“Demon Sword Kitsunegiri, Maruzenjiro......”
Meanwhile, Tsukahara Yosuke, who had escaped from prison, looked dazed.
Not because he knew that his family's heirloom sword had been bought by someone.
But because.
He stood at the entrance of his home, but inside there was another man.
"Yuji, we have so much money now."
"Haha—Of course, in a few days I'll go find Maruzenjiro, redeem the Suwa family's famous sword Kikuchiyo, and then we'll travel the world."
"Yeah, Yuji, you're so good."
The special energy within his body made Tsukahara Yosuke's senses extremely sharp, allowing him to clearly hear the laughter of the couple inside.
But he wished he couldn't hear it.
"Clack, click—"
His hand gripped the doorknob, and the iron doorknob was deformed by his grip.
Finally.
When the sounds from inside became unbearable, Tsukahara Yosuke finally couldn't hold back and kicked the door open.
Bang!!
In the room, the two disheveled figures looked up in shock, and when they saw Tsukahara Yosuke, Suwa Yuji stood up in surprise.
"You two are really my good brother, good wife."
Tsukahara Yosuke's eyes were cold, and he stepped inside, his elongated shadow behind him like a demon that was about to devour people.
"Yosuke."
The woman in her thirties covered her chest and backed away in panic.
Suwa Yuji gritted his teeth, drew the samurai sword enshrined in the living room, and said coldly, "What are you doing back here, you good-for-nothing? Isn't this outcome good enough? I'll take care of Harumi and Aiko."
"Aiko."
Thinking of his daughter, Tsukahara Yosuke paused, and asked in a deep voice, "Where is Aiko?"
"I... I sent her to Uncle Ochiai's place, she's staying there for a few days." His wife answered evasively.
"Is that so."
Tsukahara Yosuke laughed, "Then I have nothing to worry about."
...
Five minutes later, Tsukahara's house was engulfed in flames, and Tsukahara Yosuke left without looking back.
"Grandpa Ochiai, I haven't seen Daddy in a long time, where did Daddy go?"
In an independent courtyard near the Mita Museum of Art, a cute little girl about five years old sat on a swing, holding an old man's finger.
"Aiko's father is doing something very important."
The old man with long beard and eyebrows, smiled and answered, reaching out his thick palm to rub the little girl's head.
"Oh."
The little girl bit her finger, showing an expression of sudden realization, "Is Daddy a hero like Kamen Rider, saving the world?"
"Yes, Aiko is so smart."
The old man laughed loudly.
After a moment, he looked up and glanced at the shadow hiding in the corner, which had already disappeared.
......
"Is Daddy a hero like Kamen Rider, saving the world?"
Tsukahara Yosuke walked along the road, lost in thought, his mind filled with his daughter Aiko's words.
"Am I a hero?"
He chuckled at himself, looking at his hands that were already stained with blood.
It was with these hands that he killed his wife and that bastard Suwa Yuji.
And even.
He knelt down and begged the gods, asking them to give him the power of revenge.
"Is this still considered a hero?"
Thinking about these things in a jumbled mess, Tsukahara Yosuke wandered around the streets like a lost soul, unknowingly arriving at Maruzenjiro's house at Mita Town 5-chome.
"This place..."
Tsukahara Yosuke came back to his senses, frowning at the luxurious garden in front of him.
He sensed the presence of the Demon Sword Kitsunegiri, and an extremely evil energy.
"What is that?"
Tsukahara Yosuke muttered softly, hesitating.
At this moment, there were two voices in his head.
One voice told him that he was a fugitive now, and he had just killed someone, he should leave immediately.
While the other voice said that this was the time to prove himself to his daughter Aiko.
He was the descendant of the sword saint Tsukahara Bokuden after all.
"Uncle Mouri, can you ask Mr. Maruzenjiro to let us see the ruby he photographed later?"
"I heard that even Kid wants that gem."
At this time, a car stopped, and Kogoro Mouri and his family, along with Suzuki Sonoko who came to join in the fun, got off the car.
Seeing this, Tsukahara Yosuke finally made up his mind.
"That kid."
He looked at Conan and muttered softly, "He should be about the same age as Aiko, I can't let a tragedy happen."
......