“A... what do you mean? Of course, we’ll sleep separately!” Akiko replied after a brief moment of shock.
If she had only known they were married yesterday, maybe Akiko wouldn’t have hesitated to share a room with him.
But right now, Akiko felt extremely nervous at the thought of them sleeping in the same room. Her heart was already pumping too much blood in a panic.
“Hmm… I’m a bit disappointed, but fine, if that’s your decision.” Kenji shrugged.
“Disappointed? We’re not even married yet. We didn’t… Oh… umm… Did we…”
Akiko swallowed hard, her question getting stuck in her throat, caught by embarrassment. But at the same time, she wanted to know. She pretended to pick up a dusty kettle, moving it to the sink to make it seem like she was doing something.
“What about us?” Kenji’s face remained neutral, deliberately
“Akiko-chan!”A voice called from outside, and Akiko immediately put down her knife. She had been cleaning fish to cook for dinner later.“Ha–i!” Akiko responded as she walked outside, seeing Miura waiting at the door, carrying a basket full of produce.“I wanted to share some of my harvest with you all. I just picked it earlier today," Miura said, lifting the basket and showing it to Akiko with a cheerful face.“Oh my, Miura-san. This is a lot. I... I can’t possibly accept this for free.”The basket was filled with two bundles of green mustard greens, more than five fresh carrots still covered in red soil, corn in husks, and vibrant red tomatoes. There was a lot.“Eeee… It’s just from my garden behind the house. I was cleaning it up and remembered you need to eat lots of healthy food. It’s really healthy, and I’m sure you’ll recover quickly,” Mi
Akiko began to regret her suggestion to follow Miura earlier.She had no experience in farming and had to receive many instructions before she could properly harvest the cabbage. However, it wasn't this aspect that caused Akiko to regret her decision. The conversation between Miura and the other women made her want to leave.Of course, Miura wasn't alone. There were a few other women helping to harvest the cabbage so that it could be finished quickly.Those groups of another woman whose talking skills were on par with Miura’s. As time went on, their conversation grew bolder, and they started asking all sorts of questions Akiko didn’t want to answer. She hadn’t prepared any detailed lies about her marriage.“So, you’ve been married for eight months?”“Yes,” Akiko replied to Fukuda’s question.Fukuda was a woman five or six years older than Miura, with nearly all of her hair already gray.
Kyoko stared at Ryu—who had just stepped out of his car—from behind the glass wall and scoffed.Ryu was definitely walking toward the café where she was waiting, but his appearance was too flashy.Ryu had been the one who said he wanted their meeting to avoid drawing attention, yet just his arrival was enough to catch people's eyes.Kyoko rarely admitted that three-dimensional beings were handsome, but after meeting Ryu multiple times, she knew he was indeed handsome. He exuded a warm aura and seemed approachable.No wonder Misa was willing to lead the unofficial Ryusuke Sato fan club. Many female employees were clearly infatuated with him.But because of his attractive looks, it was obvious that their secret meetings would be difficult. He was too noticeable—and too friendly.Kyoko scoffed again when Ryu smiled at a woman who was staring at him. Charming, as always. The woman looked shy but then boldly approac
“They asked about what?”Kenji, who was in the middle of cutting fish and helping Akiko prepare dinner, turned to look at Akiko sitting at the dining table. She was picking spinach.After Kenji had finished telling her about the events at work—he had to rush someone to the hospital in his car earlier that day—Akiko began to recount her day.All the village had was one ambulance, and one of its tires was flat. So Kenji had to take on extra duty and drive a patient who was struggling to breathe to the nearest town.It was quite an eventful day, but Akiko's day turned out to be just as exciting, despite the fact that she only went to Miura’s house.“They inquired about the details of our wedding. I almost died from panic.”Akiko complained about what happened earlier that afternoon when she joined Miura in harvesting fish from the pond behind her house.The pond was quite large, so Miura had call
Akiko opened the car window, letting the breeze tousle her hair and touch her face. The wind was incredibly fresh, likely with zero pollution. Akiko had no doubts about its quality and inhaled deeply.Even when they were almost in Shiretoko city, the air still felt fresh. The medium-sized city to the north of Utoro village wasn't overly crowded, but it clearly showed more signs of life than Utoro.And this city was the closest large town that could be easily reached from Utoro. But it would still take at least three hours.“This is amazing!” Akiko expressed a bit of the enthusiasm that had been bubbling inside her as she looked around. It was a far cry from the bustle of Karuizawa—the only city she remembered—but there was still plenty to see.“A waterfall!” Akiko pointed to the rush of water cascading down a small hillside beside them.“Yes,” Kenji, who was driving, responded briefly with a smile. He
"Are you angry?"Kenji glanced at Akiko, who was pouting with her lips pushed out by several centimeters. Akiko had also avoided eye contact with Kenji, staring either straight ahead or out the car window."You said you'd take the whole day off. Why did you suddenly insist on going home?" Akiko grumbled, still with her pout.Akiko knew there was no urgent matter for Kenji to deal with. His work was pretty relaxed. She couldn’t understand why Kenji refused to stay in the city until later in the afternoon.Akiko still wanted to visit other places, but Kenji firmly insisted they had to head back home after lunch.What irritated Akiko the most was that when she asked why, Kenji didn't provide any explanation for why they had to return. He simply said they needed to go home immediately. Naturally, Akiko sulked after that."There’s something I want to show you when we get home later," Kenji said, holding back a smile and trying to comf
"Stand here," Miura guided Akiko, whose body was still wet.Eventually, someone had told Akiko to bathe to cleanse herself, and now she stood wearing only her undergarments, ready to put on the shiromuku.The kimono looked so pristine that Akiko was afraid she would soil it if she touched it. The fabric was not plain white; various symbols were embroidered on its surface."Cranes, cherry blossoms, orchids," Akiko named a few familiar motifs she recognized on the kimono. All were embroidered in the same white color as the base fabric, camouflaging the patterns when viewed from afar."These are objects believed to bring luck and good fortune," Miura said, lifting Akiko's arms up to make it easier to fasten the obi—the fabric belt that tied the kimono around her waist."Kenji's request arrived quite unexpectedly, so we had to take whatever shiromuku we could find. Fortunately, Ono-san has a friend who owns a kimono shop in the city, and he manag
The wedding procession entered the temple veranda, accompanied by music from ryuteki, hocchiku, and nohkan.Though their names differ, all these instruments are flutes, varying only in shape and material. Naturally, the tones and sounds they produce are also different.Akiko might have enjoyed it if she weren’t concentrating so hard on not falling. The weight of the kimono she was wearing had started to make her uncomfortable, and Akiko was terrified she might cause a scene by stumbling.That fear even overshadowed the tension she felt earlier. However, Kenji was still feeling the tension. The hand that supported Akiko's body was cold and sweaty. Kenji found it strange since he hadn't felt this way when he married Karin.Back then, they had a Western-style wedding at a church, wearing a suit and a regular wedding gown—and Kenji had felt incredibly bored.He even remembered feeling sleepy during the reception. When Akiko and her "t
"Let go!"As she got closer, Akiko began to hear the conversation between Shibata and the foreign man.The man appeared to be struggling, trying to free himself from Shibata. His hands were tied behind his back.Akiko instinctively hesitated to approach, not understanding what was happening. The rope binding him was concerning, but she still wanted to know what was going on."Shibata-san, what’s happening?" Akiko called out a bit loudly to get Shibata's attention.Both Shibata and the man arguing with him turned to her in surprise. At first, Akiko focused solely on Shibata—the person she recognized more—but the foreign man drew her attention more.This was because Akiko noticed how the man was staring at her with unblinking eyes. He was scrutinizing her from head to toe, making Akiko feel uncomfortable. She instinctively took two steps back, wanting to avoid his gaze. She disliked that look; it felt wrong—disgusting.
“What happened in the front room?” Akiko asked curiously as she entered Kenji’s office and approached him, sitting in a chair and staring at his laptop.Akiko had seen a few people fixing the shoji door, which had earlier been split by a blunt katana.“There was a stray cat that came in, and there was a bit of a scene getting it out,” Kenji said, closing the laptop and extending his hand. As usual, Akiko took his hand and sat on his lap, resting it on his thigh.“Where’s the cat? Was it cute?” Akiko inquired as she settled in, craning her neck to look around the room.Kenji felt a pang of regret upon witnessing Akiko's intense passion for cats. He gave the first excuse that came to mind—a mild one, hoping to end the conversation quickly. He forgot that Akiko had always been fond of cats and fluffy animals.“It’s gone, and you shouldn’t try to find it,” Kenji said, gently
Yuto tried to escape by opening the sliding door, but someone was standing right in front of it, looking startled as the door suddenly opened.Relief washed over Yuto, hoping for help from the person. He grabbed the man's hand."Please… he…"Before he could finish his plea, Yuto's body was pushed back into the room, and the door slammed shut.Of course, Kojima wouldn't dare interfere with whatever Kenji was about to do. He wasn't Ryu, who was empowered to stop Kenji from killing. Kojima himself could become the target if he got too involved.Panicking, Yuto turned around and collapsed to the floor, his legs giving out as Kenji approached closer. Kenji's eyes were locked onto him, not wavering for a second."I didn't know at first! Really! I only found out after Akiko left. I only did the test after she left the house!"Yuto raised his hands, trying to block the impending strike. He pleaded for Kenji to reconsider w
"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