Choose whatever you want to give, can you choose people too?

"Oh please, Dad, stop joking around!"

At that moment, Masuko Tsuchiya returned to the living room carrying a tray. "Detective Fujino being a fan of yours is something he already knew about ages ago!"

Kikuemon couldn't help but twitch the corner of his brow. "You blabbed?!"

"Yeah."

Masuko Tsuchiya placed the teacups onto the low table. "I already mentioned it yesterday when I invited him."

"Then why didn't you say so earlier?"

"You didn't ask."

"..."

Just as the old man was left completely speechless by his daughter-in-law, two heads suddenly popped out from behind the sliding door outside the living room and said in surprise, "Eh, so that high school great detective really came?"

"Yeah, he looks exactly like he does in the newspaper."

"The rumors were right after all, his pupils really are black!"

"Of course they're black!"

Kikuemon snapped back to his senses, deciding to drop the act altogether. He looked at the two people outside the door and shouted earnestly, "That iconic, classic black suit, and those black pupils like the Black Star. Why else do you think Detective Fujino is called the BLACK Detective?"

Fujino: "..."

So I'm begging you, can we not bring up the nickname?

It inexplicably made him think of the Earth Ladies Team.

And he even came up with a metaphor.

So Mouri-esque...

"Oh right, Detective Fujino, let me introduce you..."

Kikuemon turned back and introduced those two heads.

The square-headed one was named Seto Ryuichi, and the trapezoid-headed one was named Arita Yoshihiko.

Both of these heads were his apprentices, and they were currently learning the art of pottery-making from him.

He even made a special point to mention that Arita Yoshihiko had been making rapid progress lately, while Seto Ryuichi seemed to have hit a bottleneck in his pottery-making