Chapter 066
"Did you cry? Really? No way, really? Haha..."
"Hey...you, that's enough."
Although I can roughly guess what he is doing, I still want to ask, "What are you doing now?"
"Oh, I'm studying the relationship between the flavor of mushrooms grown near tombstones and the distance to the tombstones. If you want to try something new, I can wait for you to come back and make it for you again."
Give me back my original feeling.
"I thought you were finally willing to take the time to complete your mission."
"Ah, well, I believe that the dark dwarf will do his job conscientiously and responsibly. He almost never looks at whose name is signed on the report placed on his desk. Rongrong, you can give him the report you don't want to do next time like this."
"…Isn't it a bad idea to bully him like this? He's been working so hard to grow taller that he's losing two more hairs every day."
Sorry, although the temptation of not having to work overtime is very attractive, but we can't ignore the cute little orange cat with beautiful fur and bright fur.
"Hey - Enchantress, are you feeling sorry for the dwarf?"
"Yes, in the final analysis, Chuuya himself is too stupid, otherwise he would not tolerate your prank like this."
I don't believe that he, who is so smart and sensitive, doesn't know what I'm talking about. Thinking of the mischievous mentality of a teenager of his age, I feel an indescribable suffocation.
I was so dependent on him that I found it difficult to accept the ordinary shortcomings of him. Suddenly, I realized what a silent violence I was committing against him.
"You, don't treat Chuuya like this. No one is born to bear the resentment of others. Chuuya is a very good person... You know it."
“I’m not venting my anger.”
"You have."
"I didn’t."
"He is very pitiful."
"Pitiable? Then are we not pitiable? Isn't it pitiable that you were frightened and kidnapped before? Isn't it pitiable that you have been deceived by Mr. Mori? Isn't it pitiable that I am still alive?"
At the end, his voice became very loud.
“…”
A warm, clogged feeling suddenly spread in my throat, and for the first time, I didn't feel helpless when someone yelled at me.
He is acting coquettishly.
Asking questions repeatedly is not an attack but a way of showing your helplessness.
"Thank you, brother. Thank you for that moment of decision to continue living. Thank you for always taking revenge on me in your own way. But please stop. Nothing is more important than now. Chuuya is a good friend to us now, right?"
I could hardly hear his breathing, and if the call interface hadn't been on, I would have thought he had hung up.
No, it might be down.
"By the way, which patch of grass are you looking at the stars on, Rongrong? I think I heard some insects making noises."
"oh"
Changing the subject is such an old-fashioned and childish trick!
I got up from the grass and sat on the curb.
"I'm sorry, I think I said the wrong thing again."
"Well, luckily I have forgiven you."
I looked at the dark sky, and beneath it were even darker shadows of trees that looked like a group of people. The very little light could not illuminate the front and back of these trees, and they were stacked up thickly like mountains.
I looked up, searching for something between the swaying shadows of the trees. I wasn't really looking for anything, I just wanted to look up for a brighter spot.
I was tired of looking up, but I didn't want to look down, so I lay down. I could see the sky but not the ground, which was quite comfortable. But I suddenly felt a pang of sadness in my heart.
I closed my eyes and saw the same darkness, but I felt that this was easier than most of the times I had endured, and the bitterness in my heart was even more severe.
I expect this to continue forever, I expect this state to become eternal.
No one spoke for too long, but he wasn't worried about the phone bill, just like me.
I knew that I had chosen to be here to face these problems, and I was simply worrying about what was bound to happen.
After hanging up the phone, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but I was surrounded by the same sense of loss again.
The wind was whistling and I felt very cold, so I got up from the ground and started back the way I came.
The road was unusually dark and I couldn't see the ground clearly. I walked back based on my vague memory, frightened by the shadows on the road while telling myself that these were all fake.
I didn't meet anyone from beginning to end.
Only when I walked again did I realize how far I had walked. It took me two hours to get back to the hotel.
At three o'clock in the morning, I returned to the hotel. Incheon had already returned to his room and fell asleep. I called the person in charge of the Mafia branch in Aomori and asked him to come over himself.
The weather was a little chilly, and the girl leaned against the street light at the entrance of the hotel, looking carefully at her knuckles and fingers which had begun to turn red in the dim light.
There were strange bits of grass on her body. As I walked closer, I saw the girl's long seaweed-like hair fluttering in the night wind like window curtains, and then slowly falling down.
I don't know if I approached you too recklessly or it was just a coincidence, but the girl raised her eyes and found you accurately.
At six o'clock in the morning, I opened my eyes tiredly.
A new day begins.
I put on the spare black hoodie in the back of the car and typed on my phone to edit the work that Mr. Mori sent me last night. My assistant brought me a bowl of noodles. After I edited the last word, the noodles were still edible.
I was thinking about how to make up for the work I had missed in the past two days when I got home, and at the same time, my mind gradually turned to eating noodles.
Wearing a comfortable hoodie, I felt completely at a loss as I stood at the slightly crowded front door of the Tsushima family's house.
Finally, a familiar figure came over with a group of people, and I finally found a little comfort in the familiar scene.
When she saw me, she showed a hint of barely perceptible shock and confusion.
Although I didn't want to admit it, at that moment, I felt my disgust for myself deepen.
"Long time no see, little sister."
I looked at her indifferently. She had grown old. The wrinkles at the corners of her eyes had already appeared, and her black hair, which I remembered as black, was now mixed with a few white hairs.
I said "Congratulations"
Finally got what I wanted.
The eyes of the people behind her were all focused on me. I was not afraid, because this kind of look is what I need to face in most cases.
She gestured to me to calm down and continued to chat with me, "Are you back to mourn your father? A lot has changed in your absence."
As always, I admire her very much. Perhaps it is because I have seen the world, and this admiration is mixed with a certain amount of disdain, which I don't want to delve into.
"I am also very curious. Maybe I will have the honor to be accompanied by the master of the house on a tour."
She gave me a practiced smile, and like most people I'd met over the years, she began to entertain me.
My eldest sister's introduction was very detailed. She knew that the flower beds had been renovated, the roof had been rebuilt, and the fish in the pond had been replaced... These were things that I was once very familiar with.
…
After talking with the person in charge last night, I roughly understood the situation in Aomori. A small organization emerged in a nearby town, and it was arrogant and had disturbed the industrial chain in the gray area of the Tsushima family.
The specific mission this time was to negotiate the business of supplying weapons to the Tsushima family.
"Of course we will consider the business in Aomori, but you also know that our Mori Company is just a commercial company after all."
"I have heard of your company's reputation for commercial transactions, but I didn't expect that the Mori Company would send you."
I squatted in front of a flower bed, picked up a small daisy that was not in good shape and smelled it.
“Not many people know about forest companies.”
I picked the little daisy that wasn't blooming well and a white rose next to it.
“Just knew what we needed to know.”
"...I understand. The Tsushima family will take care of the rest. The funeral hall for my father is in front. There are not many people here at this time. Do you want to go and take a look?"
Even if my eldest sister agrees to provide some help, I believe that when the time comes, the mafia will still be needed.
In Yokohama, any small organization that suddenly emerged like this either had a lot of money or had people with special abilities who thought they were quite capable.
In Aomori, which already has a local tyrant, the Tsushima family, the latter possibility is more likely.
There is no need to send an old man from the mafia to deal with a person with special abilities who appears in a small place where there are not many people with special abilities. It is more suitable for Ryunosuke Akutagawa who has just arrived.
The shipment will only take a few days, so I will stay here until Akutagawa gets in touch with me.
Come to think of it, I haven't seen that stubborn child for a long time.
He will probably blame me for wasting his talent by sending him here, haha... He looks cute this way...
If he really dares to do this, next time I see him being beaten by Dazai Osamu, I will definitely make a few sarcastic remarks.
"Excuse me."
It's very strange. I occasionally attend the funerals of some members, but I have never had such a strange feeling.
Why is it so quiet?
I looked at the mourning hall curiously, and when I arrived in front of the huge coffin, I was hesitant to take a step forward.
I carefully held in my hands two flowers that I had picked at random, and it seemed as if I had two words hidden in my heart that I wanted to say.
At this moment, I realized that I might not have grown much from the kid who ran away from home a few years ago.
I approached them cautiously and saw that their faces had hardly changed. It was strange, they were so quiet.
I stretched out my hand, wanting to touch that face.
But in the end he did nothing and just threw the two flowers into the pile of flowers next to him.
After doing all this, I felt even more strange. Why is it so quiet?
I turned and looked out the window.
The one with the oily green shadow, pressing against the window frame, smiling rather sinisterly, is the dragon.
It slowly swam into the room, and in an instant occupied most of the space.
After not seeing it for a few years, it no longer looks like what I remembered, but I'm not surprised.
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