Dragon Clan: Fujimaru-san is saving the world

Morning, Starbucks, sunny weather.

Crow and Yasha intended to refute the above, but they couldn't help but feel sad when they thought that the person sitting across from them was a socially fearful girl whose friends were measured by school, while they were an older gangster whose address book only included a drinking girl and work colleagues. I was timid and planned to bring the topic to my area of ​​expertise.

"Fujimaru Ritsuka! How long do you think the two of us have been working in the underworld to get to where we are today! What do you think we have paid for!"

I saw the two of them standing up with their arms crossed, like well-trained soldiers. Unfortunately, from the angle where Fujimaru Ritsuka was sitting, their double chins could be accidentally seen. The girl moved her attention away from their chins and followed the words, pretending to think seriously.

"Um - a heart-breaking effort!"

Pretending that there was an air answering device in front of her, the girl raised her arms and waved and pressed it quickly, answering confidently.

"Wrong! It's luck."

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The crow and the yaksha were seen sneering, with expressions on their faces like a vicious mother-in-law.

"Everyone can succeed if their hard work pays off these days. If the young master hadn't thought highly of us, we would probably still be doing nothing and wasting our time. It's possible overnight, but it's just uncontrollable."

Can this be said?

The girl was muttering about the cruelty of reality in her heart, but her mouth was numb, and she raised her hand and asked.

"Then, senior, what should I do to get promoted and get an official position? How about bathing and burning incense?"

"Are you anxious to get promoted?" Yasha sat down, stopped stirring the coffee, and asked curiously.

"After all, even if you are in a low position, you will be slower to obtain information. Since the ultimate goal is to save the world, I still want to take the initiative. And I always feel naive. The boss seems to be looking forward to me. I am ashamed to say that I am here In the academy, people call him Raphael, who responds to requests."

Although there was a playful smile on his face, there was actually another reason Fujimaru Ritsuka ignored.

She doesn't fully trust the Sheqi family yet.

She just plans to use this as a springboard to obtain information on the mysterious side of the world. Whether she will act on her own or rely on the Sheqi Eight Family or other organizations will depend on the results of the actual investigation.

However, a few people who didn't know the girl's heart looked at her with suspicion.

"Such a high level of consciousness? Were those things you said yesterday not lies?"

Crow scratched his head and said hesitantly.

"Which ones?"

"Drain the body and burn the soul."

"Oh, that's not why."

Fujimaru Ritsuka ruthlessly denied it.

Although Fujimaru Ritsuka was happy for a while because she was named the King of Chaldea by her colleagues in Chaldea, when she looked around and realized that she was the only Master left, she felt that the title was completely nonsense. talk.

So what kind of hell joke is this?

"I simply want to be on top. Whether I work hard or not is up for debate."

"Isn't that what you said before?!"

"It's only been a few days?!"

The two were surprised.

"After three days of separation, I looked at each other with admiration. At this time, I no longer had the heart to fight."

Fujimaru Ritsuka is pragmatic and intends to show his extraordinary honesty in front of his future colleagues and enter the first stage of "Great Colleague Relationship" - making a big deal in front of his boss and showing off in front of his colleagues.

Unexpectedly, she did not receive any rebuke or praise from the two of them, but instead received a strange silence.

After the silence, there was a sudden burst of cheers.

"It's recorded!"

Yaksha vibrated his voice and looked overjoyed.

"It's recorded!! As expected of a military advisor, it's you who does this dirty trick!"

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"Hahahaha, there's no need to be so exaggerated, but it doesn't hurt to praise a few more words!"

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I saw two men across from me jumping up, holding something that looked like a recorder in their hands that shimmered slightly in the sun. The two of them danced like Brazilian natives and started air boxing. It seemed that they had planned it in advance.

How could it be?

After understanding the situation, Fujimaru Ritsuka only felt that the workplace was dangerous but still Chaldean and simple, and lamented that the two people opposite him should not be in Starbucks, but should take off their shoes and go to the slide facility in the KFC next door.

An ordinary person would have panicked at this moment, not because he was being recorded, but because he was being watched and saluted by other customers who came to the store to order.

Thanks to Fujimaru Ritsuka's face, which is as thick as the scabbard of Avalon and as thick as a round dining table, she naturally greets the customers around her and then makes gestures like "I don't know them" and "They look so scary."

Ms. Yabuki Sakura, who was on the same side as them, seemed to have gotten used to it. She stood up politely like a kindergarten teacher who came to mediate the verdict.

Immediately, he kicked the two people on the back of their knees without any delay and forced them to sit down. Then he snatched the recorder away at lightning speed and threw it to Fujimaru Ritsuka. At the same time, he curled his fingers to pick up the Americano coffee they ordered. The heroic gesture of not caring about the temperature was stuffed into their mouths.

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

"Woo!!——.Woo~~~"

Fujimaru Ritsuka lamented the hardships of the underworld in his heart, but pretended to turn a blind eye to the torture on his face, nodding and saying hello to the woman with a bright smile.

"Speaking of which, I haven't said hello yet. Hello~ Miss Sakura?"

"Yabuki Sakura, Fujimaru-san, just call her as you wish."

Yabuki Sakura nodded kindly, but she was actually a little confused in her heart about whether she needed to say the unclear "yeah!" and tried to integrate into the modern JC communication method.

It only took a while, but she decided to do some business first.

"First of all, I apologize for asking you to come out on Sunday. Mr. Yuan Zhisheng likes you very much, so he asked the three of us to temporarily come over to assist you in your work. And just yesterday, your application for employment was approved and you were officially appointed as Sheqi One member of the eight families was adopted. As per our policy, days of attendance are unlimited throughout the year.”

So your working environment is too bad? It’s a shame you can let junior high school students officially join the workforce?

As if she saw what Fujimaru Ritsuka was thinking, Yabuki Sakura smiled and spoke.

"The Sheqi Hakka family is largely exempt from legal restrictions, and we are generally responsible for formulating it. And although the conditions are quite stringent, the rewards are also great. If Fujimaru-san wants, it is not impossible for high school students to buy a house.

Speaking of which - why did Fujimaru-san's work enthusiasm fade? Your speech a few days ago was quite shocking, even I was touched. "

Not going under the kotatsu in winter was a terrifying realization, and Sakura Yabuki admired it wholeheartedly.

After hearing this, Fujimaru Ritsuka looked puzzled.

"Isn't this of course? You didn't tell me that you were a gangster at that time. When I realized what I was doing, I started testing. I can't even withdraw even if I want to?!"

"Fujimaru-san hates the yakuza?"

Yabuki Sakura tilted her head.

"Well, it's hard to say. Maybe I'm too biased."

Holding his chin with his hand, Fujimaru Ritsuka asked hesitantly.

"Would you block a street on a rainy day with two gangs fighting each other with baseball bats and machetes?"

Yabuki Sakura thought for a moment and then shook her head.

"Are you going to play a game in the office where you open your hand and stick a switchblade between your fingers to see who can do it faster?"

Yabuki Sakura recalled hard and shook her head for the second time.

"Will you kidnap foreigners who have smuggled themselves in and pick up guests at strange izakayas?"

Yabuki Sakura chuckled and shook her head three times.

"That's what I misunderstood——"

"We usually use M4s instead of baseball bats, and the last time we use .38 revolvers. We usually don't play with sharp knives in the office and poke our fingers. We usually cut our fingers and put them in a framed box. We don't run weird izakayas, either. Prostitute*[beep——]”

"Seriously let me go home."

Fujimaru Ritsuka is in good color.