Chapter 382: Simply Being Killed Once
“Uncle Fukada?”
Looking at the contact on her phone screen with a white name, Kazumi, who was wiping her hair with a towel, was stunned.
The young girl was completely at a loss when it came to her uncle, who was rarely seen. Usually, if she sent a message, he wouldn’t be able to reply immediately, and he would leisurely reply after ten days or half a month, saying he was busy with work and asking about her life.
You know, Kurokawa, as an executive of the organization, wasn’t this busy and even had time to go out and date. Kazumi’s unlucky uncle was just a regular team leader, yet he was so busy. It really showed that no matter how different the world was, the fate of the working people remained similar.
When she had revealed that spectacular sight before, the young girl had already set her sights on Fukada Akihiko.
Although her uncle’s resources were definitely not as good as Kurokawa Iori, an executive, Kazumi could clearly distinguish between her own uncle and a stranger leader, and know who would treat her better. Moreover, Fukada Akihiko was a veteran employee, so he shouldn’t lack channels in this regard.
Looking at the still vibrating phone, the young girl’s jet-black eyes darted around. A despicable thought arose in her heart. She decisively opened her mouth and then put her fingers into her throat.
The foreign object in her throat activated her body’s natural vomiting reflex, followed by a forceful surge from the inside out. Feeling the tears and snot that had already flowed out, the young girl, using the sticky moisture in her nasal cavity, picked up the phone beside her and pressed the answer button.
Without a trace, she brought her nose close to the receiver and sniffed gently. With a voice tinged with a faint sob, she spoke intermittently and easily.
“Fukada… Uncle Fukada…”
…
“Uncle Fukada!”
The black energy dissipated from his body. The old and familiar environment gave him a nostalgic and warm feeling. The cute girl, who rushed into his arms before his energy had completely dispersed, made Fukada Akihiko’s fatigue from expending energy across more than half of Neon completely disappear. It was as if an endless stream of power surged from his body. He reached out and embraced the girl, who was radiating a pitiable emotion, in his arms.
“Eh, what’s wrong, little Kazumi? It’s not good for a girl to cry.”
After completely dispersing the energy from his body, Fukada Akihiko sat down on a chair with a helpless smile.
He had just finished the negotiation task assigned by the organization. When he saw the greeting message from the young girl, he wanted to call and ask about her situation. But he didn’t expect Kazumi to speak to him with a crying voice as if she had been bullied. Even though she kept saying that nothing was wrong, as her uncle, he couldn’t be more worried.
“No… No!”
As if her vital point had been struck, the girl who was in the man’s arms squirmed shyly a few times, but her cheeks were still pressed against Fukada Akihiko’s chest, unwilling to come out. She was like a little girl who had been greatly bullied and was crying in her father’s arms, her hands tightly embracing him.
“Yes, yes, our little Kazumi is the strongest. Can you tell Uncle what happened? Did that brat make you angry?”
Reaching out to pat the girl’s frail and slender back, Fukada Akihiko looked at the stubborn little girl with amusement and voiced his guess.
For girls of this age, what would cause such a big emotional fluctuation was probably only romance.
Although Fukada Akihiko was grateful to Sato Shinichi, it was also thanks to that brat that Kazumi could hide in his arms and cry like a little girl.
But even so, if the culprit who made Kazumi so sad was him, Fukada Akihiko wouldn’t mind letting him experience the methods of resolving problems in the adult world.
“No! Uncle Fukada, what are you talking about!”
As if her tail had been stepped on, the girl suddenly lifted her head. Her flushed cheeks still had faint tear streaks, and her slightly messy bangs were scattered randomly on her forehead, making people feel an unbearable heartache.
“Hahahaha, it’s not about romance? You look so sad.”
He quickly reached out and took a tissue from the table nearby, wiping away the girl’s tears. Fukada Akihiko said with a bit of helplessness as he tried to comfort her.
For a middle-aged uncle like him, perhaps dealing with women was quite easy, but when it came to his daughter’s troubles, he really didn’t know how to start.
“It’s about the mission earlier!”
Taking the tissue handed by Fukada Akihiko, the girl pouted angrily. Then, as if remembering something, she snorted and turned away, no longer looking at her uncle.
“Uncle Fukada, you couldn’t be reached. Are you really going to find me only when I can’t see you anymore!”
“I… I’m a bit busy with work… Little Kazumi, what happened during your mission? I remember Kurokawa Iori was leading you…”
The girl’s temper made the already guilty Fukada Akihiko feel even more uncomfortable. He hurriedly explained, thinking whether he should inform Kurokawa Iori next time to transfer Kazumi to him and find a safer job.
“Last time, I encountered the [Blade Warrior].”
“What?!!!!”
Those few simple words made the somewhat relaxed Fukada Akihiko tense up completely. He didn’t even care about Kazumi’s current state anymore. He directly scooped the girl up in his arms, as if inspecting an important document in his hand. He scanned the girl’s entire body with a serious expression.
“Uncle Fukada, what are you doing!”
Feeling like an object being handled around, the girl’s face also flushed slightly. She shouted coquettishly.
“Don’t move, I’ll check if you’re injured. How did you encounter that guy? Is the situation serious? Did he hurt you?”
At this moment, Fukada Akihiko couldn’t care about the girl’s expression anymore. He placed the girl straight on the chair and squatted down to check Kazumi’s condition from head to toe.
Having fought with Minato Shun, he knew the terror of that number one swordsman in Neon. Kazumi, a small fry, was not enough for him to deal with a single finger.
“It’s just… I encountered him with Lord Sakuraba on a mission.”
Looking at Fukada Akihiko, who was checking her body with a concerned expression, the girl seemed to recall the scene she had rehearsed in her mind. She looked at the desk beside her somewhat shyly and replied.
“Phew… Luckily, there are no problems, and you’re not injured.”
“Kazumi, tell Uncle in detail about what happened before. Were you seen or was your identity known? What did Minato Shun do to you then?”
Standing up from the ground, Fukada Akihiko clapped his hands. His suspended heart was half put at ease. At least the girl was not harmed. The remaining issue was whether her identity was exposed.
Facing his intense gaze, Kazumi turned her head uncomfortably. Her slender fingers gently touched her jade-like neck, and she stammered a reply.
“No, it’s just that before… I had already died once.”
(P.S.: Some readers suggested that there were too few professional heroes on the hero side. The internship plot should indeed be expanded to cover this aspect. Everyone is welcome to submit contributions to the group, both mid-to-high-end combatants are welcome. Attempting to crowdfund a book.jpg)
