Since Kujo Tachibana wasn't like the other children—he wasn't from Shimotsuki Village—Koushiro let him stay in the dojo.
After settling Kujo Tachibana into the dojo, it was already time for a meal.
Koushiro watched the little boy tidying his room by himself and smiled. "Tachibana, may I call you that?"
"Of course, Master Koushiro." Kujo Tachibana nodded and smiled.
"Then, Tachibana, may I ask how you found out about Isshin Dojo?" Koushiro asked curiously. He truly couldn't figure it out.
After all, the dojo's disciples were all children from the village, and Isshin Dojo wasn't particularly famous.
Kujo Tachibana blinked and began making up a story.
He didn't want to lie to Master Koushiro, but he couldn't exactly tell him he'd crossed over from another world, could he?
Noticing the boy's awkwardness, Koushiro didn't press him. Not yet thirty, he instead draped an arm around Kujo Tachibana's shoulders with a smile and said:
"Come on! It's time to eat. You can try your master's wife's cooking, too."
Master Koushiro seems more cheerful than he was in the anime, and he's very kind. Kujo Tachibana thought.
"Please wait a moment, Master Koushiro." Kujo Tachibana opened the box he'd brought and pushed the chest full of Beli in front of Koushiro.
With the soul of an adult, Kujo Tachibana felt terribly awkward about eating and living here for free, let alone learning for free.
Koushiro didn't care about a few million Beli, but he was still surprised. How could a child have so much money?
Before Koushiro could ask, Kujo Tachibana explained:
"A group of human traffickers tried to sell me. I killed them, and this money was theirs."
"Hmm?" Koushiro froze. How could a ten-year-old say something like that so calmly? And wasn't he bragging? Was he sure he could actually