Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

"You serve first."

Sano throws the ball to the other side.

Amuro Tooru bounced the ball twice, squinted his eyes, and then didn't stop.

A powerful serve flew in quickly.

Sano quickly moved to catch up and swung his racket...it hit the net.

"...Again."

When the second serve came, Sano quickly returned the ball, and then... the ball flew away.

"...Again."

After a dozen or twenty serves in a row.

Although Sano's touch seemed to be getting better and better, not a single ball could land accurately back on Amuro Tooru's side of the court... The control required for this thing was much higher than he had imagined, not to mention...

Sano will never be able to retaliate completely.

However, this thing does require a learning and mastering process... especially since Sano is facing a "master" like Amuro Tooru, making a complete counterattack even more difficult.

...After about twenty or thirty more balls, I can barely manage to return the ball and move on to the next stage.

Sano had a plan in mind.

"Again."

Sano plans to seize the opportunity today, become a tennis master, and advance to the national championships... no, I mean, to regain his pride and defeat Amuro Tooru.

However, Amuro Tooru was already out of breath and helplessly said that he needed to rest.

...Sano's counterattacks are becoming more and more reliable, partly due to his own progress, but also because of Amuro Tooru's "regression".

Unlike Sano, Amuro Tooru's serve is very physically demanding.

This puts a significant strain on the muscles, especially the wrists.

This is similar to Amuro Tooru throwing punches with all his might, almost the same number of serves... The human body is not so great after all. The conversion relationship between the duration of "power generation" and the power of "power generation" often increases exponentially. The simplest and most suitable example for comparison is the marathon and the 100-meter sprint.

Of course, if it's a body like Kyogoku Makoto's... well.

"Ha, you're still a long way off."

After making a silly, self-amusing remark, Sano waved his hand and said, "Alright, if you're feeling weak, go rest over there. Anyone else want to come up and play a round?"

"Me! Me! Me!!"

Before Amuro Tooru could even show his anger, the little girl, holding the toddler racket that Sano had specially rented for her, excitedly raised her hand... Originally, if Conan hadn't been hit so accurately, the two children, one big and one small, would have been...

We can still get together and play together.

Conan is currently recuperating in the villa with bandages on his back. Although Ran Mouri can play with the little girl, it's really just play, and it's not very interesting.

Now that she has a chance to play, the little girl naturally won't let it pass.

"Okay."

Sano didn't refuse and let the little girl go on stage, and then... he ravaged her.

Sano seemed to understand what Amuro Tooru had felt earlier... Even though his opponent was a little girl who was only in kindergarten, it didn't stop him from giving it his all. Only by going all out could he show the greatest respect to his opponent!

Chapter 572, 575: Three seconds of eye contact will make your heart flutter.

Through this experience, Sano also came to know another side of Amuro Tooru.

My wrist hurts a little.

If Sano had held back, he could have easily dominated the game and even played until dark, but he didn't, and thus he also became "kidney-deficient".

"Heh, it seems you still have a long way to go."

After saying another cringey line, Sano decided to leave.

"Alright, that's enough playing. It's about time to go back for lunch, we're all starving."

The girl opposite was even more tired than Sano, but her face was rosy. Apart from being tired, she was only excited and happy, and there was nothing about her being angry or upset.

Upon hearing Sano's words, Amuro Tooru and the others next to him nodded in agreement.

"That girl seemed to have said she wanted to eat cold noodles with Chinese flowers for lunch. Xiaolan and I are going to the convenience store over there to buy some things. You guys can go back first."

The group of people temporarily split into two groups.

The three of them, Sano, the two adults and the one child, went back first, while the two best friends went to the convenience store.

As soon as I entered, I saw two familiar figures enjoying the air conditioning.

"Oh, Mr. Ito, and... um, Mr. Fuku, hello there."

Sonoko Suzuki walked up and greeted them in a very casual manner.

I hesitated for a few seconds only about the name of Sano Black Fox.

...What kind of weird title is "Mr. Fu"?

Sano's lips twitched slightly before he said helplessly, "Just call me Black Fox."

"Black Fox?"

The two best friends were both startled at the same time. They looked at each other and unconsciously recalled the assassin who had almost scared them to death a couple of days ago.

...That's really quite bizarre.

The duo shivered, but didn't think much of it. They simply sat down curiously and asked, "...Mr. Black Fox's Fox, is it a transliteration of the word 'fox'? Why would he have such a name?"

Even if it's just one in ten thousand, someone might actually be named Fox, which means fox.

Shouldn't people be called "Black Fox"?

It's more like a nickname than a name.

Ran Mouri stroked her chin: "Speaking of which, FOX... I think I know two people with that nickname... and both of their nicknames mean Silver Fox, but the difference is that one is an assassin and the other is a kidnapper. So far, only the latter has been caught."

"There are actually two more Silver Foxes?"

Ito Taka interjected with a question.

"correct."

Ran Mouri had barely managed to respond when she sensed something was off and asked, "Mr. Ito, have you also heard of Silver Fox... the assassin?"

"Ah."

Ito Taka nodded: "Japan's top assassins, I've heard a bit about them."

"Too."

Ran Mouri still didn't think much of it.

Sano then spoke up to answer the previous question.

"Because I chose this name myself, it's quite casual."

"You chose it yourself?"

The two best friends were stunned for a moment before they reacted.

"Mr. Black Fox, are you an orphan...?"

Looking at the two people whose eyes revealed a hint of caution, apology, and embarrassment.

Sano calmly took a sip of his coffee... a bottled coffee he bought at a convenience store, and said, "Don't be so nervous. I'm used to this. It won't matter if I mention it casually... Even if it does, I'm not that petty."

"I see..."

The two best friends smiled politely.

Then Ran Mouri turned to Sano with curiosity and asked, "But Mr. Black Fox, have you had any contact with Conan? I think I heard him muttering something about... red eyes or something while he was eating."

As he spoke, Sano's eyes became the target of everyone's criticism.

Those curious and inquisitive gazes left Sano feeling slightly helpless.

"There must be some misunderstanding. If it's not a problem with that child, then you must have misheard... because my eyes are purple."

"Purple?"

The two best friends seemed to be getting more and more interested... There are quite a few eye colors in the world of Detective Conan. Normally, brown is the most common, followed by black... Of course, there are slight differences between the East and the West, but in this world...

Green and blue have become common colors, even in the East.

But whether it's red or purple, it's just too special.

It's no wonder the two best friends were gossiping about it.

"...Mr. Black Fox's eyes are too small to see clearly at all."

Sonoko Suzuki stared into Sano's eyes for a few seconds and then said this.

Sano: "..."

Ito Taka: "..."

Ran Mouri: "..."

"The garden!!"

Ran Mouri grabbed Sonoko Suzuki, who looked regretful, her face slightly flushed.

...It was simply awkward.

When Ito Taka realized what was happening, he burst out laughing: "Hahaha, Miss Suzuki is quite the joker... But unfortunately, my master's eyes aren't small, so he can't see them. He's just squinting on purpose."

After instinctively making a mocking remark, Ito Taka still offered an explanation for Sano.

...Well, after all, Ito Taka was still hoping to get his hands on the textbook on disguise techniques.

The money has already been paid, and we're just waiting for the final step. We can't afford to fail here.

Faced with Ito Taka's explanation, Suzuki Sonoko became even more puzzled, pondering, "Deliberately squinting... that's impossible, what reason could there be?"

"Perhaps they felt that purple eyes were too flashy and wanted to avoid some trouble."

After Ito Taka finished speaking, Suzuki Sonoko immediately leaned back strategically and looked Sano up and down, noticing the striking kimono and mask on his body.