After tidying themselves up, the two of them worked together to bring the head of the great drug lord back to the Training Camp.
Only the two of them succeeded.
After returning, the people from the Training Camp told them to get some good rest.
After waking up from his sleep, 27 was brought to a closed space, where Number 1 was already present; he had arrived long ago.
Then, a rule was announced here: the two people must fight to the death, whoever wins gets to leave.
Only one person can leave; they must kill the other.
Upon hearing these words, 27 suddenly felt as if the God of Learning had possessed him, everything came rushing back to him.
I told you there was something wrong with the Rocket Darts ten years later, they are especially problematic when it comes to me! I suspect you, Lambo, have a personal grudge against me. Can we please hold an Engineer Conference to fix that Rocket Darts that always malfunctions and fails to bring people safely to ten years in the future!
Sawada Tsunayoshi was that angry.
Immediately after, he saw the youth opposite him.
Hmm, as expected of Gin, a cool guy even at such a young age, he'll be even cooler in the future.
Chapter 77: Conan Live Day 36
While Sawada Tsunayoshi was suffering from amnesia, during his journey to become a trainee in the Training Camp ten years ago, the World Consciousness was taking a break in the World Consciousness.
They did not see Sawada Tsunayoshi heading back ten years into the past; the livestream had cut off right after Sawada Tsunayoshi received the news and knocked out the undercover agent before heading to the location where Hiromitsu was.
If anyone were to be described as suffering most, Furuya Rei could be said to be feeling as if a thousand thorns and ten thousand needles were piercing him; his heart felt as if ten thousand cats were scratching at it, leaving him feeling restless and utterly uncomfortable.
Why did it stop? How is Hiromitsu doing? He had finally given him hope, letting him constantly fantasize that Sawada Tsunayoshi could catch up and save him.
Just as success was within reach, his heart was in his throat, now you're telling me the live stream is on a halftime break? He felt like he was choking on a mouthful of blood, unable to spit it out or swallow it.
Does this make any sense?
He didn't know that Furuya Rei wasn't the only one suffering; there was another person who also felt as uncomfortable as if they were being scratched by a cat's claws.
That was Gin.
That's right, it was Gin. He sat alone in the darkness, the shadow of his hat obscuring all expression from his face; one could only see a tall figure sitting there, exuding an aura that suggested he was not to be trifled with.
Cold air drifted out in waves; if it were summer, he would be a walking air conditioner all by himself, making the room incredibly cool.
The people from the Black Organization left a space for him, but none of them dared to approach.
The boss must have been infuriated by those hateful moles; they actually dared to huddle together right under his nose. There's simply no law anymore.
Little did he know that new memories were constantly surging through Gin's mind; these new memories were completely different from his original ones, the two were clashing.
He grit his teeth to resist the surging new memories—those useless memories, weak memories, unrealistic memories; he didn't need them.
The memories Gin was currently resisting were the memories of being with Sawada Tsunayoshi during that period when he had amnesia; as the two sets of memories clashed together, neither would yield, neither was willing to admit defeat, making his body feel excruciating and his brain feel as if it were about to explode.
Gin endured it, refusing to let go even as his teeth bled from being clenched so hard.
In the Conan World, Sawada Tsunayoshi looked at the young Gin opposite him, watching the boy's appearance with some curiosity.
Wow, they really look like they were carved from the same mold, just scaled up to full size.
He almost forgot the current situation—that the two of them were about to have a great showdown.
Because the World Consciousness had just told him that he was about to travel to the future ten years from now, that this time he could time it perfectly to save Hiromitsu Morofushi.
So they only had a few short minutes left together, since they happened to encounter a life-or-death battle, there was no choice to be made.
World Consciousness told him that because of the Rocket Darts bug from ten years later, he could only die in this time-space to move on to the next decade; however, this death was fake. He wouldn't feel any pain; once the time was up, he would die as if simply fainting.
So when Gin attacked back, the younger Sawada Tsunayoshi would still be hesitant, unwilling to strike back.
But having experienced many battles, he knew that sometimes being soft-hearted could lead to disaster. Some battles were unavoidable, for a powerful opponent, failing to use your full strength was an insult.
Gin was clearly like that; he was powerful and confident, so he wouldn't tolerate anyone playing tricks in front of him, especially not at a time like this.
If he held back, the other party would definitely be angry.
Therefore, both of them used their most powerful strength, fighting against each other without holding back in the slightest.
Having experienced several world-class battles, with his teacher being the world's number one assassin, followed by guidance from other elite assassins, Sawada Tsunayoshi felt nothing special; in truth, his strength had long since reached a level far beyond that of others.
Dealing with a teenager was easy.
Sawada Tsunayoshi casually picked up a short dagger, its cold tip resting against Gin's chest, said, "I won."
Little Gin, no, it should be Number 1, for he is only Number 1 right now.
Heh, what do you mean by that? You think I'm going to beg for mercy? Hurry up, I'm in a rush.
Sawada Tsunayoshi said silently, "What are you in such a hurry for? In a hurry to be reincarnated?"
Sawada Tsunayoshi's hand hung suspended in mid-air. At this moment, he didn't know where Number One got the strength to forcefully press Sawada Tsunayoshi's hand down, just to prevent him from killing him first.
Sawada Tsunayoshi, of course, did not fall as he intended. His hand was suspended in mid-air when he suddenly sensed something: "Time is almost up."
He dropped the dagger, it hit the ground with a clatter.
Lying down alongside Number 1, this journey to the Otherworld was becoming increasingly wondrous; he had even managed to produce Rocket Darts from ten years in the future.
He tilted his head, meeting Number 1's angry gaze, which burned with unyielding flames and insulted indignation.
What do you mean? Why didn't you kill me? Was it because of that useless compassion!
No, it's for another reason.
Perhaps as it reached the end, Sawada Tsunayoshi suddenly spoke up, "My name is Sawada Tsunayoshi, what is your real name?"
What's the point of saying that now?
It has meaning. I want to know your name, then we can exchange names. That is the meaning.
Tell me, your name.
Number One's lips moved imperceptibly, his voice even smaller than a mosquito's, but Sawada Tsunayoshi heard it, he smiled.
That's wonderful; by exchanging names like this, we have become friends.
Sawada Tsunayoshi helped Number 1 up, leaned his head forward to rest against the other's forehead, whispered, "I'll wait for you ten years from now. This time, remember to be a little more lenient with me, a little more lenient with my friends too."
See you next time.
After saying that, Sawada Tsunayoshi felt that the time had come, he suddenly pulled something out and stuffed it into Number One's hand: "Use this when the time is right; you'll definitely know how to use it in the future."
“Goodbye.”
After saying that, Number 1 hadn't yet figured out what Sawada Tsunayoshi was talking about when a body suddenly crashed down on him. He was already exhausted, with this sudden impact, he couldn't catch the body and fell to the ground along with it.
What are you doing!
There was no response.
Number One crawled out from under Sawada Tsunayoshi with clenched teeth, intending to settle the score with him, only to be met by a pale face.
This person seemed to have fallen asleep, lying quietly on the ground without breathing.
Number One's hand trembled as he reached out to feel the other's pulse; there was nothing.
Hey, are you joking? I don't remember poisoning you.
Get up, stop playing around. Even if you try to act spoiled, it won't work.
You're the boss here, so even without pretending, you can eat the best food. Now, get up.
Sawada Tsunayoshi still showed no reaction.
Number One gritted his teeth, his skin pinching as he stood up: "If you don't get up right now, I'm going to throw away those nonsensical things you gave me. As for seeing you ten years later—I'll throw you out to feed the sharks right now."
There was still no response.
The absence of any pulsing heartbeat in his hand was the best evidence and clue.
Sa.. wa.. da.. Tsu.. na.. yo.. shi.. Fine, I'll remember you. You'd better not show your face before me ten years from now, or else..
No. 1 felt like he was going crazy. This whole thing was filled with a sense of eeriness. Why would someone die without any known cause? Why would he leave behind words like "see you in ten years" before his death? Why did he have to leave behind such a bizarre thing?
Everything is related to this person who suddenly appeared.
He will not forget Sawada Tsunayoshi; he will definitely get his revenge.
One day later, Number One walked out of the Training Camp all alone. He carried nothing with him, no one knew what had happened to Sawada Tsunayoshi's body.
Oh, actually, there are two people who know: Number 1, whose real name is Kurozawa Jin, Sawada Tsunayoshi, who has turned into a ghost.
They all saw the unresponsive body disappear, turning into specks of light that vanished into the air, much like the story in a fairy tale about the Little Mermaid, who finally turned into foam at the cost of her legs.
Sawada Tsunayoshi felt a bit guilty. Given Kurozawa Jin's final state, would he actually have his life left after he returned?
Forget it, forget it, no use thinking about that. He still has things to do.
Hiromitsu, I will save you this time.
Hiromitsu Morofushi has been exposed.
A strange premonition, combined with the news Gin had sent to everyone, meant he had learned of this tragic news. At that time, he was resting in a safe house; one minute after receiving the news, his house was blown to pieces and sent flying into the sky.
He escaped.
But he knew how powerful the organization's strength was; if this continued, it would eventually become a burden for Furuya Rei.
So, so, as long as he..
No, no, don't think like that; the most urgent thing to think about first is how to escape, if it's even possible to escape.
Hiromitsu Morofushi was cornered on the upper floors of a building by the Organization's people, he could already hear the footsteps of death.
So it ends like this; everything has become very clear.
However, a sharp glint flashed in Hiromitsu's azure eyes; he would not go down without a fight. Even if it meant death, he would take several people down with him. If members of the Black Organization died, they died—he would take as many as he could.
Hiromitsu Morofushi was fully focused. In the next second, the sound of something breaking through the air rang out, a hand suddenly reached out from the left to pull him away.
What? How did he not notice the enemy was right beside him!
He exerted all his strength, preparing for a desperate struggle, only to suddenly come face-to-face with a face that should never have appeared here.
What!