Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

"Sigh... another childhood sweetheart? How enviable."

Sonoko Suzuki pouted and sighed, "It's a pity. I don't know why I just can't bring myself to have bad feelings for my senior. I wonder which girl will end up with him."

As she spoke, Sonoko Suzuki looked at Sano on the other side, and noticing that Hattori Heiji next to him seemed a little off, she asked, "But, did something happen between Hattori and Senpai?"

"Ah... that's because, last time we came to Osaka, Hattori accidentally slapped his senior..."

Ran Mouri, who was initially ashamed by Sonoko Suzuki's outspoken remarks, began to explain the situation.

Before Ran Mouri could even finish speaking, Sonoko Suzuki exploded: "What?! This black guy actually dared to hit my people?! I'll make him pay!!"

Sonoko Suzuki had already heard about Heiji Hattori from Ran Mouri, so she knew that in addition to being a famous high school detective, he also had a father who was a high-ranking official.

But so what?

Although strictly speaking, businessmen are not as good as officials, quantitative changes can lead to qualitative changes. Take the Suzuki Group's enormous financial resources, for example, let alone Hattori Heizo.

Even if it were the highest-ranking leader in the current Japanese police system, if he offended Suzuki Sonoko, he could completely disregard her, let alone Hattori Heiji, who is his son.

You dare to hit Sano? You think you don't exist?!

After letting out a howl, Suzuki Sonoko bared her teeth and claws, ready to pounce on Hattori Heiji and avenge her innocent and beloved senior who had been wronged.

Of course, Ran Mouri, who was covered in cold sweat, stopped her.

"Gen, Genko, let me finish!"

Ran Mouri then whispered the whole story to Sonoko Suzuki, including how Sano beat Heiji Hattori so badly that his head was slapped, and how he kicked him at the last minute.

This caused Sonoko Suzuki, who had been furious, to immediately deflate.

...Hmm, looking at it this way, I suddenly feel a little sorry for Hattori Heiji.

Having learned everything about herself, Suzuki Sonoko awkwardly looked away from Hattori Heiji, whose already dark face had darkened even more from the commotion.

Seeing that Suzuki Sonoko had stopped being so loud and boisterous, Hattori Heiji snorted coldly... Of course, he wouldn't go and argue with a girl about anything.

Although, given the other party's status, if things really escalate, it will only be Hattori Heiji who suffers.

Damn rich kids, they're so enviable, especially those who are rolling in money!

Hattori Heiji gritted his teeth secretly, then yawned and wiped away the tears from the corner of his eyes.

Ok?

This seems to be the third time Hattori Heiji has yawned since we met.

Conan noticed something was wrong, narrowed his eyes, and then asked directly, "Hattori, didn't you sleep well last night?"

"Ah... it's not that I didn't sleep well, it's that I didn't sleep much at all."

Hattori Heiji muttered in reply, "You have no idea what a big thing happened in Osaka last night."

"what's up?"

Conan's curiosity was successfully piqued: "Is there some particularly complicated case?"

"That's not it."

Heiji Hattori sighed: "It's the Black Reaper."

"...The Black Reaper??"

Conan was immediately filled with confusion: "You mean that Black Reaper from Tokyo? They've come to Osaka???"

"Yes, just last night."

Hattori Heiji's memories drifted back to the previous night, and he began to recount his experiences with great emotion, causing Sano's thoughts to drift along with him.

……

It's 1 a.m.

This is a magical moment in time.

For some, this is the most crucial moment of their dream.

For some, however, this is just the beginning of their nightlife.

On a street in Osaka, thousands of delinquents armed with sticks gathered together, while further away, only a few hundred police officers watched from a distance.

"Dad, what's going on?"

Hattori Heiji, who had secretly followed his father after noticing him rushing out in the middle of the night, was shocked by the group of delinquents gathered together.

Heiji, what brings you here?

Hattori Heizo, his brow furrowed, glanced at his son and said, "Never mind, just stand here and don't move."

"...No, at least tell me what's going on?"

Hattori Heiji said somewhat dejectedly. He had originally thought that some complicated case had occurred, which was why he had followed along, but it turned out to be just... a fight between thugs?

Although the number of these thugs seems rather alarming.

"Can't you tell? It's delinquents fighting."

Upon hearing Hattori Heizo's reply, Hattori Heiji immediately typed a line of dots.

Heiji Hattori wasn't blind, so he could tell that the people gathered together were mostly teenagers around his age, and it couldn't possibly be some yakuza members causing trouble.

Moreover, as Hattori Heizo's son, Hattori Heiji had some understanding and contact with these...secret issues by chance.

Generally speaking, members of the yakuza would not be foolish enough to openly oppose the authorities.

...The "opposition" here does not actually refer to rebellion, but rather to violating the rules.

For yakuza to be legal in Japan, they must either obediently follow the orders of the authorities or be very sensible and know how to manage their relationships with the public.

Even if they do bad things, they will only do them to a few individuals. Going against the masses is just asking for trouble.

Therefore, even if there are conflicts between yakuza organizations, they would not swagger around gathering so many people to cause trouble in the city center, otherwise they would be forced to disappear the next day.

As for delinquent youths, various factors have made it somewhat difficult for the authorities to act.

But none of that matters. What matters is...

"Why are so many delinquents gathered here? And why do I get the feeling that they don't intend to start a fight?"

Hattori Heiji, too lazy to complain about his father's brief answer, chose to ask directly.

"Because tonight's fight wasn't just an ordinary brawl among delinquents, but rather..."

Before Hattori Heizo could finish speaking, he suddenly straightened his back slightly and looked at the other side with a serious expression: "They're here."

coming?

What's coming?

A bewildered Heiji Hattori followed suit, equally bewildered.

Under the dim lights of the night, a dozen or so black figures emerged and walked towards the group of delinquents from Osaka who had gathered together.

These people all seemed to be dressed in the same uniform, with black trench coats embroidered with red lettering, and black masks with only one word on them that were relatively easy to read.

It is the character 【殺】.

"Black Death..."

The delinquents in Osaka also noticed these people, and instantly dropped their nonchalant attitudes, becoming serious or angry as they perked up.

...Unlike Tokyo, Osaka was not Sano's birthplace, there was no Black Death, and no Black Reaper, so there was no unification at all, it was a complete mess.

They were only able to discuss the matter after suddenly receiving a challenge from the Black Reaper, and they eventually united temporarily to fight the enemy together.

Even temporary teams need a temporary leader.

The person in charge of this position is a young man with a samurai-style hairstyle, who was also the leader of the strongest gangster organization in Osaka.

...He's roughly equivalent to the blond guy who was the former leader of the Black Angels and is now the second-in-command of the Black Reaper.

Samurai-headed man squinted, his grip on the baseball bat tightening unconsciously.

Black Reaper is currently the most famous rampage organization in Japan. The speed and absurdity of its rise to power are unprecedented in the history of rampage organizations, if not unparalleled.

Legendary level?

No, it's mythical level!

It's natural that some people would feel fear towards such a being.

...and some even yearned for it and attempted to betray and defect to the enemy.

Of course, as an outstanding delinquent, it's impossible to be afraid of someone like Samurai Head. While there's some longing, there's even more anger and anticipation.

The latter is because they want to get close to such myths, or even fight against them, while the former is because of the other party's arrogance.

...Actually, the fact that the Black Reaper came to attack Osaka was quite...unexpected.

Tokyo and Osaka are quite far apart, and they're not like two neighbors in an apartment building that's within easy reach.

Generally speaking, to achieve something like dominating the entire country, one must fight one region after another, slowly engulfing and spreading like a flame.

After all, battles between large regions usually involve a large number of people. Such a large-scale movement naturally cannot traverse very far. Therefore, the fact that the Black Reaper skipped the central region to challenge Osaka is truly... unruly and illogical. At the same time, it is probably precisely because of this that only a dozen or so people have come to Osaka.

It was both unexpected and extremely arrogant.

They think they can conquer Osaka with just a dozen people? Even movie stars wouldn't dare to be that arrogant!

"Let's go say hello to Shinhwa!"

At the samurai's command, the delinquents behind him immediately followed and walked forward.

On one side were a dozen or so figures dressed in uniform black, while on the other side were tens of thousands of people, who, though without any uniform markings, moved at breakneck speed, blocking the entire road like a tidal wave.

The contrast is stark, and the difference is enormous.

Under Sano's leadership, the members of the special attack team did not show the slightest fear; on the contrary, they became even more excited.

...Of course, they didn't think that after a period of special training, they would be strong enough to fight against a hundred or even a thousand.

But as long as the person in front takes the lead, they never feel like they're going to lose, which is somewhat... well, like dogs relying on their master's power.

On the wide street, Sano and his group walked with a very dashing stride. Their special attack uniforms swayed with each step, and their masks with the word "kill" on them made their eyes appear even colder.

The momentum began to rise steadily.

In a daze, Sano seemed to hear the background music playing again.