"My darling, how have you been?" Japanese. They were talking in their native language Japanese.

"Not really well. You know, all those attacks..."

"I should have come with you, but you didn't let me, if I was there, I would have made sure the enemies don't leave the place alive."

"What are you they saying?" Devon asked Ryan who didn't seem confused by their conversation at all, unlike Devon who was totally confused.

"Nothing important. Just the typical father-daughter meeting,"

"What about okaa-sama?"

"She has not changed a little. Let's not talk about her, we have met for months! Let's go somewhere to celebrate our reunion,"

"Ah- I can't." The expressions on her father's face turned serious all of a sudden.

"Why?" he asked in a deep voice.

"You see," she turned around, "I have some friends with me," she pointed at Devon and Ryan.

Ryan bowed his head as a greeting. Devon tried copying him but he could not say 'hello' in Japanese as Ryan did.

Ryan lifted his head, 'I should use my skill.' He looked straight into her father's eyes. He was giving Ryan a hard stare without looking at Devon.

< Name: Satoru Mitsuda >

< Gender: Male >

< HP: ???? >

< Trait: ???? >

'Again. It's not showing the stats clearly.' by now, Ryan had figured out what the System meant when it was not able to show the stats further than the gender.

'He is strong. Very strong.' Ryan declared inside his mind.

"His eye looks funny!" Satoru giggled telling Naomi, "Your friend's eye is funny!"

"Otou-san..." Ryan's face was turned bright red in embarrassment, "He understands Japanese,"

"Huh?" his giggling stopped suddenly. His eyes moved to Ryan, he had a slight smile over his face, "I- it was not my intention to make fun of you-"

"I- it's okay," Ryan replied in Japanese. Satoru was even more surprised.

'He can really speak Japanese,' a smile spread over his face.

"Are you Naomi's boyfriend?"

"N- no. I am not," Ryan replied.

"You better be not. If her mother found out she's in a relationship with a guy-"

"Otou-san. That is not something you want to discuss with my friend, right? This is your first meeting,"

"Is he important?" Naomi looked away and nodded.

"Uh.. Hello, sir. My name is Ryan Walker. I am from California, nice to meet you," Ryan greeted in Japanese.

"Whoa, he sounds like a native!" he then turned to Naomi, "You taught him, right?" he asked with excitement.

"I didn't. He already knew," she replied.

"Ah, I am Satoru Mitsuda, Naomi's father," Ryan bowed once again.

In front of Ryan was a muscular tan-skinned man with very shot, thick blonde hair in a buzz cut. His tan skin made him look even more attractive.

On which, his dark orange eyes stood out more. He was wearing a long black coat over a black suit. He looked exactly like a yakuza clan's boss.

"Dad, this is Devon Bostick," Naomi pointed at Devon who was standing in the corner staying away from everyone. He felt so left out.

"Hello, sir," he replied in English.

"Oh, h- hello."

'Wow, his English accent is so good,' Ryan thought.

"Father, can we drop them at the Academy? Actually, I want to thank Ryan for helping me till now,"

"Drop him..? Do you mean to give them a lift to the Academy? But Naomi-"

"Please?" she asked again. Satoru was not able to deny anymore.

"Be aware of your mother though. Although she's out of the house, she knows you were arriving today."

Naomi gulped, "Okay. let's just drop them and go back home,"

"Okay. come on, Ryan, jump in the car," he pointed at their car.

"Are you sure? I mean, we are strangers you two just met-"

"It's okay just get in the car,"

They were sitting in the car now. Ryan and Devon were sitting in the back seat. Naomi was sitting beside the driver's seat, and Satoru was driving the car.

"Why are you driving the car?"

"Uhh? Ah, because you were coming," he smiled.

"Seriously, I feel so out of place," Ryan muttered to Devon.

"By the way Ryan," Satoru's senses were strong enough to hear Ryan's mutter, "What happened to your eye?"

"Ah..." Ryan brought his hand to his left eye. Satoru took a look at Ryan from the rearview mirror.

"Why? You don't want to talk about it?"

"Ah, no. I was just- okay. Some Japanese assassins were sent to kill me, they managed to slice my eye with their Katana,"

"Japanese you say?" Satoru thought about it, "Why were the assassins sent?" He asked. For some reason, he had taken quite a liking to Ryan.

"....b- because..." Ryan hesitated.

"Tell me?"

"Yes. because I half-murdered a classmate," Naomi's heart skipped a beat.

Satoru jumped on the brakes, the car suddenly came to a stop with a big jolt. Satoru quickly turned around, "You did what?!"

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Note: In order to preserve the authenticity of the Japanese setting of this novel, I have chosen to retain the honorifics used in the original Japanese language to express the relationships between people

Otou-san: the general word used for referring to your father in Japan.

Okaa-san: The general word used for referring to your own mother.

Common Honorifics:

1. No Honorific: indicates familiarity or closeness; if dropped the honorifics without permission or reason, addressing someone in this manner would constitute an insult (They might get offended)

2. Sama: The more formal version of san. Usually used to refer to the person who is deserving of the utmost respect status, also used to refer royal people or people of higher rank, can also be used to refer to someone you admire.

3. San: The Japanese equivalent to Mr. /Mrs. /Miss. If the situation calls for politeness, this is what is used.

4. Kun: Used most often while referring to boys, this indicates affection or familiarity. Occasionally used by older men among their peers, it may also be used by anyone referring to a person of lower standing.

5. Chan: An affectionate honorific indicating familiarity used mostly in reference to girls; also used in reference to cute persons or animals of either gender.

6. Senpai: An Honorific indicating respect for a senior member of an organization. Often used by younger students with their upperclassmen at school.

7. Sensei: An Honorific indicating respect for a master of some field of study.. Perhaps, most commonly known as the form of address for teachers in school.