Sojiro honestly didn't know what to expect about the kid he had taken in. He initially expected that the boy would be some delinquent with an attitude problem but hoo boy, was he so wrong.

It was the complete opposite, from the way the kid casually dressed and talked, one would assumed he is from a high-class family (Perhaps he is). Aside from playful sasses, he was very well-mannered and polite. Once you've gotten to know him for more than thirty minutes, you will never believe that this kid had a criminal record, not even Sojiro himself after the kid had begun helping him out with the cafe.

Not only that, the kid was a damn 5-star chef.

"Holy hell..."

The food presented in front of him wasn't just a meal, it was a damn feast. For a meal that was cooked with the simple ingredients on the fridge, the appearance looked very complex, it was obvious that this kid takes cooking very seriously, even just when making simple dishes.

Sojiro had been to many high-class restaurants during his time as a government agent, usually in formal gathering and parties. He could tell that the meal in front of him was either on par, or possibly even surpassed, the food that was made by those 5-star restaurants.

"Damn kid, I know your aunt told me you were good cook, but I didn't expect... this." Sojiro told the kid, taking a piece of the meat with a fork before taking a bite. He was almost shocked by how delicious and juicy it was.

The former government agent was sort of glad that he and the kid are on good terms now. The two had a rough start, but that was mostly Sojiro's fault, as he let himself believe his assumption about the kid just because of his criminal record.

Akira chuckled in amusement. He had decided to take over as the chef for mealtimes a couple of days ago. The curry made in Leblanc is certainly delicious, but having it everyday might take a toll on his health.

"Hm?" The cafe owner noticed Akira making his way to the door, "You going somewhere?"

Akira nodded, "Oui. There's a new volume of a book that I like this week. And I want buy it before it's sold out."

Ah, Sojiro forgot to mention. The kid has a weird quirk of saying french words in his sentence. According to Akira himself, it was apparently a habit that he picked up from his Aunt when he visited her in France. Then again, the kid is half-French.

The cafe owner nodded, "Fine. Just don't get yourself in any trouble or else I'll kick you out."

The kid snorted at him while giving shit-eating grin. He almost couldn't believe audacity of this brat.

(Although, deep down, Sojiro knew that these were just empty threats at this point.)

Tokyo was crowded.

That was the first thing that came into Akira's mind when he first stepped foot into this city.

Compared to Fuyuki City, Tokyo is much more packed. While he grew up using the train station of his home city, he initially believed he can never get used to the trains being packed like a can of sardines.

At times like this, he wished he can use his Magecraft and just stay on top of the train, but that would just be a waste.

"You look like you've been through quite an ordeal." A deep chuckle sounded from next to him.

"Oh, fermer." Akira retorted, annoyed, "It would be a waste to use my illusions on something so mundane... no matter how much I want to do it."

Next to the teen was a young man whose physical appearance and outfit most would consider traits of a regular Japanese office worker. To everyone who did not know any better, the man is completely normal. However, that is not the case.

This is, in fact, just a disguise created by magic.

The man behind the false appearance is none other than one of the most famous gentleman thief in modern times. Known to be written by the French novelist, Maurice Leblanc, as well as a counterpart of Arthur Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes. His name is known to everyone as Arsene Lupin.

Of course, being known as the 'Master of Disguise', Assassin can easily impersonate himself without slipping up any traces of the man known as the gentleman thief. Although, the disguise he put on this time was not created through normal means. As mentioned above, it was created by magic, it is simply a part of Assassin's Personal Skills, the Master of Disguise.

It wasn't long when they arrived to the bookstore and left once Akira bought the book he wanted. Honestly, he wished that the bookstore was in Yongen-Jaya just like how his usual store was close to his home in Fuyuki. It was a hassle going to the train station every time he went to the bookstore.

"What about you, though?" Akira asked his Servant, putting the new wrapped book he bought into his black coat, "How's Tokyo for you?"

Assassin hummed, thinking about his answer, "I have to say that this place is quite... monotonous despite being much more packed than Fuyuki."

Akira nodded, "I get what you mean. Most other places in Japan aren't as culturally diverse as Fuyuki. That's why you won't see much western houses in this city."

It was somewhat boring now that he thought about it. As a person who has traveled to country to country a few times every year, Japan's strict culture honestly felt quite suffocating sometimes to him at times. Adhering to tradition here is so common that it was almost... bland. Eh, it's probably just because he kind of got sick of it.

"Hey, wait up! Look where you're going! The light's red!

The two men turned around to see two teenage girls running towards the crossroad. The one at the front had long ruby-red hair with glasses that obscured her eyes while the other chasing after her had auburn hair and her hair is tied to a ponytail.

"Hey! Sumire, stop! Listen to me!"

The two girls went past them and their eyes widened at the sight of a truck coming at them in full speed.

Akira immediately dashed forward.

"SUMIRE!"

Oui = "Yes"
fermer = "Shut it"

I'm not good at writing opening chapters. I thought quarantine would help me write but the anxiety just worsened my writer's block.

Reviews are greatly appreciated!