However, the identity used by the other party will not be used again, this time it is a fake identity...
He must be a noble from some country.
…
As soon as I got off the plane, I saw a row of people waiting outside.
"Master Tsushima." The person in charge of Alande is also Japanese.
"Welcome back." He took a few steps forward and greeted.
"Thank you, Mr. He Xiang." The young man nodded calmly.
When he was a child in the United States, this person in charge often reported to that person's fake identity.
Well, by the way, the original fake identity was Tsushima Shuji's uncle.
Haruhiko Oba is also the top person in charge of Alande in the United States.
The surname Oba was chosen by Shuji Tsushima.
Therefore, the mother who was already dead when she appeared on the scene should be given the same surname.
Due to the tradition of Neon people, after a woman gets married, the woman has to take the man’s surname, so the mother has never revealed her own surname to anyone.
After all, he is a cautious member of the organization.
After that person ran away, the fake identity was handed over to the organization's department responsible for managing identities for continued use.
"Mr. Da Ting is already waiting for you." He Xiangjun said respectfully.
"I understand, is uncle's health okay?" Tsushima Shuji asked as he moved forward.
As for why you ask this question...
Of course it's because of that person's historical legacy.
Haruhiko Oba is a sick man who vomits blood frequently and can only sit in a wheelchair.
Being with Shuji Tsushima is like an uncle-nephew tragedy.
One was young and had to rely on a wheelchair for the rest of his life, and the other was blind in one eye and covered in bandages, and both of them vomited blood at every turn.
It makes people wonder if this family has some genetic disease or is cursed by someone.
"Mr. Haruhiko, he..." He Xiang mentioned the other person with a tone of admiration, and then sighed deeply.
"You'll know it when you see it." He shook his head and didn't want to say more.
"...I know." The young man said in a low tone.
It seemed like I was thinking of something bad.
It seems that the people in the organization did not change the persona casually, and were completely managed according to that person's persona.
"Mr. Haruhiko, he..." He Xiang stopped talking.
Mr. Tsushima and Mr. Haruhiko are both rare geniuses that make people feel amazing.
But they all...
"Take me to see him." The young man couldn't help but sigh.
"Yes, please come with me." He Xiang stretched out his hand to guide the way.
Alande chose to keep a low profile, so there were only four pick-up cars this time, and Shuji Tsushima got into the third car.
"It's really...nothing has changed." He sighed as he looked out the car window.
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of gunfire and explosions outside the car.
Shuji Tsushima: The people's simple and honest customs are exactly the same, and there seems to be no change.
Pedestrians around him began to run wildly and hide in all directions, but Shuji Tsushima saw a somewhat familiar figure on the street.
Watching the Moon on Izayoi, female, came to the United States to find inspiration.
The sudden... shooting incident? Terrorist? made her stand on the spot.
The brain turns useful information into inspiration and continuously gathers it together.
A car stopped in front of her.
"Miss Mochizuki, do you want to come with us?" The young man with his right eye bandaged and his kite-colored left eye exposed opened the car window and asked.
Izayoi Mochizuki came back to his senses, looked at the surrounding situation, and nodded.
Went around to the other side and got in the car.
"Who are Master Tsushima and this young lady...?" He Xiang couldn't help but ask cautiously.
"We met once in the hospital."
"In a sense, they are the same kind..." Tsushima Shuji said hesitantly.
At least they are similar in terms of wanting to die.
"Why is Miss Mochizuki in the United States?" Shuji Tsushima asked as he looked at the girl getting into the car.
"New book..." The girl once again fell into a trance.
"...Forget it." Tsushima Shuji sighed helplessly and turned his head.
People like Izayoi Mochizuki.
Don't care at all what others think.
In a sense, he is the complete opposite of Tsushima Shuji...
Wait...she doesn't care what other people think.
Did I ever care?
Tsushima Shuji fell into thinking.
He thought about what he had done, and it had nothing to do with caring about what others thought...
Shuji Tsushima: I feel really embarrassed when I think about it~
However, I always remember that I used to do a lot of things just to please other people.
But specifically...
Shuji Tsushima searched among a pile of memory fragments, but could not find any detailed memories.
There are only hazy memory fragments that cannot be seen clearly through a layer of fog.
Forget it, after so many years, it’s normal to forget.
[Right, System Lord.] He asked in his heart.
[The host will definitely remember it!] The system, which had not bubbled up for a long time, encouraged.
[Really?] The young man didn't know what he meant in his heart.
The system dives silently again, without saying a word, as quiet as a chicken.
"Every time I come here, the welcome ceremony is grand." Miss Mochizuki said in a serious tone.
"...I think so too." Tsushima Shuji was stunned, as if he didn't expect her to take the initiative to speak.
"Last time I came, there was a bank robbery, and last time someone held a terrorist parade..." Miss Mochizuki said calmly as she talked about each welcome ceremony.
"So I always come here when I want to find inspiration." She nodded affirmatively.
She deeply feels that America is her source of inspiration.
"...Miss Mochizuki is really a qualified writer."
"I have a friend who is also a writer, but his articles have not been published yet..." Shuji Tsushima said equally calmly.
"...I'll show you this." Miss Mochizuki handed Tsushima Shuji a book.
Shuji Tsushima put the book away and looked at the other person.
"I wrote it, but it hasn't been published yet. It's just a thank you gift." Miss Mochizuki said naturally.