So many geniuses in anime! What's wrong with me joining?

Just as she was at a loss and extremely anxious, the savior's voice reached her ears.

She turned her head to look at Sakurakoji Talent, who had arrived at some point. Grasping at straws, she straightened her body forcefully, faced him, and hurriedly explained.

"Mr. Talent! These guests seem to be foreign tourists, and they don't understand my explanation. What should we do?"

Understanding the reason, Sakurakoji Talent nodded. So they weren't reckless fools unafraid of death, that made things easier.

He looked at the group and first asked in English.

"Can I help you?"

After the man and Sakurakoji Talent exchanged a few words, Sakurakoji Talent spoke to him. The man understood that the person in charge had changed and continued to babble in a language Ichiji Nijika couldn't understand.

What kind of gibberish is that?

Sakurakoji Talent's mind went blank. The other person was clearly not speaking English, and he didn't know what language it was. It's one thing not to know the other country's language when traveling abroad, but not even joining a tour group or hiring a guide? What kind of traveling is that?

... If it were his previous life, he would have thought that.

But unfortunately, in this life, he actually knew it.

Understanding the language the other person was speaking, Sakurakoji Talent switched channels, his tone rising and falling rhythmically.

"Was kann ich Ihnen helfen?" (How can I help you?)

The man's light green eyes lit up. He hadn't expected the other person to know his language, and he immediately became excited and gestured.

Sakurakoji Talent listened and nodded frequently. After listening, he said a few words, pointed the way for him with his hand, and after receiving a crisp 10,000 yen bill, he handed back the change and three ticket vouchers tied to his wrist.

Having received a satisfactory reply, the man smiled kindly, bowed slightly, and left with his wife and child.

After watching the three leave, Sakurakoji Talent was about to return to his work when his sleeve was pulled.

Ichiji Nijika's eyes sparkled as she looked at him with admiration, her voice loud and excited:

"You're amazing! Mr. Talent!"

"To be able to converse so fluently with foreigners, and in a language I've never heard before!"

"It's nothing, really. I am, after all, a returnee." Sakurakoji Talent used the identity he had previously mentioned as a shield.

"Oh, right! That makes sense!" Ichiji Nijika clapped her hands, remembering that detail.

"But it's still amazing! It's my first time seeing someone I know speak a foreign language so fluently. You truly are a returnee!"

"Not all returnees are that capable, though."

Hmm, like so-and-so, or so-and-so.

"By the way, what language were you speaking just now? I don't think I've heard it before!"

Facing the overly excited Ichiji Nijika, who was constantly leaning in like a curious baby, Sakurakoji Talent couldn't push her away and could only explain.

"I just happened to have learned it. It's German."

"German is so cool!"

"No, no, German itself isn't that cool, is it?"

"What did you say just now?"

"His child needed to use the restroom and asked me where it was, so I pointed him in the right direction."

"I see! I thought he just wanted to buy tickets. That was a blind spot. I'll definitely pay attention next time!"

Seeing that she still had the tendency to continue, Sakurakoji Talent quickly interrupted.

"There are more customers behind us. We can talk about it later."

"Ah, you're right."

Glancing at the slightly displeased customers at the back of the two lines, Ichiji Nijika quickly ended the conversation and returned to enthusiastically serving the next person.

Back at his post, Sakurakoji Talent breathed a sigh of relief and continued his interrupted work, hoping the topic would end there.

But reality proved him wrong.

During the quiet period after the rush hour, Ichiji Nijika excitedly told the others about what had happened, and he was once again surrounded.

"As expected of you." Yamada Ryo gave him a thumbs-up in admiration.

"Well, what can I say? I'm used to it. I can't even be surprised anymore." Ichiji Hoshika rested her chin on her hand, her lazy, delicate face showing no emotion.

"My best friend, as expected!"

"Heh, an interesting man."

"Uh..." Under their gazes, which carried various meanings, Sakurakoji Talent felt goosebumps and unconsciously touched his arm.

Ugh! This is so cringe!

"You said you had only recently returned to the country. Were you in Germany before?" Ichiji Hoshika asked, sipping her juice, the question on everyone's mind.

"No, I was in New York."

"Eh? So Mr. Talent's English is also very good? Amazing!"

"My family just made me study a lot. It's nothing special."

"Isn't knowing three languages impressive?" Ichiji Nijika's expression was one of astonishment, finding it hard to comprehend.

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"Hmm, I guess it's average? I'm not really sure what level that is, but everyone in my family knows at least several languages. My mother and sister both know quite a few, and my father knows over ten."

"..." The group fell into a brief silence.

"Could it be... that Talent's family are diplomats?" Yamada Ryo tentatively guessed.

Besides diplomats, she couldn't think of any other kind of family that would be like that. And now they were living in America; could Talent's parents be diplomats stationed in the US?! Yamada Ryo was shocked.

"No, it's just treated as a basic skill. I was just instilled with a lot of it from a young age." Sakurakoji Talent mimicked the movements of some bartenders, carefully wiping a glass with a white cloth, and replied casually.

He inwardly chuckled coldly at Yamada Ryo's naivety. Was it exaggerated? It was meant to be exaggerated!

In this world, there were simply too many unreasonable things and people; he couldn't be bothered to point them all out.

"..."

"..."

Except for Sakurakoji Talent, the people gathered around the bar looked dazed. After exchanging complicated glances, they decided to move past the topic.

"Speaking of which, what kind of school did you go to in America? Was it also a language school?"

"I didn't go to school."

"Huh?"

"Hm?"

Hearing their confused interjections, Sakurakoji Talent clicked his tongue and then explained to them:

"For certain reasons, I don't really go to school."

However, his explanation only led to more misunderstandings in their minds.

"For certain reasons... could it be school bullying!"

"I heard that bullying is really bad over there."

"Mr. Talent is so outstanding, it's not entirely surprising that he would be bullied..."

"Poor Talent!"

Yamada Ryo and Ichiji Nijika hugged each other, trembling, as they imagined Sakurakoji Talent's tragic situation at the time. They regretted bringing up the topic.

"Was it because your grades were too bad that you were expelled?" Ichiji Hoshika offered her own speculation.

"Please don't use your own experience to judge others," PA retorted with a wry smile.

"Shut up! I wasn't expelled! I graduated, thank you very much!"

Ichiji Hoshika glared at PA, her beautiful face contorting slightly to express her displeasure, but only received a perfunctory response.

"Yes, yes."

"Or was it because you wanted to stay at your own shop and play instruments instead of going to school?" Yo Kanna guessed reasonably while drinking her beverage.

"No, that's a bit strange too, isn't it? Surely no one would actually do that?"

Ichiji Nijika waved her hand, thinking the idea was too outlandish. She couldn't imagine someone skipping school for that reason. Weren't they afraid of getting beaten by their parents?

The others nodded in agreement, supporting her statement. If such a situation really occurred, a good beating would set them straight.

But there are people like that! Yo Kanna puffed out her small cheeks indignantly, blowing bubbles in her drink with her straw.

So cute~

Seeing her reaction, the others felt the same sentiment, showing kind smiles before nonchalantly shifting their gaze away.

"You guys can stop guessing. None of those reasons are correct."

Sakurakoji Talent put down his glass, feeling helpless at their imaginations.

Rather, it would be good if it were something as trivial as school bullying. Even if bullying did occur, he would be the one doing the bullying.

With his appearance, just standing there was a silent form of bullying to others.

Not to mention, in a capitalist society like America, how many people would dare to bully him? Wouldn't they be afraid of getting ambushed after school and found dead with over a dozen bullet wounds, ruled a suicide?

But if he were to reveal the real reason, the atmosphere here would immediately drop to freezing point, and they probably wouldn't be able to sleep that night, waking up in the middle of the night to slap themselves a dozen times and say, "I'm such an idiot."

To maintain everyone's physical and mental well-being, he chose to remain silent and not speak of it.

"Alright, alright, it was just due to some personal matters. It's no big deal, so stop guessing."

Seeing that he was unwilling to explain, no one pressed further and naturally switched to another topic.

"I think I heard you mention 'sister' just now. Do you have a sister, Mr. Talent?"

Ichiji Nijika suddenly recalled the keyword from his earlier statement and tilted her head slightly, asking curiously.

This question attracted everyone's attention again. They were also very curious, especially since Sakurakoji Talent had never discussed his family situation before.

Given how perfect he usually appeared, they were eager to know what his family was like.

Ichiji Hoshika, in particular, as someone with a younger sister herself, looked at him with an expression that only fellow enthusiasts would share.

"Mm, I do have a younger sister."

"Eh? Really! Is she cute?"

"No, wait. Since she's Talent-san's sister, she must be very cute!"

"That's quite an arbitrary judgment, isn't it?"

"Because, you see, right?"

"Whether she's good-looking or not..." Sakurakoji Talent frowned slightly. For him, that was a genuine question.

Objectively speaking, Ashiri was certainly cute.

But if you considered her within the context of home, her looks seemed to be on the lower end.

It was understandable that she couldn't compare to him, but she struggled to compare to their parents as well. In fact, if you included the relatives from the Okura Family, she wasn't particularly outstanding; at best, she was average.

At most, with the added brotherly filter he applied to his sister...

Sakurakoji Talent hesitated before answering, "She's... probably still cute, I guess..."

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