One Look Was All It Took-Certified as a True-Love Grandpa Fan!

Fujino 'Kyogoku Makoto suggestion without hesitation.

We agreed to meet in the grove tonight for a real, exhilarating battle between true men.

Actually, Kyogoku Makoto wanted to refuse the challenge.

After all, after graduating from high school at the age of 18, he had no opponents left in Japan to spar with, which is why he chose to train.

With his current strength, it's safe to say that if he's not careful, a single punch could severely injure or cripple someone...

The reason they accepted the challenge was largely because of Sonoko.

Kyogoku Makoto could naturally tell that Sonoko's words were just a provocation.

But seeing the girl he likes defending another man and belittling him right in front of him...

As a traditional Japanese chauvinist, Japan Kyogoku Makoto couldn't tolerate it and immediately became extremely jealous, like a boiling jar of vinegar.

A man can suffer injustice, but you can't call me a coward!

Of course, Kyogoku Makoto wasn't a brainless brute.

Being looked down upon by the girl he liked was one thing, but another thing came from that man named Fujino.

In his perception, the man named Fujino was constantly emanating an aura that was indescribable, but it made people feel uneasy and even sensed a trace of despair and coldness.

Kyogoku Makoto has encountered enemies with similar imposing presence overseas; they were all terrifying individuals.

However, compared to them, none of them exuded the same overwhelming aura as this man named Fujino ...

From these imposing auras, he also summarized a pattern: the stronger the sense of oppression from the aura, the stronger the person emanating that aura must be.

It's obvious that this man named Fujino is much stronger than the others!

This ignited his inner cosmos as a fighter!

It was afternoon.

Fujino drove the group to the nearby villa of the potter.

The villa of ceramic artist Kikuemon is very large and is in a traditional Japanese style with a retro feel.

Although it's not as big as that of a certain young lady from Kyoto.

But it's still pretty good.

"Fujino, you've arrived!"

Fujino was the last to get out of the car. He had just gotten out of the driver's seat and closed the door when he heard a sound behind him.

Looking in the direction of the sound, there was Masuko Tsuchiya.

"It's nice to see you again, Ms. Tsuchiya."

Fujino greeted them, "I came with some friends this time. Is it alright if I brought them along for a visit as well?"

"It's okay, it's more lively with more people!"

Masuko Tsuchiya glanced at the two high school girls behind Fujino, as well as the boy and girl who were elementary school students, and chuckled, indicating that it didn't matter.

No matter what, they came here on vacation with their companions. We can't expect them to be separated from their companions and come alone, can we?

Led by Masuko Tsuchiya, the group entered the villa.

The villa has no extravagant decorations, just a flat lawn, a Japanese-style main house on the left, and a huge warehouse on the right.

"Dad, look who I brought home!"

Masuko Tsuchiya opened the sliding door to the main house and called out to the inside.

Inside the door is a tatami living room.

In the center of the living room stands a brown solid wood table, surrounded by blue and white sliding doors. On either side of the entrance to the room are two huge wooden display cases, displaying various ceramic works.

Behind the table directly in front of the entrance, sat an elderly man dressed in a brown kimono.

The old man's head was even balder than Professor Agasa's, and his gray-white beard even reached down to his chest. His eyebrows and beard were frighteningly thick.

"Are they here?"

Kikuemon raised his eyes and squinted at the crowd.

"It's quite a coincidence, I ran into them right at my doorstep."

Masuko Tsuchiya, carrying a shopping bag, walked towards the sliding door at the back of the living room. "I'll go to the kitchen to put my things down and make some tea. Please wait a moment."

At this moment, Kikuemon suddenly reminded him, "Don't forget to take out the tea set I use to entertain distinguished guests."

"Clear!"

After Masuko Tsuchiya left.

The atmosphere in the living room suddenly became much quieter.

A group of high school students, elementary school students, and an elderly man nearing eighty—to be honest, it was indeed difficult to find common ground.

I estimate that the combined ages of all of them might not even be as old as that old man.

"Speaking of which, Mr. Kikuemon, are all these ceramic pieces on the shelves your work?"

Sonoko kept scanning the room, her gaze finally settling on the shelf behind her. "I think that's a celadon cup from the Takemaru series, right?"

"That's right, the young lady has a good eye."

Kikuemon picked up the conversation, saying, "These are all works that I particularly like, so I kept them for myself."

"Is that so..."

Conan turned around, glanced at the ceramics on the shelves, and narrowed his eyes.

They're just some unremarkable ceramic jars.

As for keeping it as a collectible?

Fujino followed suit, glancing at the shelves.

Based on his memory, he recognized many of the ceramic pieces at a glance.

The starting bid for each item was basically over a million, and he estimated that this whole pile of things was worth several hundred million.

Sure enough, these kinds of valuable collectible handicrafts are incredibly profitable...

Kikuemon withdrew his gaze, looked at Fujino with a serious expression, and suddenly said, "But speaking of which, Detective Fujino, your performance in recent cases has been far too lax."

"Slackness?"

"That's right."

Kikuemon crossed his arms and said seriously, "You've been dealing with far fewer cases lately than before, and your methods for handling them haven't been perfect either."

"Take the Tokyo Tower bombing for example. From what I've seen in the news, it seems that when you were working with the police to arrest the perpetrator, he escaped. Although you were eventually caught, he was still robbed by that Beika Batman... and was eventually killed in the explosion in a warehouse in the suburbs of Tokyo. There was also the Beika Post Office case, the missing heiress case in Okinawa... the homeless serial murder case... and the subway team fan murder case..."

The old man spoke in a dense, detailed manner, waving his fingers as he analyzed, recounting almost every case he had ever been involved in, and even offering his personal insights.

Fujino listened with a blank expression, but a hint of respect gradually appeared in his eyes as he looked at the old man.

This little old man may look like Xiao Hei, but he's actually a true fan!

To be fair, at his age, he remembers the case better than he did himself. He must have taken a lot of notes.

One look at the thimble, and I'm certain he's a true fan of grandpa!