Kaito, Lend Me Your Dad!

Curious, Sato Miwako could not help moving closer. She quietly lifted the back of Fujino's suit jacket and took a look.

Unfortunately, she found nothing—only the lower back of his white dress shirt.

So she asked Fujino in confusion, "Where do you usually hide all this stuff?"

"It's magic. I advise you not to ask too much about magic."

Afraid that his clothes would get stripped off, Fujino tugged at the hem of his jacket and silently pushed away the curious fierce woman. "Besides, if secrets like this are revealed, they stop working."

"Tch... is your magic even legitimate?"

Sato Miwako clicked her tongue. "Why does it feel more like actual magic?"

"Heh..."

Fujino gave her a deadpan look. You actually guessed right.

But compared to magic, what he used were spatial items provided by the system.

Well, after all, he had earned every last one of them through his own hard work.

Thinking that, Fujino quietly sighed over his own diligence before explaining, "I don't know about that. I learned it from Kuroba Toichi."

"Kuroba Toichi!"

Sato Miwako suddenly understood. Then she propped up her chin and nodded. "If that's the case, then it's perfectly normal!"

Fujino: "..."

Mentioning Kuroba Toichi made it normal?

He had not expected Kuroba Toichi's name to work so well...

Sorry, Kaito, I'm borrowing your dad for a moment!

Kuroba Kaito:?

"By the way, when I was in college, I really liked Kuroba Toichi!"

Sato Miwako reminisced, as though an older office worker had returned to her youth. "I never expected you to be his apprentice. But then again..."

As she spoke, she seemed to remember something and suddenly stared at him suspiciously. "But I remember Kuroba Toichi supposedly died eight years ago. Eight years ago, you were only ten, right?"

"Don't ask too