Transmigrated into Conan, his ability is Rhodes Island

A member of a small yakuza gang near Tokyo was following his boss on high alert, his hand never leaving the handle of his gun from the moment he got out of the car.

Even in such a small gang, his status wasn't high. When the boss attended the Kawasaki gang's meeting and was recruiting attendees, he pulled strings to get a bodyguard position. If he succeeded in protecting the boss this time, it might be his chance for a promotion.

Since he didn't have a high position in the gang, he naturally didn't know much about the content of the meeting. He thought it was nothing more than territory division or business negotiations, but seeing the other party's current setup, even he, who was slow to realize, felt that something was wrong.

As he was tense and nervously looking around, he suddenly felt someone tap his shoulder. The person behind him said, "Hey, Aibo (brother), excuse me."

He subconsciously replied, "Okay, okay, no problem, Smith Marseille..." Then he suddenly realized something was wrong, abruptly drew his gun, and turned his head.

However, there was no one behind him. The closest person to him was a member of another local Tokyo gang, though he was at least five steps away.

Seeing him draw his gun and glare angrily in his direction, the member quickly drew his own pistol and shouted, "What are you looking at?"

"Was it you who took a picture of me just now?"

"Pound your head, my foot! Did I eat a rubber fruit? Do you think my arm is that long to slap you?!"

……

Amuro Tooru glanced at the commotion not far behind him, quickly assessing that it shouldn't affect his infiltration. He had infiltrated the Yamaguchi-gumi's group, and the group's leader was his informant. Yesterday, as soon as he received Vodka's mission notification, he contacted this informant, who promised to get him in by having him pose as a Yamaguchi-gumi member.

The infiltration went relatively smoothly, except that when the security personnel checked him, they looked at his face and then at his hair with suspicion.

"When did your 'Yakuza' group start recruiting foreigners?"

"Go away, what's it to you?" The gang leader pushed Amuro Tooru away from the security checkpoint, not forgetting to throw a "mind your own business" look at the security personnel as he left.

After successfully infiltrating, the leader pulled Amuro Tooru to a secluded corner hidden by trees. He looked around to make sure no one was watching, then lowered his voice and said to Amuro Tooru, "You're about to begin your operation, right? I won't disturb you any longer, so what about the reward..." He gave a knowing smile.

Amuro Tooru promptly took out a stack of banknotes and handed them to him. The underling happily accepted them and began counting them in front of Amuro Tooru.

Seeing the other person contentedly stuff the banknotes into his inside pocket, Amuro Tooru asked, "So you really don't know what the Kawasaki gang is planning today?"

The underling wore a pained expression. "Mr. Amuro, didn't I already say yesterday that even our boss only had a vague understanding, let alone me..."

Amuro Tooru waved his hand. "Alright, you can go now."

"Got it!"

Amuro Tooru looked up at the dojo that had stood there for nearly a century. "Well then, let's begin the investigation."

"Where's Su Dai? Did he sneak in?" Amuro Tooru asked Morofushi Kagemitsu privately, as if remembering something.

"Hmm...actually, he just retreated back into the shadows of the house where you were initially hiding..."

"...What's wrong with this guy? How come he's even less professional than me, the undercover agent!"

……

Akihara neither knew nor cared that the two members of the police academy group had created a private group to slander him. After creating a small disturbance, he followed in Amuro Tooru's footsteps and successfully infiltrated the dojo grounds.

The entrance to the dojo was originally a traditional wooden door, but it has now been removed and leaned against the wall. It's clear that this renovation was completed hastily recently, with the wooden door replaced by a steel door that is likely bulletproof. The outer wall connected to the steel door is in a traditional neon style, with moss covering the ancient bricks, and above that is a brand-new, temporary electric fence.

He was now in the front yard of the dojo, which was paved with pebbles and surrounded by potted plants and flowers. In the distance, he could see Bourbon and a man sneaking off to a corner to chat.

Akihara yawned. Yesterday's child and cat had exhausted him, both physically and mentally. He even dreamt of Monokuma, the pirate cat, "So that's how it is," and the incessantly crying little boy. Add to that his motion sickness, and he was in extremely poor spirits...

So, looking at the main hall of the dojo where people were constantly going in and out, which was also where the meeting would take place later, he finally decided to go to the kitchen to get something to eat first.

As he walked, he explained to the system, "I've discovered that using operator skills is affected by the operator's mental imprint. For example, my current action of going to the kitchen was definitely instigated by Operator Ethan..."

System: ...Don't try to shift the blame onto Ethan, who's thousands of miles away!

Meanwhile, in the Rhodes Island kitchen in another dimension, Ethan, who was secretly eating side dishes, sneezed, which led to his act of stealing food being discovered. The operator on duty that day, Vulcan, grabbed a frying pan from the kitchen and began to chase after Ethan... But let's leave that aside for now and continue to turn our attention to Akihara Kazuhiro.

The dojo's kitchen is a relatively independent area located on the side of the dojo, with its own entrance and passageway, facilitating the transportation of ingredients and the movement of waiters.

Inside, the chefs were busy at work, using old-fashioned wood-burning stoves, with even a box of matches placed beside them. They placed the prepared food on the long wooden table in the center of the room, waiting for the host of the meeting, Kazuo Yamamoto, to announce the start of the banquet before bringing the food up.

Akihara looked at the ingredients the other party had prepared and hesitated. Most of the food on the table was a platter of raw sashimi. "You're both from the East, yet the grilled eel rice bowl that Operator Mizuki made for him far surpasses this stuff in both appearance and taste."

Sigh, I'll just have to make do. He picked up a piece of freshly fried pork chop and put it in his mouth, chewed it, but found it tasteless.

At that moment, a man dressed as a member of the Kawasaki gang walked in. He beckoned the head waiter over, whispered a few words in his ear, and handed him a row of boxed ampoules.

Akihara chewed on his fried pork cutlet and leaned over, but the other party had already finished giving instructions. The waiter nodded solemnly, took the ampoule, and whispered that he would definitely complete the task.

What is this? Is the Kawasaki gang planning to poison others? Given the cautious nature of those old foxes, this method is far too crude.

He picked up another skewer of yakitori and followed the waiter. The guy first went to find someone to bring over a dozen sake bottles, and then started adding ingredients to them.

During the journey, when the other party wasn't paying attention, Akihara asked the system to put away a bottle for future research. He figured there probably wouldn't be any new discoveries here, so he took a skewer of dumplings and left the kitchen.

"Ah!!!" Akihara's eardrums throbbed as soon as he stepped outside. He looked around to see where another crime had occurred. He found a waiter slumped on the ground, trembling as he pointed in his direction.

"Yes, there's a monster!"

Akihara:……

He quickly ate the last few meatballs, then casually tossed the bamboo skewer into the grass and strode towards the hall.

Behind them, they heard a conversation between a waiter and the gang members who had been attracted to the scene.

"A floating dumpling..."

"I knew it... before the renovation, this dojo was always associated with legends of monsters..."

"It's over a hundred years old, no wonder..."

"I guess it's a Zashiki-warashi..."

Sorry, but we don't have a Zashiki-warashi. We do have a Safra that changes color, though.