"Arrogant?"
Hao Asakura laughed. "Of course. The world I see was never the same as the one everyone else sees."
"How utterly insignificant."
...He really was arrogant.
The others noticed his muttering and felt that An Xinyi's description was remarkably accurate.
Suguru Geto was briefly taken aback, too. Before, he probably would have dismissed it just as Hao Asakura had.
But having died once, he now gave it serious thought. After pondering for a while, he sighed. "Perhaps. But if I could start over, I would still do the same thing."
Because that was the conviction Suguru Geto had given everything for. It was not something he could simply abandon.
Perhaps he truly was arrogant-far more arrogant than Satoru Gojo, the strongest.
"Geto..." Satoru Gojo's expression was complicated. He also agreed with An Xinyi's assessment. That man was perceptive, often seeing straight to the heart of things.
If someone like that had existed in his world, perhaps he would not have hit so many walls, fumbling his way toward growth alone... Everyone thought Satoru Gojo, the strongest, feared nothing. But only he knew that he was the strongest, yet still not strong enough.
Grandma Yoshida's friend was supposedly from Tokyo. As their host, Satoru Gojo had been eager to help, but An Xinyi did not head straight there.
First, he methodically organized their current information and evidence, then went to see Inspector Akino.
"Why go to him?"
Satoru Gojo disliked this man, who spent every day drunk, did nothing, and loved ordering An Xinyi around. More importantly, Satoru Gojo had discovered that this grown man was actually afraid of the dark! What are you, a little elementary school girl? When the power went out, he had even called An Xinyi late at night to bring him candles. Satoru Gojo's opinion