“Oh, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have brought it up.” Akiko turned her head again, hoping to comfort Kenji.
Even though she couldn’t see his face, Akiko could sense that his voice had changed slightly.
“It’s been a long time. They passed away a long time ago. When I was six.”
Being young should have made it simple to forget certain events. Unfortunately, Kenji still remembered it vividly, in excellent detail.
“Does he reside in this city? I mean, your adoptive father?” Akiko was careful not to mention those who had passed away, of course.
“No. He’s in Osaka, and he’s 94 years old now. He can’t travel unless it’s absolutely necessary.”
“Oh... I see.”
After that, Kenji could feel Akiko's body relax slightly. He had added the explanation about his father’s age because he knew Akiko might wonder why her "father-in-law" hadn&r
"Careful." Kenji swiftly caught Akiko, who almost stumbled. As a result, Kenji was right beside Akiko.Yesterday, Akiko began learning to walk again, and it became apparent that her movements were not as normal as they used to be. Her balance was still unsteady. The neurologist said it could be trained, but it would take time."Please rest if you're tired," the nurse assisting her therapy said."No. I want to try again." Akiko declined the offer and continued walking.Kenji nodding, agree. He knew how determined Akiko could be once she set her mind on something. All he could do was support her.Kenji just moved closer, so he could catch Akiko more quickly. After her fourth attempt, Akiko finally managed to cover the distance without slipping or falling."YEAH!" Akiko cheered and almost jumped, but Kenji held her shoulders. Even though she could walk normally now, jumping right away wasn’t a wise idea—she might fall again.
"Hey!"Kyoko stopped in her tracks when she heard the call, especially since a car had pulled up next to her. It was a red convertible—though the top was still up, clearly a luxury car. She frowned as she saw Ryu waving from inside."I came to pick you up. We're going on a long trip today," Ryu said, removing his sunglasses and flashing a sweet smile."For what?" Kyoko shook her head. "We agreed to meet in Karuizawa."Ryu was supposed to take her to see Akiko today, as planned. He finally had some free time, and Kyoko herself had plenty of time. She had officially resigned from Shingi Fusaya, but she had yet to receive any assignments from Kenji. Her schedule was wide open.But they were supposed to meet later at Karuizawa Station. Kyoko was currently walking to the station, with no expectation of Ryu showing up in a car that reminded her of a strawberry without black spots."I'm being kind here. We can enjoy the summer trip more pleasan
"They will be here soon," Kenji said, putting down his phone and standing up. Ryu had just informed him that they were close."Oh!" Akiko moved the food tray in front of her. Kenji took it and placed it on the table."Why do you look so nervous?" Kenji asked, noticing Akiko adjusting her now very short hair. It was even shorter than Kenji’s. Despite fixing it repeatedly, it didn’t look much different."I forgot about her too, just like you. We’re married now, so you can accept this oddity better, but what if she can’t? She might get upset at me. She might not like me anymore." Akiko didn’t want to feel anxious, but again, she couldn’t understand why she felt the need to be cautious when meeting her friend.Kenji was tempted to laugh at this complaint. If anyone was in danger, it was more likely that Kyoko would kill him, not Akiko. Kenji sat on the bed and held Akiko’s hand."She's coming all the way from T
Kenji cursed silently, as expected. Sakura had come bearing terrible news."When is the invitation for?" Kenji asked."One week from now! What kind of insane plan is this?!" Sakura was clearly panicking."Just pretend to be sick or something. Postpone the date. There's no need to send out invitations. The wedding won't happen," Kenji said firmly."You think it's that easy?! My mother has already contacted dozens of boutiques to rush a wedding dress!" Sakura snapped."Delay it by a day or two. I'll stop the wedding!" Kenji ended the call abruptly.Even though Sakura had done the right thing by contacting him, her outburst only fueled Kenji's anger.Kenji bowed his head, thinking hard. He at least had to stop the invitations from being made and distributed. Once it reached that stage, the damage would be difficult to control, as word had already begun to spread.Canceling the wedding would tarnish Kuryugumi's reputation. He didn'
Akiko glanced at Kenji, noticing he was lost in thought. They had finished breakfast, and there was still some time before his daily therapy session began.Usually, Kenji would strike up a conversation, answering any questions she had, but today he was silent. Akiko had seen him type out a rather long message, but after that, he put his phone down and seemed deep in thought.Kenji kept staring at the table, holding a cup of tea in his hand. But the cup never moved; it just hovered in the air without touching his lips.“Mm... Kenji... Anata-san...” Akiko corrected how she addressed him.In the past few days, Akiko hadn’t called out to Kenji at all since their conversations flowed naturally without needing to. But even though she hadn’t needed to, Akiko felt it was wrong to call Kenji by name alone, whether adding –kun, –chan, or –san. So now, she tried the most common option, though she still felt it didn’t s
"It's quite good, but we still need to be cautious. I'm confident her walking reflex will return to normal."The neurologist standing beside Kenji reassured him. Kenji had requested that he come and discuss the details of Akiko's training. Kenji made sure to remember everything without missing a single point."Thank you for the explanation." Kenji extended his hand, surprising the doctor slightly. Kenji had never been rude to him, but he hadn’t been particularly friendly either. The gratitude and handshake were unexpected."Of course. I hope Tanaka-san recovers quickly." The doctor made the usual pleasantries and then excused himself from the therapy room.Kenji went back to Akiko, who was finishing her final walking session. During these exercises, Akiko almost appeared completely normal because she was concentrating hard to avoid falling.However, when Akiko was walking normally and distracted by other thoughts, she would often stumble. For
Naturally, Kenji headed straight for the highway. He had to get out of town before his father did something extreme—like asking the police to conduct a large-scale road inspection. It was drastic, but possible. Before that happened, Kenji had to leave Karuizawa.The first half-hour of the journey was silent. Akiko was still confused, but she spent most of her time gripping tightly. Kenji's driving was harrowing.“Hold on a second.” When they arrived at the toll bridge intersection, Kenji stopped the car. He pulled over into the emergency lane and got out.He looked down at the highway below the toll bridge. After spotting the right target, Kenji reached for his phone. It had been vibrating for a while, but he ignored it. Kenji recognized that it was his father calling. News of his escape had already reached Osaka.He stared at the glowing screen for a moment, then tossed the phone over the side. The phone didn’t fall onto the highw
Kenji smiled, then reached for Akiko's chin, gently turning her to face him.“It’s not that I don’t want to kiss you, but you realize I’m a man, right? What do you think I’d want after kissing you?” Kenji asked.The answer popped into Akiko's head immediately, and she slowly let go of Kenji's hand, wanting to turn away. Her face was flushed red.“So now you understand why I couldn’t possibly do that while you’re sick,” Kenji said, completing his thought.Akiko kept her head down, and his response effectively silenced her. Kenji’s laughter rang out again, but it was cut short as the waiter brought their food.“Why are we running? What are we running from?” After the waiter left, Akiko inquired. She was too embarrassed to discuss the kiss any further, so she finally asked the real question.Kenji didn’t mind, as it was time to discuss the matter anyway. He woul
"Sandaime, the guest you’ve been waiting for has arrived."Kojima met Kenji in his office and reported who had arrived. Kenji slammed the documents in his hand on the desk.He was furious, as the arrival of that trash man was a sign that something had gone wrong. Kenji was already aware that something was amiss, but he was unsure of the specific cause.Ever since he received the report about Yuto’s strange movements—disappearing into a foreign car for a while, then emerging to visit his home in Tokyo—it had raised questions. But the next report angered Kenji even more: Yuto had gone to Osaka—to the grand house of the Kuryugumi.The sequence of visits—first to Tanaka's home in Tokyo and then in Osaka—clearly demonstrated Yuto's familiarity with him. Kenjiki Tanaka, known as the Sandaime, was indeed the same Kenjiki Tanaka who resided in Akiko's uncle's home.However, Kenji's plan to destroy Nakam
Yuto glanced at the man sitting next to him. He looked friendly, slightly past middle age, with a smooth bald head.At first, Yuto had been surprised when he saw the man, expecting to meet someone much older or perhaps physically disabled. When the two men now seated in the front row mentioned that the person they were serving couldn't get out of the car, Yuto immediately had that image in mind.A misleading statement immediately put Yuto on guard, and sitting next to the man only increased his suspicion. The man appeared to smile kindly, but his smile was actually a probing one. He kept observing.“Sorry, but what is this about?” Yuto asked, slightly annoyed. He needed an explanation, not scrutiny.“No need to panic. I'm just going to take you for a short ride. It won’t be far,” the man explained,still smiling.Yuto could see the truth in the man's words, as the car was merely circling the school area.
"Are you sure you don’t want to hire anyone else to help?"Yuto asked the question again, for what felt like the hundredth time—ever since his mother had returned from the hospital about two weeks ago—to Karin."No. As long as it's limited to cooking for Okaa-san and attending to her other needs, I can manage. I’m happy to do this because I can finally repay her for everything she’s done for me."Karin answered emotionally while feeding porridge to Kaede. But the porridge trickled out again as Kaede spat it back out.It kept happening, and Karin repeated the process over and over. Only two of the ten spoonfuls actually made it into Kaede's body. Even though her face was slightly tilted, her lip muscles could still muster the energy to spit. Sadly, she could only make faint grumbling sounds."Okaa-san, why don’t you want to eat? You need to keep eating. I’m sure Okaa-san will recover." Yuto knelt besid
"You are too calm for a pregnant woman."Kenji didn’t scold her; he was simply amazed by how easily Akiko went about her usual activities.Akiko did not experience any nausea, dizziness, or vomiting. Akiko ate all her meals well, slept peacefully, and hadn’t requested anything strange so far.Kenji had prepared all the foods Akiko once liked, but none received any special reaction. She ate them, but never excessively. She followed her usual eating habits, not consuming boxes of mochi in one sitting. Her normal state surprised Kenji."She’s---or he calm because she’s very smart." Akiko placed the book she had been reading on the table and moved her hand to her belly, which had finally shown significant change. It appeared as though it had been hidden, and once Akiko became aware of it, it began to grow rapidly."Smart? How?" Kenji, who had been sitting cross-legged near the window, scooted closer and placed his hand on Akiko&
“What happened?!”Yuto shouted as he approached Karin, who was pacing in front of the ER—holding Kenzo, who was fast asleep in her arms. She was alone. There was no sign of Kaname nearby, not even in the distance.“Okaa-san, she suddenly collapsed. I don’t understand why. She... she was scolding me about the bad food I made, and then she just collapsed.”Karin spoke while tears streamed down her face. She sobbed and rushed into Yuto’s arms, but he held her shoulders and pushed her back slightly. With just two fingers—his index and thumb—as if brushing off something disgusting.“What are you doing? There’s no one here.” Yuto looked around. The area in front of the ER was quiet. They didn’t need to put on a show for anyone. Yuto wouldn’t touch her if he could help it.“I...,” Karin wanted to pretend she needed comfort, but Yuto would never give it. So she
"Ken, don't eat that!"Kaede turned when she heard the shout. She saw Karin rushing toward Kenzo, who was crawling across the tatami mat, trying to put a red Lego piece into his mouth. Karin lifted him from the floor, snatching the Lego, now wet with drool, from his hand."He's so clever. I just left him for a moment, and he's already off on an adventure." Kaede smiled happily as she approached her assistant to collect the letter."Ken will choke if this keeps up." Karin's tone was neutral, but it was clearly a complaint.Kaede had said she'd look after Ken while cooking but had easily left him on the floor, as though abandoning her responsibility."Are you scolding me?" Kaede looked at Karin, who was now placing her grandson beside the dozens of toys scattered across the floor."No, Okaa-san." Karin bowed before starting to remove the numerous toys that could pose a risk to Kenzo's safety.Kaede didn't consider whether the toys were su
Kenji gazed at the paper he was holding, pondering over its potential use. He remained deep in thought until Ryu suddenly burst into the room.“It’s out! The results are in!” Ryu exclaimed, waving a white envelope.“You could have sent it to me. Why did you come all the way back to Osaka?” Kenji asked, surprised.“I had some business here, so I figured I’d drop it off. Hurry! Open it!” Ryu urged him, gesturing toward the envelope he handed Kenji.“You didn’t open it?” Kenji reached for a letter opener and tore through the sealed flap. He had assumed Ryu would have peeked at the results.“No, I wanted to see it with you. Hurry up!” Ryu said, growing impatient.“I told you, I was right,” Kenji said as he unfolded the paper inside and smiled after reading it.His confidence was fully justified—the envelope’s contents confirmed his suspicio
The sound of the choir on stage echoed melodiously through the spacious room at the Nakamura Foundation’s event hall.It was a special event to celebrate the retirement of the foundation's chairman. He was retiring early to assume his new role as the Minister of Education, so it was a well-earned celebration.No one in the room or on stage wore a gloomy face. Everyone was filled with joy because the chairman’s achievement represented a new level of success. Kaname Nakamura had successfully brought the Nakamura family and the foundation to greater heights.This achievement garnered widespread praise and brightened the future of the foundation, especially with Kaname’s successor, Yuto, who was expected to surpass his father, bringing fresh ideas to the field of education.Yuto had already made the school the most prestigious, with more than two-thirds of its students excelling academically. No dark clouds loomed in their future.
Ryu grabbed Kyoko's neck and kissed her passionately, without hesitation, feeling immensely happy. Kyoko didn't resist at all. Ryu kept pulling her body closer."You better let go of my hand right now. Before you lose your nose and lips."Ryu's eyes flew open at once, as the voice he heard was deep—not Kyoko's voice. What he saw was not Kyoko. It was Kenji, lying beside Ryu, staring at him in disgust.Meanwhile, Kenji's arm was in Ryu's grasp, slightly wet. It was clear what had fallen victim to Ryu's dream and lips—Kenji's arm."WHAA!" Ryu screamed in horror, pushing Kenji's face away and rolling away from him."What... Why are you..."Ryu sat up and looked around. They were in his room—not some strange place like a hotel or motel. Kenji was still fully dressed, whereas Ryu wasn't."Where are my clothes? Why are you here?!" Ryu asked, panicked, pointing at Kenji while looking for and finally finding his t-shirt lying not f