I'm writing a fictional immortality script in Detective Conan.

The sharp beak sliced ​​through the oncoming airflow, and a fierce wind rushed past the underside of the feathers, whistling in the ears.

Even if he had thousands of sophisticated entertainment options stored in his mind, none of them could compare to such an exhilarating flight in Kuromon Haruya's eyes.

The moment a bird spreads its wings and soars into the sky, the surging wind responds, gently lifting its falling body. That pure, inhuman sense of inclusion affirms the existence of every person soaring through the heavens.

"Flying, so exhilarating—"

The jet-black raven tumbled three times in mid-air, letting out a series of strange cries.

Little did he know that in a distant building, an ornithologist who happened to witness the scene had already broken off the temple of his glasses and was excitedly tearing his completed paper into raffia.

"That's the only advantage of being a Raven Demon."

Having overtaken another peregrine falcon, Kuromon Haruya cawed a few times in mockery, then fixed his gaze on the sparrowhawk a few dozen meters away. "Finally, I can talk to myself. Anyway, no one understands bird language, so I'll just chatter away to my heart's content today!"

Many of the troubles he faced on the ground would suddenly disappear in the air. Whenever he felt like destroying the organization and starting over, he would find a place to lie down and change his phone number to relieve the pressure.

"Hey! Shall we have a fight?" The high-speed crow blocked the sparrowhawk's path, eager to fight.

The sparrowhawk stared at it warily, then turned its course: "No, I still need to catch mice for my chicks."

"OK then."

Kuromon Haruya nodded amiably, letting the hardworking parent leave: "What's going on? It seems like the birds of prey I've encountered lately are either incubating eggs or raising chicks. Could it be that spring is approaching?"

The sparrowhawk, which had already flown hundreds of meters away, turned back, ruffled its bristling feathers, and felt a surge of gratitude towards its neighboring couple.

Recently, the following story has been circulating within the intelligence network of raptor circles:

A terrifying and dangerous crow has appeared near Tokyo. Its species changes frequently, but its constant habit is to ambush and fight passing birds. From peregrine falcons to black kites, no matter which young bird it encounters, it will peck them until they are covered in wounds, their feathers flying everywhere.

Before attacking, it will ask the person in question for their opinion, and then, regardless of the answer, it will start beating them all. Only birds that say they have baby birds to raise can escape this fate.

Sure enough, in the few seconds it spent observing, the monster set its sights on a poor peregrine falcon.

Two bird shadows flashed by like lightning, each collision scattering cries and feathers. The sparrowhawk dared not look any longer and quickly flew away.

"Chirp!"

With its sharp beak biting the last feather on the peregrine falcon's head, Yoruichi Kuromon took the opportunity to shake his head and pluck it out without any pity.

He was just about to ask the other person to sing a little tune when he heard a familiar voice calling from thirty meters below.

"Wow (Big Brother)!"

A white-billed raven with inverted triangular white feathers on its chest slowly rose, bowing to Kuromon Haruya like a gentleman adorned with a white silk scarf.

This is just one of the best in Beika Town; it was the one that Hanazawa saw holding the bread crust that night.

Kuromon Haruya released the peregrine falcon that had been feigning death from his grasp and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Wow, wow wow (Help! We can't beat those white doves!)!"

"You can't even beat a pigeon, so you have to work hard yourselves. I won't help you."

Rejected by the leader, the gentleman crow barked anxiously, "Woof woof woof woof (they even hired a human helper)!"

"Human!" His dismissive attitude vanished, replaced by seriousness. "Lead the way. I want to see who's broken the game's balance!"

Following the guidance of the gentleman crow, Kuromon Haruya passed several tall, flammable and explosive buildings and arrived at a park.

Just then, several crows were attacking the white doves from the air. They tried to use their size and strength to break through the defenses and scatter the doves to defeat them one by one, but they were always cleverly dodged.

Just as the battle was at a stalemate, a stream of water shot out from below, accurately striking a crow that was poised to pounce on it from the perimeter, knocking it down.

!

White's power gradually grew, and it continued to attract external aid, eventually defeating the originally dominant Black.

Doesn't this scene look familiar? Doesn't it resemble a scene from a children's mystery anime that's been running for thirty years?

This scene awakened the long-dormant PTSD in Haruya Kuromon, and his killing intent surged uncontrollably!

He flapped his wings and broke through the gaps in the white dove defenses, charging towards the direction of the reinforcements.

"Get soaked to the bone, you stinking crows!" A young man in casual clothes, his hair slightly ruffled, held a water gun and smugly threatened and provoked the crows. "You dare to bully my magic assistant? Don't you know who I am!"

"Then tell me who you are?"

The deep, questioning voice exploded in his ears, startling Kaito Kuroba so much that he jumped back instantly, performing three backflips to create distance.

He hid behind a tree trunk, cautiously peeking out to see, "Who's there?"

On the mottled grass, there was only one line of his footprints in the snow, but no other figure was in sight. The uneasy cooing of the white doves seemed to say that he was just hallucinating.

"Shouldn't someone who pretends to be a ghost introduce themselves upon first meeting, according to etiquette?"

To become an excellent phantom thief, maintaining composure is the primary condition. Kaito Kuroba trusts his senses; it was someone deliberately trying to scare him.

"This isn't the first time we've met."

The deep, magnetic voice rang out again, very close, almost right next to him!

"Look down! It's right in front of you, how slow-witted."

A lecturing voice, sounding like an old man's, came from behind him. Kaito Kuroba lowered his head as instructed, wanting to see who this person was who could approach him so silently.

At his feet, a jet-black raven, as beautiful as a black pearl, was preening its feathers and glancing at him.

This crow is not a common species on the Japanese mainland; its eyes have a grayish-white base color, but deep within its pupils lies profound wisdom.

"A crow?" Kaito Kuroba admitted that it was a crow that was very intelligent, but that was all.

He reached out and picked up Kurokawa Haruya, turned her over, and searched carefully among the feathers: "Grandpa, what do you need me for? Where is the speaker?"

"That's incredibly disrespectful."

Haruya Kuromon wasn't annoyed; he also looked curiously at the generic face that was almost identical to Shinichi Kudo's.

Unlike Shinichi, who was raised in the United States by his parents from a young age, Kaito Kuroba even had time to join in the fun outside the delivery room when he was born.

“I am the sacred raven that the Kuroba family has worshipped for generations. If an ordinary person were to offend me like this, I would have already made him disappear from the world.”

The smooth feathers couldn't hold any foreign objects, and the bird's beak opened and closed, uttering clear words. All of this indicated to Kaito that there was no speaker at all.

But this did not shake his firm materialist beliefs; on this point, the two cousins ​​showed a consistent stubbornness.

"Wow, that's amazing. You've managed to teach a crow to mimic speech so naturally." Having found nothing, Kuroba Kaito flipped him over and placed him on a nearby bush. "Little crow, what does your master want with me?"

"Looks like we need to be more direct and forceful."

The crow shook its head regretfully and suddenly let out a sharp, piercing cry towards the sky.

"Hiss." Kaito Kuroba covered his ears, wondering what it was up to now. "I've never heard of this. As a family of magicians, shouldn't they be offering sacrifices to pigeons?"

"You ungrateful brat!" Heimen Yaoye jumped onto his head and roughly ruffled the stray hairs with his claws. "By seniority, I am your and Dao Yi's ancestor! Even your father wouldn't dare speak to me like that!"

It seemed to be able to see through his movements. Even when Kaito Kuroba used a magic feint before taking action, the crow was still able to dodge and capture him with minimal effort.

"Kaito." He suddenly stopped in his tracks. "Look, those are all our retinues."

Looking up, a vast expanse of black birds rose from between the buildings, forming several hurricanes that seemed to leap from the ground.

Unlike last time when the night still provided cover, under the clear sky, every single swarm of them attempted to cleave the sky and obscure the arrogant sunlight. They twirled, circled, and climbed in the air, densely packed together forming a dark, surging tide.

The inverted black spiral points to the sky, no less impressive than the flowing skies in Van Gogh's paintings; this is a scene that only appears in mythological revelations.

A small flock of crows broke off from the ocean and landed on a nearby branch.

Kaito Kuroba gasped, his eyes widening as he witnessed this breathtaking spectacle. The sheer scale was astounding; it was as if every crow in Tokyo had been gathered here!

"So, do you believe me now?" Kuromon Haruya turned around, very satisfied with the effect of the show. "By the way, if you dare to take this opportunity to pluck my beautiful feathers, the next time it will be a sea of ​​sardines falling from the sky."

Kaito Kuroba, who had initially harbored some ulterior motives, sheepishly withdrew his hand and scanned the dark mass of crows on the branches: given the sheer number of these crows, even if each one only took a bite, they could devour him completely, leaving not a bone behind!

"Alright, I believe you!" A wise person knows when to yield. Now that the enemy outnumbers us, he needs to appease Raven's emotions for the time being before obtaining more information.

It's definitely not because we're afraid of a sea of ​​sardines!

Kaito tucked the pistol, which had been switched to playing card mode, into his sleeve, and raised it with both hands, offering it to Haruya Kuromon: "So, what should I call you, Mr. Crow?"

"That's a good question." This meeting was completely impromptu, and Kuromon Haruya had never expected that there would be the hassle of naming things on the spot. It wouldn't be convenient to use the name of an alcoholic beverage on another film set.

He made a few gurgling sounds in his throat and tentatively said, "How about calling him Mr. Kuro?"

"This sounds like a hastily chosen pseudonym, doesn't it?" Kaito Kuroba couldn't help but mutter, narrowing his crescent-shaped eyes. "The inspiration for the name probably comes from black feathers or the color of crows."

Kuromon Haruya was startled: My naming mode has been discovered!

“I’m sorry, I guessed wrong.” But he didn’t show it on his face, calmly explaining, “This name is a tribute to the great magician, Clow Reed.”

"Great Magician?"

"Correct."

The little raven suddenly closed its eyes and its body involuntarily fell towards the grass. Kaito Kuroba quickly stepped forward to catch it, but when the raven in his hands opened its eyes, it had lost its previous liveliness.

The same voice came from behind, this time from a raven: "Magic exists in this world. Witches, demons, and family guardians like myself—these are all real."