46 Johnny Grandpa Has Come to Say Hello

Arasaka Yorinobu's sudden voice instantly drew everyone's attention. Yet when they saw what he looked like, nearly all of them frowned in unison.

At that moment, he looked far too abnormal.

To put it plainly—he looked nothing like the Chief Executive Officer ruling the Arasaka empire. There was not a trace of an elite executive about him; instead, he looked more like a punk who had just walked away from a street brawl.

The loose clothes he wore fit him reasonably well, but the material was clearly ordinary and covered in wrinkles, as if they had been hastily pulled from beneath a jacket or crushed in a cramped space for a long time without being straightened out.

His messy black hair fell carelessly over his forehead, several strands nearly obscuring his sharp eyes, yet unable to hide the blazing light within them. An utterly ordinary metal necklace hung around his neck, its pendant a closed locket hidden beneath his loose collar, as though it concealed some secret not meant for prying eyes.

Even more noticeable was the way he walked—he possessed none of the upright bearing typical of corporate elites. He hunched slightly, every step grounded with a sense of weight, as though he stood ready to shift his center of gravity and strike or fight at any moment.

This utterly mismatched outfit and his loose, unruly aura stood in stark contrast to the cold, imposing hologram of Saburo at the conference table, dressed in an immaculate kimono. They were like fire and ice—two completely opposite forces that could never coexist.

What kind of look is that?

That was what the frowning Arakawa Michiko thought. She had clearly expected and known in advance about Arakawa Sesen's arrival. The reason she frowned at her uncle Arakawa Sesen was because of his