Transmigrated into Conan, his ability is Rhodes Island

These words greatly satisfied the little girl's vanity. Although she tried her best to be humble, she couldn't help but smile.

"Ahem, my name is Makino Hina. Big brother, what's your name?"

Hina tried her best to imitate the tone of an adult, attempting to hide her curiosity.

"My name is Amuro Tooru." Without even thinking of giving himself a pseudonym, Amuro Tooru simply gave this name.

"Amuro-nii, Yoroshiku! Mass doesn't start for almost an hour, so just wait and see my performance!" Hina held her head high and showed a smile that perfectly matched her name.

"..." Amuro Tooru choked. "What 'big brother' and 'Yoroshiku'? Where did you learn these catchphrases?"

"Ah..." Hina's eyes widened, then she rested her chin on one hand, deep in thought. "Is that so...? I thought everyone outside said that."

Amuro Tooru didn't delve into the question, assuming she was probably just influenced by some movies or TV shows about biker gangs. So he gently changed the subject: "Hina, have you always lived here?"

Hina, who had been lost in thought, snapped out of it. "Yeah, that's right, so Amuro-nii... you can ask me anything you want to know about this place!"

Amuro Tooru hesitated for a moment, considering his questioning strategy. "Hmm, before I walked here, I didn't see any information about this church in any tourist brochures in Kyoto... Could you give me a brief introduction?"

Hina nodded vigorously. "This church is called the Church of Divine Light. Hmm... it's not a famous tourist attraction, but it's quite well-known in our neighborhood. It's not only our home, but also a place of worship and prayer for the surrounding residents. The priest and other clergy often help people in need, and the church also organizes volunteer services and community activities, so everyone respects them."

"As for not being listed in the tour brochures... there might be fewer people on ordinary days, but on Sundays, there are..." She counted on her fingers, seemingly taking stock of the number of worshippers. "About twenty people attend Mass!"

Amuro Tooru clapped lightly in support. "You know quite a lot. Did the priest teach you all this?"

“Yes, yes! Every morning we pray together, and then it’s study time. The priest and other teachers teach us a lot of things, such as reading, writing, singing, and drawing. In the afternoon, sometimes we help with some chores or play in the yard.”

At this point, the little girl suddenly paused, as if recalling the priest's earnest teachings. "Well, okay, according to the priest, it's about 'being careful in one's conduct, having a pure heart and few desires, serving the Lord devoutly, and living peacefully.'"

As she said these words, Hina put her hands behind her back and shook her head like a little adult.

Amuro Tooru was amused by the little girl's expression. "So, who is the master you serve?"

“The priest said that in Japanese it translates to ‘Divine Guide of Radiance.’” The little girl’s expression turned serious. “He has enormous wings and three legs. In ancient times, He led Emperor Jimmu on his eastern expedition, and now He still guides us on the path to salvation. His three legs symbolize the ‘Trinity’—the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Each leg represents a person, and together they embody the unity of divinity…”

Amuro Tooru was initially enjoying the conversation, but as he listened, he began to sense something was amiss—what kind of Frankenstein's monster was this, with Yatagarasu merging with Western religion in a strange manner?

He tried his best to control his facial expressions so that he wouldn't show any strange expressions.

That's about it. He glanced at the time, then at Hina, who was still in high spirits, and prepared to get down to business.

"Actually, I learned about this church through a friend of mine."

“Oh, your friend is…” Hina’s eyes lit up as she searched for the right words to describe him. “Quite classy!”

“…Haha.” Amuro Tooru’s lips twitched slightly.

"You may have heard his name. His name is Akihara..."

"Yangcai" (阳菜).

Suddenly, a gentle yet authoritative voice rang out from beside them, interrupting their conversation.

"Father René!" Hina exclaimed softly.

Amuro Toru glanced to the side and saw a tall and well-proportioned elder walking towards them.

Father René's face was full but weathered, with deep lines etched on his cheeks like the rings of an old oak barrel. He wore a black robe, the opposite of the young girls in the choir, and the cross that should have been a symbol of clergy on his chest was replaced by a badge of a three-legged bird.

"Yinna, it's almost time for Mass this afternoon, why aren't you backstage preparing yet?"

After saying this, he turned to look at Amuro Tooru, nodded slightly, and gently touched his right index finger and thumb together to form a ring, while the other three fingers were naturally bent and placed below the three-legged bird emblem on his chest.

It seemed to be some kind of special prayer gesture. Amuro Tooru glanced at it briefly and made his own judgment.

"Sir, Mass is about to begin. You may go to the prayer hall and find a seat."

Seeing Hina standing nervously to the side, and looking at the priest who was far too burly and tall compared to the traditional image, Amuro Tooru realized that it would be difficult to get more clues about Akihara Kazuhiro before the Mass ended.

“Yes, Father René.” Amuro Tooru replied with a polite smile. “Of course, please don’t blame Hina. Just now, she was enthusiastically sharing your faith with me.”

……

Akihara Kazumitsu returned to the school he had been away from for so long.

It was the time for get out of class to end, and people were carrying books under their arms, riding bicycles at breakneck speed, and couples whispering sweet nothings to each other... Spring had arrived, all things were reviving, and it was the season for animals to roam.

"Young people are so energetic."

In the multiple memories of the two worlds, Akihara Kazuhiro has no memories of university. All his descriptions of the campus are things he heard, either passively or actively, from the island's operators—for example, someone who graduated from Victoria Guard Academy, someone who studied mechanical engineering at a prestigious university in Columbia but was unemployed upon graduation, someone who graduated from a university in Columbia but was tricked into taking the blame by an unscrupulous company during his pre-graduation internship, someone who couldn't find a job and worked for a small demolition crew but contracted Oripathy, and someone who was scammed out of his medical insurance money...

Well, none of them seem to be pleasant memories.

Akihara Kazumitsu withdrew his gaze from the faces of these carefree college students who were completely unaware of the employment ice age they would face after graduation, and prepared to first go to his mentor Hirota Masami's office to apologize, or rather, to cancel his leave.

Hopefully he won't mind that his gift was a dugong bun missing a piece, and that it had been stored with miscellaneous items and corpses for a long time.

Well, Mr. Hirota is so magnanimous, he certainly wouldn't care about these details.

for sure.