Transmigrated into Conan, his ability is Rhodes Island

"Meow." The black cat leaped effortlessly onto the round stool in front of the bar, looking up at Amuro Tooru.

Amuro Tooru sighed. "Alright, alright, I got it. I'll go prepare a sandwich for you right now."

The black cat seemed to understand what Amuro Tooru was saying. It lay down on the stool with elegance and composure and began to lick its fur attentively.

"Oh, it's a very hygienic kitten!" The three little ones squatted down, their eyes sparkling as they looked at the black cat.

Upon hearing this, the black cat condescended to turn its head and glance at them, then continued with its own business.

"Speaking of which, Amuro-nii, why did you give it such a strange name?" Genta struggled to repeat the name Amuro Tooru had mentioned, but he stopped halfway through. "I think it's called, Su... Su something?"

“It’s Su Dai.” Mitsuhiko didn’t take his eyes off the black cat, and even seemed eager to touch it. “It sounds like a French word.”

"Be careful, if you disturb it while it's resting, you might get hissed even if you don't get scratched," Amuro Tooru warned from behind the bar. "The reason it has such a name is because Ms. Azusa's friend once brought her back a bottle of Sauternes sweet white wine from France, which Ms. Azusa originally intended to use for her new dessert—but this guy spilled it."

Of course, the main reason isn't that; it's because this cat inexplicably resembles that guy. They share a similar trait. This trait might stem from their temperament, or perhaps from their attitude of actively provoking you and then keeping their distance...

The more I imagine it, the more it seems like I've been dumped, Mr. Amuro!

"Hey, what's going on!" The little detectives, who had been listening intently, looked at the black cat with increasingly complicated expressions.

"Little kitty, you're bad!"

As the culprit, the black cat stretched without realizing it and looked at Amuro Tooru with a righteous indignation.

"Meow~" This is urging Amuro Tooru to do it quickly.

Amuro Tooru sighed. Oh well, the kitten is innocent; the bastard is someone else.

With a "ding," the oven timer went off. Amuro Tooru skillfully put on oven mitts and took a baking tray out of the oven. Inside lay two slices of bread, baked at a low temperature until they were slightly golden brown, emitting the aroma of whole wheat.

The black cat not far away raised its head, as if it had caught a familiar scent.

Amuro Tooru skillfully spread salad dressing evenly on one of the pieces—he had specifically checked that small amounts wouldn't harm a cat's health. After that, he added fresh lettuce leaves, tomato slices, cucumber slices, and then shredded chicken and tender egg slices.

Next, Amuro Tooru covered it with a layer of low-fat cheese slices that were free of unnecessary spices. It was pure milky flavor without the seasoning of onions and garlic, which preserved the original flavor and took into account the cat's eating habits.

Finally, he carefully placed another slice of bread, which had already been evenly spread with sauce, on top of it, gently pressed it down, and finished making the sandwich.

[A Taste of Tokyo] Before dawn, Mr. An, a resident of Tokyo, was already up, searching for a legendary and unique ingredient...

He looked up and his eyes met those of the black cat that was spying on him.

The black cat suddenly turned its head, pretending not to care, and continued licking its fur.

Amuro Tooru chuckled softly, his hands moving swiftly as he cut the sandwich into small pieces and placed them into the black cat's favorite food bowl for easy eating.

Ultimately, this cat is much more honest than that guy.

Amuro Tooru placed the plate on the ground, then stepped aside with the little detectives, smiling as he looked at the black cat and said, "Eat up."

The black cat gently raised its long tail, its icy blue eyes indifferently glancing at the fragrant cat food, and a subtle "meow" escaped from deep in its throat before it turned its head away with dignified composure.

It leaped lightly off the stool, circled the food plate, and its tail tip involuntarily tapped the ground as it approached the cat food in a seemingly casual yet perfectly timed manner.

Finally, it lowered its noble head and began to eat the sandwich in small bites.

"Yay!!" The three little ones cheered excitedly, as if they had just witnessed a thrilling space rendezvous and docking.

As a result, Amuro Tooru made a "shh" gesture at them and quietly pointed to the cage hidden behind the bar.

The three instantly understood and obediently covered their mouths. Next, the three little detectives exchanged silent glances and quickly held a "pre-battle meeting," clarifying each person's role—Mitsuhiko would go get the cage and flank from behind; Genta would approach cautiously and use force if necessary; and Ayumi would be responsible for calming the cat and striving to subdue it peacefully without bloodshed.

Ayumi nervously approached the black cat, her hands trembling slightly.

"Little Black, don't be afraid..." she said, more like encouraging herself, as she gently touched its fur with her trembling hand.

The black cat paused in its eating, glanced at her indifferently, then seemed to tacitly approve of her actions and continued eating.

Amuro Tooru: Ugh, this cat is a bit of a cat pancake.

Seeing that Ayumi was doing well, Mitsuhiko also mustered up his courage, opened the cage door, and slowly approached the black cat from behind.

"Thump, thump"... Mitsuhiko seemed to hear his own heartbeat clearly. He held his breath, lowered the cage, and slowly approached...

Just as the cage was about to touch the black cat, it seemed to have eyes in the back of its head, leaping up and skillfully avoiding the cage. At the same time, it didn't forget to use its front paws to snatch a piece of chicken breast, which it then leisurely enjoyed after landing.

Upon seeing this, Genta quickened his pace, opened his arms, and tried to hug the agile creature.

"Genta, watch out!" Amid Mitsuhiko and Ayumi's exclamations, the black cat's eyes sharpened instantly. Instead of dodging, it pounced straight at Genta.

By this time, it was too late for Genta to retract his actions. But just as the black cat's sharp claws were about to touch him, the cat hesitated for a moment, withdrew its claws, and used its paws to stomp hard on Genta's face. It then used the momentum to leap onto the bar and looked down at the three little guys with an air of supreme dominance.

—Then, fate was seized by the back of the neck by Amuro Tooru, who had been hiding behind the bar at some unknown time.

Ignoring Genta's reddened face from being stepped on, Mitsuhiko quickly grabbed the cage and ran to Amuro Tooru.

"Meow!" The black cat meowed angrily, twisting its body as if trying to bite Amuro Tooru, but its struggles were easily suppressed by the other party. Instead, it was lifted up, exposing its soft belly.

Amuro Tooru's gaze inadvertently swept downwards, catching sight of the black cat's male characteristics.

"Hmm, I haven't had a chance to observe you properly before. So you're male. Now it's time to remove your testicles."

"Meow!!!!"

"Kitty, you can't swear like that." Amuro Tooru put the black cat into the cage, locked the cage door, and then looked into the cage with a good mood. The black cat, which had previously ignored him, was now hissing at him.

After confirming that Genta was alright, the three young detectives exchanged glances and cheered in unison: "Young Detectives, mission accomplished!"

Amuro Tooru patiently waited for them to finish celebrating before speaking with a smile: "Next, I'll take it to the vet for neutering. Do you want to come along?"

"Okay! \(^o^)/~"

-TBC-