I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 71 I've Come to Find You (Third Update, Please Vote!)

"Minister Sato~ Aren't you really going to eat with me? You promised me last time~"

The woman, dressed in a uniform yet possessing a seductive figure, had captivating charm in her eyes. Her voice was also incredibly alluring.

The man beside her looked to be no younger than her, but he possessed a refined and charming air about him. Especially with his glasses, he was like an impeccably dignified and unbreakable wall.

He shook his head with a polite smile.

"I'm sorry, I really have something to do today. Maybe next time."

The alluring woman nodded with a hint of regret. "Well, there's nothing I can do about it then. You can't stand me up next time."

"See you."

"Goodbye."

Watching the man walk out of the office building.

The woman let out a long, regretful sigh.

"Sigh, what a perfect man. Successful, rich, and not married yet, but he's just too difficult to deal with."

Another woman who witnessed all of this asked cautiously.

"With such excellent qualities, why isn't Minister Sato married yet? Isn't that strange?"

The alluring woman smiled. "Oh dear, the more capable a man is, the more demanding he is of himself. He's picky and never satisfied. But I think that's what makes it so challenging, isn't it?"

The woman next to him couldn't help but say, "Aren't you afraid that he'll be like many men, hiding a woman he can't forget in his heart, which is why he rejects everything around him?"

"Save your breath, what era are we living in? Where can you find such a pure-hearted man? Don't worry, I'll have him in less than three months."

"Ha ha ha ha."

"boss."

Yuta Sato got into the back seat of the car.

Ahead stood a bald man with a cold expression. Although he was wearing a suit, the muscles underneath made it seem as if the clothes were about to burst at any moment.

"Okay. Let's just drive around for now, I'll wait for a call."

"Yes."

The bald man started driving, aimlessly navigating the city streets.

Yuta Sato seemed aimless, which was understandable. He couldn't understand his boss, always feeling that he was a split personality. Despite having such a glamorous job, he secretly held another identity.

Even though it seems he has pursued almost everything he could in life, he still ends up like this, sitting alone in the back seat, staring blankly at the street scene outside the window as it gradually darkens.

Yuta Sato knew that it was getting dark.

But he waited patiently, taking out his wallet, which he rarely used. Business cards were never in it.

There was no money in his wallet, only a photograph that he often looked at repeatedly.

There are three people in that photo.

The young man stood on the far left, while in the middle was a couple smiling broadly.

All three of them looked very young and innocent, seemingly still retaining the air of students. Sato Yuta's eyes softened whenever he saw this photo.

But what good is gentleness? Fate always seems to deprive gentle people of what they desire most.

It even caused him to lose more and more.

The time came to eight o'clock.

He pointed ahead and said, "Go to that neighborhood."

The words were vague, seemingly a test. But the bald man knew very well that, to this boss, the "that" he was referring to only represented one place.

He sped off in that direction. In the darkness, the car was like a wild beast finally about to begin its hunt, smelling the blood it had been craving. It abandoned its last shred of perseverance and patience.

Yuta Sato didn't have to wait long downstairs at the entrance of the residential complex.

He received the call sooner than he expected.

He was satisfied with the content of the phone call; his plan was flawless. In fact, this plan could have been implemented long ago, but he still wanted to preserve a touch of gentle beauty in his life. However, it seemed that fate did not want this, constantly forcing him to change.

When he hung up the phone and got out of the car, he walked into the residential area under the night sky with the tall, strong, bald man beside him.

He suddenly asked.

"Ah Long, have you ever had a moment of regret in your life? For example, blaming yourself, thinking, 'If only I had done things differently back then. Would everything have been different if I had done things differently?'"

Ah Long thought for a moment and replied, "I have never regretted entering this industry, nor have I regretted following the boss. After all, if it weren't for you, my mother wouldn't have had the opportunity to receive treatment."

Yuta Sato chuckled and shook his head. "That's not what I'm asking. Hey, have you ever liked a girl?"

He suddenly stopped in the hallway and lit a cigarette.

He offered one to Ah Long, but Ah Long shook his head; he didn't smoke.

Through the swirling smoke, Yuta Sato's refined and scholarly face was somewhat blurred. He murmured, "She's the kind of girl you feel you'd be willing to give everything for, even if she doesn't like you, you'd still want to silently protect her. If she finds happiness, you'd still wish her well, even if it's just saying it insincerely."

Ah Long thought for a moment, then shook his head.

"It's not at that point yet. I'll probably work hard to get the girl I like. Wouldn't it be too stifling to just offer my blessings?"

"Hahahaha. Cough cough cough."

Yuta Sato almost choked on his smoke while laughing.

Tears seemed to well up in his eyes as he smiled and patted Ah Long's strong shoulder. As his hand fell, his smile turned into a long sigh.

"That's what I was thinking at the time. Let's go."

They went upstairs and stopped in front of that door.

Without hesitation, Yuta Sato went up and knocked on the door.

There was a moment of silence inside, then a sound finally came from inside.

"Tsukino?"

Upon hearing this title, Yuta Sato's smile froze.

But soon, he took a light breath and said gently and kindly, "Mitsuki, it's me, Uncle Sato."

The sounds inside paused noticeably, and the girl, somewhat puzzled, didn't open the door immediately.

There was no sound of a wheelchair approaching.

It seems that the soundproofing isn't very good, even though it's located some distance from the door.

Therefore, her words could be heard clearly.

"Why is Uncle Sato here at this time?"

"I have something to tell you. Can you open the door? Don't worry, Uncle Sato is here to help you solve your problem."

"I've already talked about those things before. I really appreciate Uncle Sato's kindness, but I don't intend to trouble you."

Upon hearing this, Yuta Sato smiled.

He lowered his voice.

"Don't you want to know why the person you're waiting for hasn't returned yet?"

".What do you mean?!"

The voices inside suddenly became urgent.

But the door still wouldn't open.

Yuta Sato smiled and said, "Open the door, I want to have a good talk with you."

"Sorry, it's too late, and it's not convenient for me to open the door. Let's talk about it later."

"Oh, I see. Well, then I'll take my leave."

After saying that, Yuta Sato took a step back and then turned his head to look at the bald man next to him.

"bring it on."

"Yes."

The bald man didn't resort to any violent means to open the door. Instead, he professionally pulled a metal box from his pocket, which contained various portable tools.

A wire and a small crowbar were inserted into the door lock.

A very short time later, "click".

A distinct sound came from the door lock.

"Wait! What are you doing?!"

A girl's panicked voice came from inside, while Yuta Sato, with his polite and refined smile, opened the door.

They entered the room one after the other.

Under the light, Yuta Sato saw Mizuki Kiyono struggling to pull her wheelchair backward, her face filled with vigilance and panic. But what was even more jarring was the wooden stick she was holding, seemingly a chair leg that had been salvaged from some broken chair.

This was hardly a threat to Yuta Sato.

But
"Jian Yue, how could you hold this up to me? Don't you trust me?"

Kiyono Mizuki was visibly flustered and wary. She was trying her best to remain calm, and she did not loosen her grip on the wooden stick in her hand, keeping her eyes fixed on Sato Yuta.

"Didn't I tell you it wasn't convenient for you to come in? Yet you barged in like this, what reason do I have to trust you! What exactly do you want? If you don't leave, I'm calling the police!"

Yuta Sato looked at the girl who seemed to be yelling at him with all her might, trying to scare him away. His vision blurred.

In fact, every time he saw her increasingly mature face, he would feel as if he were seeing her from many years ago.

"You two look so alike, so very alike."

His voice was deep and gentle, even nauseating.

"What are you saying?!" Sato Yuta didn't rush to get closer, but instead sat down on the sofa not far from Kiyono Mizuki.

Yuta Sato seemed not to hear what Mizuki Kiyono was saying. He simply picked up an orange from the table and began peeling it slowly. As if lost in his own world, with an expression of deep nostalgia, he spoke softly.

"You and your mother are so alike. She's shown expressions similar to yours before, like a lioness, so beautiful, so gentle, yet willing to reveal her fiercest and least formidable side to protect your father with all her might."

Kiyono Mizuki was taken aback, and she looked at Sato Yuta with suspicion.

"what do you want to say in the end?"

He has known his parents for a long time, and it seems normal for him to recall them, but why does his tone sound so strange?
He took a bite of orange, raised his head slightly, and smiled as he looked at Kiyono Mizuki.

"You probably don't know this, but actually, I met your mother first, and I was the first person to like your mother."

".What?"

Kiyono Mizuki stared wide-eyed in astonishment.

What nonsense is this man spouting? He loves his mother? He...
"You may not understand what it feels like to fall in love at first sight, but even after so much time has passed, I still remember it. In that school, she was holding a book. That book, 'Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World,' appeared in my world. I was amazed. How could there be such a beautiful girl in this world? She was like an elf who did not belong to this world, or a little deer that ran out of the forest."

"."

"After that day, I desperately tried to find out about her. I looked for opportunities to bump into her and searched for any topic that could pique her interest. Finally, one day, we became friends. I thought that as long as I continued to get to know her, continued to accompany her, and continued to wait for her, one day she would be with me, build a perfect family, and have an unforgettable life. But alas."

He peeled the orange and put it in his mouth.

Juice splattered everywhere. He elegantly wiped his mouth with a tissue from his breast pocket and then spoke.

"Your father has appeared. I really like your father as a friend; he's generous, sunny, gentle, and kind. But why did everything change after he appeared? He met your mother through me. But why are they spending more and more time alone together? Why are they even eating together, reading together, and walking home together, chatting and laughing, without my knowledge?"

The more sour the orange, the brighter his smile seemed to become, but the content of his smile began to become unbearable to read.

"I've read all the books she likes to read."

“I can even memorize the lines from the movies she mentioned.”

"I would go to great lengths to find out what the song was when she occasionally hummed it. But why? Why did they end up together? They even thanked me because of me that they were able to be together. They even invited me to be their best man at their wedding, and after they had their child, they even wanted me to be their godfather?"

"Why have they never even once seen into my heart? They never knew that every time I smiled and blessed them, every time I watched them leave, I would drink all night long and cut my flesh with a knife, just to ease the pain in my heart a little."

"Look."

Yuta Sato rolled up his sleeves.

"what"

Kiyono Mizuki was so frightened she almost dropped the wooden stick she was holding, because she saw that Sato Yuta's arm was covered with shocking scars. There were even recently formed scars.

This seems to prove that there are some obsessions in his heart that he has never given up.

But his mother has been gone for so long, why does his obsession still exist? Or rather, what is his obsession now?
She shook her head vigorously, then glared fiercely at the other person.

"I don't know if what you're saying is true or false, but I can tell you this: Mother and Father were very happy together. Mother has never regretted anything, and she has never told me any memories of you and her alone. She never liked you; it was all just wishful thinking on your part."

"Wishful thinking? Absolutely."

Yuta Sato wasn't particularly angry. He lowered his sleeves and leaned back on the sofa.

He looked at the light above his head, squinting slightly, as if he were a nearly blind patient who could only see faint light.

Yes, this is his world. A world with only faint light, mostly filled with darkness that is one with him, and he is sinking into this darkness.

"I know this is just wishful thinking on my part, but love is such a magical thing. Even knowing it's one-sided, I still want it. That's why I went through so many people to reveal a seemingly promising business idea to your father. And knowing that your father was short of money, I comforted him while secretly arranging for someone to lend him money."

"What?! You did this?!"

The other person's words exceeded Kiyono Mizuki's expectations.

Things that I couldn't understand back then now seem to be connected. Why did my father, who was so cautious, suddenly want to start a business? Why was he still able to borrow a large sum of money when all his friends were advising him to be careful?
Why was he able to borrow so much money even though he didn't have that much wealth? It turns out it was because of this man!

Yuta Sato smiled and nodded. "Of course. If it weren't for your birth and upbringing, he probably wouldn't have had such urgent financial pressure, right? And he wouldn't have fallen for it, right? But unfortunately, people are always greedy. Once they develop a desire for money, they will fall into all sorts of traps. Even the most cautious person will have the illusion of getting away with it."

Why did you do that? They trusted you so much!

Kiyono Mizuki couldn't understand it.

Even more unacceptable.

So it was because of me that my father was so eager to make money back then? Because he wanted to support the family, he chose to take the biggest risk of his life?

His hands were crossed in front of him, his expression calm and somewhat content.

It seemed that recounting everything he had kept hidden for so long was a pleasurable process. He had no worries about the future; the situation was firmly in his hands. He hoped to see the girl submit in this way.

So he continued softly, “I have always kept my identity at Baifeng Peak well hidden. Even now, very few people know about my other identity. It was all so that when your father discovers it was all a bubble, a scam, and is penniless and desperate, I will appear before him and tell him that I can help you solve your problems, as long as you are willing to give up your wife.”

"Impossible! Even so, my father would never do such a thing!"

Kiyono Mizuki was resolute.

But Yuta Sato merely glanced at her indifferently. "Your father is indeed a very righteous and strong-willed person, but what if I use you to threaten him? What if I tell him that only I can help him, only I can make him raise you, and only I can guarantee your livelihood? What do you think he will decide then?"

"You shameless bastard! You deserve to die a horrible death!"

Kiyono Mizuki cursed the man with all her might.

But Yuta Sato just shook his head, completely unconcerned by these words.

"It's just a pity that they encountered an accident, and I didn't have the chance to see the outcome. But one very fortunate thing is that you grew up, and you are very much like her."

Hear this.

Kiyono Mizuki's increasingly uneasy premonition finally came true.

It's like a beautifully packaged world suddenly being ripped open with a bloody wound by a ferocious beast.

“Jianyue,” he said, then stood up, looking down at her, tearing away all the masks.

He was the hunter who had finally bared his fangs, and before him lay the prey he was determined to bring back no matter what.

"Come with me, and I'll take good care of you, just like your father did for your mother. I'll give you everything you want, heal your legs, marry you, and do everything your father did."

This hypocritical man's every smile made Kiyono Mizuki want to vomit.

She took a deep breath, as if the pressure had brought her to a state of extreme calm.

"I would rather die than go with you."

"Don't worry."

Yuta Sato smiled slightly, then took out his phone.

"Even if I threaten you with the boy you care about most, it's okay?"

"Tsukino? No, you must be kidding me! I don't believe it!"

I saw panic on her face.

Yuta Sato dialed a number and then gestured for the girl to be quiet.

"Hey?"

A familiar voice came from the other end.

Looking at Kiyono Mizuki's trembling eyes, Yuta Sato said, "Let him say something to me."

"Yes."

Kiyono Mizuki's lips were pale and dry from nervousness.

Yuta Sato's smile grew even more delighted.

Then they heard the boy's clear voice coming from the speakerphone on the other end of the line.

"What do you want me to say to you, Yuta Sato?"

The sound seemed to drive the girl to despair on the spot.

Yuta Sato frowned slightly, seemingly dissatisfied with something.

"You knew it was me?"

"Of course, you showed up after I made that call to say I wanted to repay the money. That proves you were a bit anxious. Only the person who orchestrated all of this would be in such a hurry to appear, wanting to confirm whether this person who offered to repay Kiyono Mizuki's money was someone you couldn't afford to offend. Being cautious and intelligent, you didn't test me on the spot after seeing me; you chatted with me only to confirm my voice. So, the silent phone call I received after you left was from you, right?"

Yuta Sato laughed lightly.

"You're quite clever. Indeed, my actions at the time were a bit rash, but it's nothing. Because even if I was rash at the time, as long as I was sure it was someone I couldn't afford to offend, there wouldn't have been any follow-up. After the investigation, your background was surprisingly clean. An orphan, independent at a young age with some skills, but still too weak. You wanted to solve her problem, you wanted to be a hero. But unfortunately, a young person's dream of being a hero is always fragile and shattered."

"As long as the plan goes smoothly and achieves its goal, that's fine. Too many small details will only lead to unexpected problems. Historically, many schemes have never focused on the details, only on the key direction. You should understand this principle now. Of course, you don't need to be too upset. You've already been very brave. As a reward for bravery, I will let you live and watch how I take away the girl you like, and watch how she will fall into my world."

There seemed to be a moment of silence on the other end.

"Really? Is it really as smooth as you think?"

The person on the other end laughed.

Yuta Sato gripped his phone tightly; he sensed something was wrong.

"Have someone close to you answer the phone."

"People around me? Who else is around me? Or...cough cough." The person on the other end of the phone coughed deliberately, then quickly added, "It's just me here, there's no one else."

That was clearly Anan's voice.

Wait!

He can imitate Anan's voice? What does that mean?
Sato Yuta's expression immediately changed.

His face darkened.

"what have you done?!"

The boy's voice returned to normal, and he only said one sentence.

"Yuta Sato, wait patiently, I'm coming to find you."

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