Arima Kousei gets trapped in a treacherous hidden world in a very young age after he was brought in Las Vegas, Nevada by force. It was at that time that he met his uncle who secretly works under CIA (Central Intelligence Agency) wherein he is the so...
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Arima Kousei POV:
The sound of my piano music had changed completely ever since I began to live in Las Vegas, Nevada. Even my perspectives in life had changed, too. I was fine being in the background before I came to the United States of America.
I was jealous of Watari Ryota's confidence, too but at the time my uncle stole me away from my father, there are a lot of events that had transformed me into a dangerous man who loves gambling. My eyes opened up to the truth that I can't stay innocent and ignorant forever. After I had played music from the play 'Evita'- 'Don't Cry For Me Argentina', I received huge applause coming from my teachers, mentors, and fellow students.
Well, I'm still glad that I have Sam Forests as my new best friend in the USA after I had discovered that my childhood friend, Watari Ryota hasn't been talking to me. I understand if he can't accept who I am now but I hope he won't forever be distant from me.
Agent Hanks, the leader of my bodyguards received a call and after a while, he looked at me worriedly. "Agent Bright, protect 'March' closely as we leave the school. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," he replied. "I will protect Young Master."
"What is going on?" I asked them. "I have to know."
"Young Master, I received a tip from Agent Greene, one of your distant bodyguards stationed outside that Mr. Valentine Gunns is in the school hall and he's looking for you," he told me. "We don't know what he might do or why he is looking for you."
"Who's Valentine Gunns? Why are you so panicky all of a sudden?" I asked them as I take my coat. "Who is he?"
"Sir, he is your uncle's archenemy in business," he answered me. "He owns almost the same amount of casinos and hotels as your uncle."
"He doesn't know anything about 'The Eagle Eye', right?" I asked them. "I want to see him if it's me he wanted to meet."
"He's a vicious man, sir!" he warned me. "We don't know what he might do to you!"
