Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

"That's what my mother said too."

The little girl continued to sigh: "But I heard from my classmates that the things they knit themselves are very different from the things made by factory machines. If you look closely, it's easy to tell the difference."

"is it?"

Sano scratched his head. He didn't know much about this either. Was there really such a saying?

So, you're worried that your classmates will find out about your "buying instead of making" scheme?

Yes, some things can be forgiven if you hold your conscience in your heart.

But if it were exposed to the public, their pride might not be able to hold back.

Looking to the side, the little girl was staring at Sano with her big, bright eyes.

...This guy, could it be that he's thinking...?

"Don't even think about it, I wouldn't make that."

Sano snorted and turned his head away, trying to ignore the little girl's gaze.

However... the little girl still stared wide-eyed at Sano's back.

Okay, such a strong gaze, impossible to ignore.

Chapter 398, Heiji Hattori: That's right, my surname is Kuro (Black).

Facing those pitiful, hopeful, and expectant big eyes.

After hitting a row of dots, Sano reluctantly turned his head back.

"Okay, okay, I understand..."

Before Sano could even accept this troublesome task, he suddenly received another assignment: to personally weave the necessary items for the little girl's kindergarten charity sale and sell them.

Oh wow.

Sano's expression changed, and he patted his chest with confidence.

"Don't worry, leave this to me. I guarantee I'll handle it perfectly!"

"Whoa whoa whoa—!!!"

The little girl jumped up, her eyes sparkling like stars as she cheered and shouted to encourage Sano.

"Alright, alright, stop shouting, or the neighbors will come out and yell at you."

Sano stood up and patted the little girl's head: "Can you go back to sleep now?"

"Ok!"

The little girl, her face flushed with excitement, exclaimed, "Thank you so much, Uncle! Once the gloves are finished, I'll treat you to a big meal!"

"A feast?"

Sano couldn't help but chuckle, but instead of being sarcastic, he asked another question: "Why do you only request the gloves once they're finished? Does that mean you won't request them if they're not finished?"

The little girl blinked: "Our teacher said that one should not accept rewards without merit."

"Reality."

Sano didn't say anything more, waved his hand, said goodnight, and went home.

The next day, Sano went out and collected a bunch of materials. When he returned home, he started working on a glove-knitting tutorial book specifically for beginners.

To be honest, it was a bit boring, but Sano's patience was pretty good today.

Although Sano had never done anything like this in either of his lives, he felt it wasn't a big problem.

Having a 100-point agility attribute bonus is not just an improvement in movement and combat power.

Due to his abnormal control over his body, Sano can easily master skills that ordinary people would need countless hours of practice to acquire. In short, it's an enhanced learning ability, especially when combined with his abnormal "observational skills."

That's even more true.

Of course, this only applies to practical skills.

For example, various sports, or the driving skills taught by Amuro Tooru.

Learning content like mathematics requires strong logic and deep understanding.

That won't work.

In short, Sano felt that knitting a small glove shouldn't be a problem for him...

"What the hell is this thing?!"

In just a short while, Sano stared wide-eyed at the tangled mess of threads in front of him, unable to believe that the product he had created with his skillful hands would turn out like this.

That's fucking outrageous! It's even more fucking outrageous than Eri Kisaki's cooking!

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Sano pulled out a second set of materials and started "creating" again.

"I don't believe it! It was definitely because of inexperience!"

...Then an hour later, Sano quietly went out to buy more supplies.

After returning with a large bag of materials, Sano went back to work.

Then another day passed.

Sano also successfully wasted a day's worth of materials.

"..."

Looking at the pile of garbage in front of him, Sano's mouth twitched, his eyes bloodshot.

Faced with this fact, Sano had no choice but to admit it.

I really don't have that kind of talent.

No, this level is beyond what you'd call a lack of talent.

After all, even the least talented person will only progress very slowly.

It's even close to zero.

But Sano is doing it backwards; the more he does it, the worse it gets.

Is this reasonable?

That's completely unreasonable!

Sano went out somewhat dejectedly and leaned on the railing to smoke.

However, just as the cigarette was lit, Sano, taking advantage of his height, spotted a short, bouncy figure coming towards his house.

"...!"

After a few seconds of stunned silence, Sano suddenly realized what was happening, quickly stubbed out his cigarette, and retreated back into his house.

Sure enough, a moment later, there was a knock on the door of the Sano family.

"Uncle, are you home?"

The little girl asked cautiously through the door, as if afraid that Sano might be busy with something important and would be disturbed.

After waiting a few seconds without receiving a response, the little girl muttered to herself, "Is he not home? Then I'll come back tomorrow. Kamen Rider is about to start airing, I have to hurry back to watch it," and then she ran off.

...Will you come again tomorrow?

Sano, hiding behind the door, twitched at the corner of his mouth and turned his gaze to the pile of trash.

Fine, you're not getting any sleep tonight.

After sighing inwardly for a while, Sano quietly opened the door a crack, carefully observed the surroundings, slapped his forehead, and immediately entered his black cat form. He then swaggered away to purchase a new batch of materials.

Okay, let's triple the quantity this time.

And so, Sano worked on it all night again... to be precise.

It was all for nothing.

After falling asleep without realizing it, Sano slept among a pile of garbage until he woke up naturally the next day. He got up unsteadily, intending to go outside and see the sun.

As soon as Sano closed his eyes for a few seconds in the sun, he noticed something was wrong.

Turning my head, Ito Taka was embracing a woman and about to open the door.

"Good morning, Master."

Seeing Sano looking at him, Ito Taka raised his hand in greeting, then turned the woman in his arms around: "Let me introduce you, my girlfriend."

Sano: "?"

Looking at the girl not far away whose face seemed to scream "pure and innocent," Sano's still somewhat sluggish brain, having just turned on the camera, took a while to process what she was seeing.

...Did that woman from last time look like this?

Why is there such a big difference between wearing makeup and not wearing makeup?

Are they really doing a head transplant?

However, personally, Sano seems to look much better without makeup... no, wait.

Didn't this guy already introduce himself last time? Why is he introducing himself again?

Sano finally realized what was happening.

"You've changed your boyfriend?"

Ito Taka shrugged: "Hmm, love always comes so suddenly."

...Damn it, you're clearly a scumbag.

Sano rolled his eyes, but he didn't intend to be a nice guy and remind the girl. He turned away and remained silent.

Seeing this, Ito Taka was naturally delighted to enjoy a romantic night.

He put his arm around the girl and walked into the room.

...Damn, I forgot we haven't installed the soundproofing panels yet.

Sano realized something was wrong and quickly told them to stop.