The crowd watching Sawada Tsunayoshi from behind, seeing his hair standing on end: "My God, how can a man in his twenties be this height? He's so pitiful."
And just like that, both sides were caught in a misunderstanding, but because of their normal perceptions, they both kept this strangeness to themselves, choosing not to say anything.
And so, the misunderstanding began.
The first step after waking up in the morning was morning exercises. As they were running, the instructor felt it wasn't satisfying enough, so he led everyone toward the large open space behind the police academy, where there was also a small hill used by the students for combat training.
The instructor was running with great enthusiasm, as he grew more and more excited, the formation began to loosen. They were fine on flat ground, but this was an uphill climb; not only was the path uneven, but there were also branches around them acting as obstacles.
The students were running to the point of misery, while the instructor laughed sinisterly. This was a standard routine for every incoming class; the goal was to crush their arrogance and make them realize that this was not a place where they could simply act like kings or lords.
This was only the first step.
The instructor shifted his gaze backward. There were still several promising talents in this session; the six people following closely behind him were quite good, their breathing remained steady as they kept up the pace.
Especially the shortest one; he controlled the rhythm and breathing frequency so well that it made him unable to resist speeding up his pace, wanting to test his limits.
Sawada Tsunayoshi's proficiency in these matters came from his all-powerful teacher, who could traverse heaven and earth.
Reborn, you must have thought of this day back when you had me running through the primeval forest. Thinking about how I had to fight against wild beasts and venomous snakes, keep company with the mists of the jungle back then, Sawada Tsunayoshi smiled with a sense of relief as he ran.
Looking back, the instructor saw that he was smiling, suddenly felt that he had still thought too poorly of this group of students; seeing that he could still laugh like that, it was clearly a sarcastic way of saying he wasn't under enough pressure.
All together, pick up the pace! We're doing this one more time!
After returning, the instructor and the other teachers remarked that the students' physical fitness this time was excellent, that if you didn't push the training intensity to the limit, they wouldn't find it satisfying.
When the other teachers heard this, they thought, "Good grief, they've all said that! If we don't show off our best skills, won't we be looked down upon by the students?"
Just like that, by the time they finished running, the sun had risen, shining down upon the earth. The old man sweeping the ground only saw people lying all over the ground crying "ouch, ouch," and he silently walked away.
What the hell.
After resting for ten minutes following the run, the second instructor arrived and had everyone begin a series of tests, including push-ups, pull-ups, high knees, high jumps, long jumps.
Sawada Tsunayoshi worked hard in silence. This time, he was determined to wash away the title of "useless" and ensure he would never receive such a title in this other world.
Others could tell at a glance that he had been training properly; where were those massive muscles? If he let his guard down even slightly, he would likely be left behind by them.
Thinking about this, Sawada Tsunayoshi felt motivated again. Kurokuro did pull-ups, monkey bars, more, acting like an endless source of energy.
Seeing Furuya Rei, who had entered with the highest score, working so hard, he couldn't let that stand. Being at an age where one is naturally competitive, he also began to work hard as well.
Once Matsuda Jinpei saw Furuya Rei working hard, he immediately strove to keep up.
Hiromitsu had originally been following his own pace, but he was also pulled into the fray.
Hara Kenji, on the other hand, had been keeping to his own pace the whole time; compared to those who had already collapsed from exhaustion, he seemed very fast.
The instructor was still shouting loudly from the side, "Have you all skipped lunch? You're moving so slowly! Put some more effort into it!"
Look at them! Look at how well they're doing! Now look at yourselves! Get moving!
The people in the back wanted to cry but had no tears; they watched the few people in front working with such fervor and felt a gnawing envy, wishing they could be as strong as them. However, their arms and legs were incredibly sore and weak.
After finally making it through until lunch and dismissal, they weren't even allowed half an hour of rest before being called out again for class—holding stances, shooting targets with training guns, close-quarters combat, so on.
By the end of the day, Sawada Tsunayoshi was quite exhausted. He slammed a person twice his size onto the ground and wiped the scattered beads of sweat from his forehead.
The instructor shouted, "Alright, that's all for today. Class dismissed! Take a break!"
Sawada Tsunayoshi loosened his shoulders, intending to call his new friends to head back together, but as soon as he turned his head, he saw a large group of people on the ground groaning in pain, while the old janitor was thumping and striking them here and there.
Make some room, young man! How can someone so strong and healthy not be able to stand up? Look at that young man over there, he's so strong; he's standing all by himself so well.
Eh, just one person?
Sawada Tsunayoshi looked around in a daze, as if he truly were the only one standing there; even Furuya Rei and the others were sitting cross-legged on the ground, panting heavily as they stared at him like he was some prehistoric dinosaur.
Sawada Tsunayoshi, a top-tier expert from a high-martial world, was reincarnated into an ordinary world, where he became famous overnight by taking down the Black Organization and kicking the butts of police academy students.
He was no longer the second-rank assassin.
But rather, he was a ruthless man.
Congratulations to him on getting a new nickname; how wonderful, let's applaud and throw flower petals.
That night, he went to clean the bathroom as usual. Date Wataru and the others walked in unsteadily, their legs still weak and trembling, but they picked up mops to help out.
Sawada Tsunayoshi said understandingly, "You are all exhausted, so leave it to me today. Everyone go rest first; there's no telling what kind of training there will be tomorrow, so make sure to take care of yourselves."
Hara Kenji propped himself up with a mop and said with difficulty, "Sawada Tsunayoshi looks so energetic; aren't you tired?"
Sawada Tsunayoshi shook his head honestly. "I'm a little tired, but I'm doing okay."
Wow, your stamina is incredible. Did you have specialized training before?
Sawada Tsunayoshi nodded.
I have a tutor who provides specialized training.
A tutor!" several people were surprised, "Could it be that you're actually a wealthy young master?
Sawada Tsunayoshi felt embarrassed. "A rich young master? Uh, not really. I used to be an ordinary person too. Who would have thought that one day someone would suddenly tell me I have some kind of bloodline, then demand that I inherit the family business?"
Matsuda Jinpei's eyes widened. "Inheriting a family business? You don't consider that being wealthy? You're full of surprises, kid; you really are a young master."
Because of the reasons of being in another world, no one here knows Vongola, so he could open his heart and speak some of his inner thoughts: "For various reasons, I didn't want to inherit the family business at first, because it's so large, but in the end, I inherited it anyway."
Even so, until now, I have still been wondering if I can truly be fit for this position, to lead the family forward?
This topic was difficult to respond to, as it was a very private matter that Sawada Tsunayoshi himself needed to contemplate.
Hiromitsu changed the subject: "The training you mentioned is to prevent kidnappings, right? I've heard that large families usually hire many bodyguards, so it's rare to see someone training themselves, let alone training so excellently."
The others nodded.
Sawada Tsunayoshi laughed inwardly, thinking that they had no idea what kind of family he belonged to. It was the Port Mafia, after all; if his own strength hadn't been great, he would have been finished long ago during the Kurokuro arc.
Sawada Tsunayoshi rubbed his head: "Haha, that's because I have a very.. excellent tutor."
You were sitting under the great waterfall getting washed by the water, then climbing cliffs without any safety measures? I believe if everyone had undergone that kind of training, they would definitely be exceptional as well.
As he spoke, he smiled.
A sacred smile played across the youth's delicate face, his brown hair falling in soft, fluffy curves, a thin mist seemed to veil his bright, large eyes.
There's a faint hint of death in your voice.
Is this really training a Super Saiyan? I can't do this, I'm going to die.
It doesn't even feel like a matter of difficulty anymore; it feels like I'm about to ascend to heaven.
Furuya Rei frowned. "This seems to exceed the limits of the human body, or perhaps my perspective is just too narrow. Otherwise, maybe I should go and try it myself.."
The others said in unison, "There's no need for that."
The key was that Sawada Tsunayoshi was also part of the unanimous response, his expression solemn: "Unless it's absolutely necessary, don't try it lightly; you'll die."
Because after you've gone through all that, what awaits you will be a jungle marathon, crossing great rivers naked, even having to fight seagulls for food.
It sounds miserable.
They watched Sawada Tsunayoshi, who grew more and more agitated as he spoke, seemingly able to feel his sense of helplessness and despair.
Finally, they patted his shoulders together and sighed, "Even the young master of a wealthy family doesn't agree."
Sawada Tsunayoshi:?
I'm talking about the Port Mafia.
Chapter 50: Conan Live Day 11
Police academy life passed by quickly, before Sawada Tsunayoshi knew it, they had already finished their first month.
“Three, two, one! Congratulations, congratulations! Congratulations to all of us for finally making it through this month! Starting tomorrow, that damn bathroom—the one that reeks of sweat, is slippery if you don't clean it, where someone even eats spicy strips—will no longer be our responsibility. I declare that we are free!”
Hara Kenji wiped away the last water stain, loudly chanting that the countdown was over, began cheering and shouting with all his might.
One month, no one knew how they had survived that month.
Some idiot of an instructor claimed that their batch possessed the grace of dragons and phoenixes, that they were the strongest among the strong, that they were geniuses.
Every instructor trained them ruthlessly, as if they were social scum, yet some of them would cry tears and snot, claiming they couldn't take it anymore, while the instructors thought they were just playing the fool to hide their true strength.
As it turned out, these actual pigs somehow managed to endure it.
Later, Hara Kenji went to ask around and discovered that everyone was actually just forcing themselves to hold on and act tough, because Sawada Tsunayoshi's appearance was too deceptive; seeing him, they always felt he wasn't a peer, but rather a younger brother from their own families.
How could he say he couldn't do it in front of his younger brother, especially since no matter how great the pressure or how grueling the training intensity, Sawada Tsunayoshi always managed to maintain a steady first place at the front.
Once the group of people had collapsed on the ground like dead dogs, tongues hanging out and too exhausted to move even a single finger, Sawada Tsunayoshi acted like a considerate junior from home, bringing water from afar to share with everyone, then asked them with concern, "Are you guys okay? If you really can't walk anymore, I can help you."
A big oaf thought he was joking—how could he help? So he said, "Sure, sure! If you help me get back to the dorm, I'll bring you breakfast tomorrow as a reward for your hard work."
The others condemned him with their eyes.
Before Hiromitsu could say anything, Sawada Tsunayoshi had already agreed, nodding obediently: "Alright, but there's no need to bring lunch. We're all classmates, so helping each other out is only right."
Someone shouted, "Tsunayoshi, you're too naive! When you encounter a bitch like that, you should.. Oh my god!"
He hadn't even finished speaking when, before everyone's eyes, Sawada Tsunayoshi bent down and picked up a muscular man weighing over a hundred and eighty jin, doing so easily that it didn't seem at all like he had undergone a full day of exhausting training.
The person being held was stunned.
The onlookers were also stunned.
Only Sawada Tsunayoshi was seriously asking him what his dormitory number was.
Before that person's brain could even start working, his mouth had already blurted out his dormitory number.
Sawada Tsunayoshi turned and walked away.
Wait, wait, no, I was just joking, wait, Tsunayoshi, I suddenly feel a primal power coursing through my body, I've been bitten by a spider and I'm back again!
After speaking, he performed a backspring to jump up and stand on the ground, his hands held stiffly at his sides like wooden planks, as he performed a 360-degree spin to showcase his primordial power.
Everyone's eyes were on him, he felt an inexplicable sense of shame, recalling every wrong deed he had ever committed in his life in that single moment.
Finally, he stomped his feet and ran away quickly.
Oh my, I'm so embarrassed.
The instructor, who had gone off to rest in the distance, watched his back as he left everyone else far behind, with a stubbly chin, he sighed, "It seems the intensity still isn't enough."