew perfectly well that what Sawada Hiroki was going to do was definitely not something like keeping vigil for his godfather.

puff.

A faint sound came from next door, which did not escape Kurosaki Azami's hearing.

"Is it really a good idea to waste a bullet on a dead man, Hiroki?"

Seeing the blood on Hiroki's face, Kurosaki Azami smiled and asked...

"I need to familiarize myself with this weapon; besides, this is also my salute cannon."

The crimson blood that had trickled down to the corner of his mouth was licked away by his tongue, and a new demon had awakened.

"To celebrate my brand new birth!"

Chapter 137 [Do Not Scold a Child]

"Poor Mr. Hanzo, he passed away at such a young age..."

At a cemetery, the Maori family is bowing to express their grief, completely unaware that the deceased they are mourning is, in a sense, the one they killed.

"Yosh, we've finished with this family too."

After arranging the offerings, Kogoro Mouri turned to his daughter and gave her a weary smile:

"How many more are there, Xiaolan?"

Faced with an extremely high homicide rate around him, even the incredibly confident Kogoro Mouri couldn't bring himself to say something like, "It's the cases that are calling for a great detective."

Good heavens, I don't know what's been going on lately. Normally, we'd only encounter two murders a day at most, but in the last month or two, the Mori family has encountered more murders than Kogoro has been drinking!

Although the Mori family hasn't eaten out for a long time in order to have some peace and quiet, Ran still has to go grocery shopping!

The vegetable vendor died on the spot while buying groceries; Conan kicked a soccer ball into a tree, causing a celestial corpse to descend; and there's always a robber within a 200-meter radius of the street after you cross it...

Not to mention larger social events, more than half of Kogoro Mouri's old classmates are gone. Basically, he would attend one old classmate's funeral and then another old classmate would pass away with him. The funerals for the dead were more packed than those for celebrities.

Exhausted, Kogoro Mouri turned down all his recent requests and set aside a week to visit the graves of the deceased he knew.

"We still have five cemeteries to visit today, so I guess we won't be able to cook. Let's eat at a restaurant nearby then."

Even Xiaolan, who is an expert at housework, said, "I'm no longer capable. I've seen more dead people than living people. Who can stand it?"

"Oh, okay then... um?"

As the siren blared, Inspector Megure, a good friend of the citizens of Tokyo, made his appearance.

Because Josuke Higashikata's abilities were so outstanding, Inspector Megure's superior was replaced, allowing Inspector Megure, who was almost replaced by Josuke Higashikata, to remain in his original position.

"Brother Mori! The gatekeeper here is dead! We need your help!"

"I XXXXXX! (A profanity from the Mori family)"

With a face like a burnt-out salted fish, Kogoro Mori followed with zombie-like steps, turning back to give his dear little darling a few words of advice:

"Xiao Lan, Dad wants to set up an online office..."

————————————————The Crimson King—————————————————

The vines on the walls resembled coiled venomous snakes, and the angel statues on the roof wore wicked smiles; decadence and decay permeated this gloomy manor.

This is Azami Kurosaki's dwelling place, the Hellish Azami Mansion.

"Have the powers that fate has bestowed upon the three 'heroes' begun to take effect?"

The fountain pen leaves streaks of black ink on the pristine white paper, doing the same thing as its owner.

"Information came from Becky that someone witnessed a fleeting golden light near Provence, and there were similar reports in Beika Town."

Suddenly, Kurosaki Azami's mind clicked as he sensed a new message from his subordinate.

Does the Shinomiya family main residence in Kyoto also have this phenomenon? That's interesting.

As for where the news came from?

All Kurosaki Azami can say is that not killing Ogino Hikaru was definitely the right choice back then.

It's fair to say that Ogino Hikaru hasn't drunk any liquid other than white in the past month. If it weren't for the occasional food with "pearl jam" in it, this kid would have died in some woman's or man's belly long ago.

As for the news from Hikawa Hospital that "Hikaru Ogino's body can no longer withstand further reconstructive surgery"?

Just kidding, it's just that they can't handle human methods.