Two Hundredfold Spiritual Energy Density, Three Flame Seeds, Flame Armor Mastered! The Group-Stage Player's Strict Father, Ririko

The button lit up, and the elevator began descending from the floor where Nanjō Emi's office was located—a rare occurrence.

Uesugi Tetsu paid no attention to such minor details.

Ding.

The elevator doors slowly slid open, revealing an elderly man in splendid clothes and a young man in a suit standing one behind the other.

Uesugi Tetsu did not know either of them. As usual, he turned sideways, waiting for the people inside to come out before entering.

But without a doubt, Tokugawa Motoyasu and Tokugawa Ryūji both knew Uesugi Tetsu.

And they knew him very well.

Tokugawa Motoyasu's gaze swept over Uesugi Tetsu, and he gave a hoarse laugh. "Young people these days are quite well-mannered."

Uesugi Tetsu: ?

He was calling him "young fellow" already? The old man seemed to have an overdeveloped sense of self-importance.

Somewhat puzzled, he raised his head.

But upholding basic courtesy and the principle of avoiding unnecessary trouble, Uesugi Tetsu could not be bothered to say anything. He simply acted as though he had neither heard nor seen anything.

After laughing, Tokugawa Motoyasu stopped paying attention to Uesugi Tetsu. Leaning on his cane, he headed toward the entrance of the lobby.

Tokugawa Ryūji followed behind him.

At the instant he brushed past Uesugi Tetsu, the latter heard an extremely faint voice enter his ears through a strand of astral energy far thinner than a thread.

"—Uesugi Tetsu, if you truly want what is best for Ririko, you must take her away from Tokyo before the Seed Battle ends. After that, stop showing off."

The voice, almost like an illusion, abruptly cut off with the next sound of the young man's shoe hitting the floor, then rapidly faded away.

???

What the hell?

Amid his sudden bewilderment, Uesugi Tetsu stopped the foot he had