He's Sitting So Quietly in Prison... and You Dare Say There's Nothing Seriously Wrong with Him?!

"Have you heard the story of Brother Stick?"

The moment Komatsu asked that, Fang Mo, who had been wiping down a wooden stick, immediately perked up.

"Brother... Stick?"

Obviously, Komatsu had never heard of such a thing, so he froze on the spot. "What is that? Some powerful Gourmet Hunter?"

"No, no, no."

Fang Mo slowly shook his head before casually making something up. "Legend says Brother Stick has four different forms: Electric Stick, skilled at esports; Brave Stick, who became a hero; Human stick from the Classic of Mountains and Seas; and finally German Stick, who swore to protect everyone... which is me, wielder of the Zei Treasure Tool."

"Zei... Treasure Tool?"

Komatsu was completely taken in by Fang Mo's nonsense. "Mr. Fang Mo, what does that mean?"

"Simply put, it's a special treasure with extremely specific targeting." Fang Mo waved the small bloodstained wooden stick in his hand. "Don't be fooled by how ordinary it looks. It has an incredibly powerful trait: it can counter anything with the character 'Zei' in its name."

"Huh?"

Komatsu was completely dumbfounded.

"A long time ago, I knew a guy named Charles Francis Xavier."

Fang Mo continued turning the bloodstained stick over in his hand. "His ability was telepathy, and he had this bad habit of secretly reading people's minds without permission. I gave him a proper lesson with this stick..."

"That really is awful."

Hearing that, Komatsu instinctively commented.

"Who?"

Toriko, who had been eating nearby, looked up. "...Fang Mo, or that Charles guy?"

"Mr. Toriko, you..."

Komatsu rubbed his forehead helplessly.

"I figure Xavier has a Zei in his name, and Zebra has a Zei in his name too, so this wooden stick should have a restraining effect on him." Fang Mo didn't care about any of that and simply