Sake and Sarelo didn't have to wait long before Satoru Gojo, who moved as silently as a cat, suddenly popped up from around the corner.
"It's over. Let's head out."
However...
"Young Master, who are we dealing with today?" Sake asked.
"Yeah, Boss. Just give the word and we'll take 'em out right now," Sarelo said, patting his chest to show his loyalty.
"You guys~ Stop thinking about killing all day long!" Gojo chirped, despite having just used a random person to practice his Domain Expansion. "There are no missions today. Just come and relax with me."
Ten minutes later, the trio arrived at a nearby slum.
In Mexico, the line between luxury and poverty is often just a single wall. Compared to the bustling commercial streets, this place was another world. Narrow alleys were lined with makeshift shacks built from sheet metal, wood, and plastic tarps, all huddled together. The ground was pitted and uneven, trash and sewage were everywhere, and aging power lines hung overhead like a chaotic spiderweb.
The only thing that could be called "bright" was a group of children chasing each other in the alleyways. They were dressed simply, but their faces were full of innocent joy.
"Yo, little ones~ We meet again."
"It's the tall Blindfold Big Brother!!"
The moment the children saw him, they cheered and rushed over. Gojo folded his long legs to crouch down and patted a young boy's head. The boy giggled, his thin, dark face flushing red.
"Ah! No fair, I want a head pat from Blindfold Big Brother too!"
"Me too, me too~"
Another little girl clamored for a hug from the handsome big brother, but then she suddenly remembered something and just watched longingly. "Brother's shirt is so clean, it must be expensive. I'm afraid of getting it dirty... Whoa!"
"And we have liftoff—!"
Gojo didn't care what brand of clothes he was wearing. He scooped her up and spun her around in a wide circle, elicining a chorus of excited gasps.
Watching their boss interact so warmly with the children, Sarelo's jaw dropped. He turned to Sake, who looked completely unfazed, and asked, "You guys have been here before?"
"Mmh," the black-haired girl replied. Her gaze softened like melting snow as she watched the heartwarming scene. "Ever since the Organization's situation improved a year ago, the Leader has focused on charity. He's established several orphanages and food centers in the slums. He's saved a lot of kids."
Sarelo opened his mouth but couldn't find the words. In all his decades, he had never met someone like Kaiser.
Usually, the guy was erratic and loved to act cute or play the fool, yet when he got serious, he commanded the absolute devotion of his subordinates with overwhelming strength, striking fear into the heart of the underworld. And now, he was performing acts of kindness that completely clashed with the Organization's image... It was incomprehensible.
And yet, coming from Kaiser, it strangely felt understandable. When Sarelo first met him and was knocked out of the ring, he had wondered: Is this guy an angel or a demon?
Perhaps he finally had his answer.
"Hey~ you two! Come join the fun!" Gojo waved at them, a cluster of small children practically hanging off him. The two exchanged a look and hurried over.
After playing with the kids for a while, Gojo took them to the food center he had built, where they all helped make tacos. Tacos are a famous Mexican specialty made with thin tortillas folded into a U-shape around fillings like grilled beef, chicken, or vegetables. They are both delicious and nutritious.
Hearing the children happily explain how, since this place was built, fewer people were starving and their siblings had grown taller... even the less-than-sympathetic Sarelo couldn't help but smile.
Coming here once in a while... isn't so bad.
By the time they returned to the Leader's office, it was nearly evening. Despite a stomach full of tacos, Gojo still looked like he was suffering from a critical sugar deficiency. "Hey, hey, Tequila-san—what's for dessert tonight?"
Tequila was delighted to see him, chuckling, "Chocolate ice cream and caramel creme brulee. Which one would you like?"
Over the past three years, Tequila's aging mindset had led him to view Gojo almost like his own grandson; the more he looked at him, the more he liked him. (Though, considering Gojo was the Boss's foster son, viewing him as a grandson meant... well, best not to think about that. Sacrilege.)
Sarelo and Sake watched their leader, who seemed lost in deep thought, and secretly placed a bet. One bet on ice cream, the other on the brulee.
However, the capacity of Satoru Gojo's stomach always exceeded their expectations.
"Of course, I want it all!" Gojo declared with a grand wave of his hand. "And add a strawberry donut while you're at it."
Opening a Domain consumed a lot of energy, after all. He needed to replenish his sugar!