I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 77 Everyone Has Their Own Fate (Second Update, Requesting Monthly Tickets~)

"Dingling bell~"

The appearance of some girls is like a room without wind chimes, yet suddenly a signal appears out of nowhere.

"Ugh, every time I see Kazama-kun, I really want to strangle you, you handsome bastard."

Miura Akihiko said through gritted teeth beside Tsukino Gen.

Gen Tsukino's gaze shifted from the tall, beautiful girl with long, slender legs that drew everyone's attention as she entered the classroom.

"You're quite the smooth talker now. I'd love to hear more of your insults."

Miura Akihiko:? ? ?
"When did you develop this strange fetish?"

"I think you'd better tell me why you want to strangle me whenever you see Kazama. This isn't a problem that can be solved with a meal of four meat dishes and two vegetable dishes."

Seeing Tsukino Gen narrow his eyes, Miura Akihiko felt an inexplicable pressure.

However, I can't be afraid of anything. I'm afraid of heaven, earth, and my father, but I'm definitely not afraid of my brothers.

"Isn't it simple? Why would Kazama-kun like you? Obviously, I'm the most attractive guy in this class, right?"

Miura Akihiko said these words without any shame.

Gen Tsukino felt that if he didn't laugh at this moment, wouldn't he be doing a disservice to his rather clever lame joke?
"Huh? What are you talking about?"

Just as Tsukino Gen was about to highly praise the boy's sense of humor, Kazama Sakura's voice came from the side.

Miura Akihiko immediately reveals his true colors in front of pretty girls, like a vampire who can't stand direct sunlight.

"Uh, I didn't say anything, we were just chatting."

"I see. Miura-san, can I ask you for a favor?"

Kazama Sakura smiled and looked at Miura Akihiko.

Miura Akihiko was stunned for a moment. Tsukino Gen was right there. What did she ask him for?
Wait a minute, I must have something special about me that surpasses this boy!

"Kazama-kun, please speak. If I can do it, there will definitely be no problem!"

Akihiko Miura practically patted his chest and guaranteed it.

Sakura Kazama smiled and nodded. "I'd also like to chat with Tsukino-san. Could you please give me your seat? It'll be quick."

"Oh?"

When Miura Akihiko left his seat looking heartbroken, Tsukino Gen quickly moved to his seat so that Kazama Sakura could sit in his chair.

Sakura Kazama smiled, her eyes crinkling. "You're so thoughtful."

Gen Tsukino shrugged. "I can't help it, I'm just naturally good at avoiding trouble. But don't you feel any remorse treating Miura like this?"

Miura Akihiko is standing right by the classroom door, seemingly chatting and laughing with others, but his eyes are fixed intently on this side. It's inexplicably heartbreaking.

Do you really think the Japanese are trying to mess with us?
Kazama Sakura smiled and said, "It's okay. Miura-kun is very generous, and I didn't mean any harm. You can just share some of the desserts I make for you with him next time."

"What did you come all this way to talk about today?"

Tsukino Gendo asked.

Whether the other person sitting next to me will cause gossip is no longer important. After all, the current state of our relationship makes no difference whether there are rumors or not.

Sakura Kazama fiddled with the textbooks, paper, and pens on Gen Tsukino's desk. She loved looking at Gen's handwriting; it was beautiful, not just delicate lines, but also had a strong, powerful quality. Just like the man himself, he could be gentle and sensitive, yet also possess a domineering and irresistible force.

"Didn't you say yesterday that you had to leave first? I wanted to ask if you finished taking care of your business?"

"I guess it's all done. It wasn't anything major, just a little bit of a delay."

Seeing the boy's normal smile and noticing that there was nothing wrong with him, the girl nodded in relief.

"Okay, that's good. Yesterday when I went to the club, it looked like Asagiri-san was waiting for you."

"wait for me?"

Gen Tsukino's expression didn't change much, but he showed a slight surprise, as if to indicate that he was unaware of the matter.

Sakura Kazama nodded. "Yes, there's probably something waiting for you. It seems like she's going to tell me something, like she's going to expose your true colors. Did you do something strange to her?"

The girl rested her elbows naturally on the table, her palms gently supporting her cheeks, and turned her head to look at Tsukino Gen with blinking eyes.

With an innocent and naive expression, it seemed to be nothing more than simple curiosity.

However, Tsukino Gen had already discerned the key point.

Simply put, the girl became a little anxious after remembering what happened while she was drunk.

This doesn't mean Tsukino Gen should panic. He just smiled and shook his head. "It's nothing. Maybe it's just because I said something a little too much when she took me home, so she wants to get back at me."

"Huh? If that's going too far?"

"It's probably not that bad. Don't worry, I'll explain it to her properly, and nothing will happen."

Looking at Tsukino Gen's carefree smile, it was impossible to discern anything amiss.

Although her instincts told her this might not be the truth, could she really press her for an answer? Their current relationship didn't allow her to be aggressive. The thought of them going through so much yet still not having a relationship made her inexplicably angry.

She thought about it for a moment and said with some regret.

"Then you should be a little more careful and explain things to them properly. After spending time with them, I don't think Asagiri is as bad as people say. It's just a pity we can't go there today; I promised my mom we'd go buy some furniture for our new rented apartment together."

"It's already booked?"

"Yes, the contract has been signed. We've been gradually moving things out recently."

"do you need my help?"

"No need. You can't possibly ask me to help with everything. You're not a moving company."

Gen Tsukino nodded with satisfaction, "She's so sensible, she didn't treat me like a tool."

Sakura Kazama blushed slightly as she argued, "What are you talking about? Do you think I'm that kind of girl? Humph."

"Okay, okay, Kazama-kun is the best."

He smiled tenderly, lounging lazily on the table. Looking at his smiling lips, Kazama Sakura felt a tingling sensation on her own lips.

I really want to try it out and see what it feels like and what it tastes like.
No, this is the classroom. Let's find another opportunity!
When the school bell rang, Sakura Kazama could only get up somewhat hastily, her face flushed as she hurriedly fled.

Miura Akihiko returned to his seat with a complicated expression, glancing at Tsukino Gen.

"What were you doing just now? Why is Kazama-kun's face so red? You're really lewd!"

"What does it have to do with being vulgar? You're not me, you wouldn't understand how embarrassing it is for someone to blush just by saying a few words."

"Is it difficult, or is it painful? Unbelievable."

"Of course, I also long for equal and normal dialogue." He patted Miura Akihiko on the shoulder and said earnestly, "People only cherish what is hard-won. My excellence and good looks are major obstacles in my life. You understand, right?"

Akihiko Miura nodded blankly. "I think I understand."

I don't understand you at all!

This guy is just showing off! If showing off is a crime, this guy would have at least a hundred bullet holes in his body by the second day in jail!!
"drop."

"drop."

"drop."

The relatively stable electrocardiogram indicates that the vital signs of the patient lying in bed, whose body was almost entirely wrapped in gauze, have stabilized.

Shinichiro Kawakami looked at Anan, who was still unconscious and barely recognizable as a human, though he was out of danger.

He sighed softly.

He didn't know how the boy had managed it; he said he'd left someone alive, and he really had. But recalling last night, he still felt lingering fear. It was terrifying, like an ordinary person accidentally entering a world filled with supernatural powers and witnessing scenes that could never happen in the real world.

He didn't know how to end this, or what the boy was planning by letting him go like this, but it seemed he had no choice but to do as he was told.

Don't let your guard down just because he let you off the hook this time and seems like a good person. After all, Anan's example is right in front of you. This friend has only himself to blame.

Kawakami understood his ambition, why he had to go this far: to escape the awkward status of a low-level member of the White Summit, and to be someone willing to go to great lengths when needed by those above. It was just bad luck that he'd encountered such a monster.
But what can be done? After all, he's my friend. Saying he's not a bad person is meaningless. He's in the yakuza world; what does kindness and lawfulness matter to him?
"Crench."

The door to the ward was pushed open.

Kawakami, who was lost in thought, turned around and saw a middle-aged man with a stubble beard wearing a Hawaiian shirt standing in the doorway.

"Kawakami, come out for a moment."

"yes, Sir."

Kawakami immediately got up and followed him out. Strictly speaking, this middle-aged man was the boss above him and Anan.

He was now under direct leadership. Anan's actions of secretly working for Sato Yuta were, strictly speaking, neither ethical nor compliant. It can only be said that he went to great lengths to get on that ship to achieve his ambitions, and he paid the price.

The two walked to the hospital's emergency exit. Looking at the man in front of him, Kawakami lowered his head cautiously, adopting a humble posture.

"Yes, regarding what happened that night, according to you, I have already relayed it to Vice President Nakajima. Are you sure you're not lying about this?"

The middle-aged man squinted and asked.

Kawakami shook his head. "Brother, I've made myself clear enough. Including the cause and effect, and the fact that Anan and Sato were in contact. I wouldn't dare lie about these things."

The man sighed. "As you know, the chairman is still in the intensive care unit, and the situation within the organization is not optimistic. Sato is also Chairman Nakajima's man. In any case, this matter came too suddenly, and your statement about just one person is somewhat exaggerated."

Kawakami looked at the other person helplessly, "If I could, I would even like to be one of the injured. I don't even understand why I am the only one who is unharmed. Maybe it's just because I didn't have time to make a move or didn't have the courage to make a move. But in any case, I am absolutely not lying about this. He is just that abnormal."

That boy said there was no need to hide his existence or what he did.

Therefore, Kawakami told the truth without concealing anything.

Is the other party so confident because they have nothing to fear, or do they simply want to draw Bai Feng's attention to them? It's hard to say if they have nothing to fear, but if it's the latter, then what the other party might do is frightening.

The middle-aged man smiled. "If it's all true, his deliberately letting you go seems like he wanted to leave a witness, or perhaps it's a way of sending a signal—that we should be afraid of him and not provoke him. But Chairman Nakajima isn't that kind of person."

"makes sense."

Although Kawakami said this, he did not agree with his older brother's opinion.

He knew this older brother of his; he was someone who had joined an organization early in his life and only rose to this position after gaining some seniority. As for his abilities and courage, that was simply unremarkable. He also lacked a broad perspective and common sense, and his understanding of many things was far from comprehensive.

No wonder Anan wanted to work for Yuta Sato.

The middle-aged man patted Kawakami on the shoulder. "But you don't need to worry too much. The association is still dealing with the aftermath of this matter. After all, we can't let Sato Yuta affect the entire Hakukai Summit, especially at such a critical time. Chairman Nakajima probably has the information on that person and will likely contact you directly to understand the situation soon. You don't need to worry about anything else, just remember one thing."

"what?"

Kawakami looked at the other person strangely.

The man leaned against the wall and let out a long sigh.

"No matter where you are, what you're doing, or whether what you're saying is true or false, you must stick to your principles. What's most worrying isn't deception, but rather inconsistency. Do you understand?"

Kawakami paused for a moment, then nodded vigorously.

"I see"

"Although I don't know why he left you alone, I hope you don't develop any illusions about him because of this. You should know that in front of a behemoth, even an ant with sharp fangs is still just an ant, and it can be crushed underfoot."

is it?

Kawakami actually felt that the boy didn't look like an ant.

What is he more like?

A wild beast.

A wild beast that is gentle in nature, does not cause trouble, and does not reveal its size, so no one bothers it.

He still remembers the boy's smile when he looked at him; it was such a gentle and beautiful smile, yet it sent chills down his spine.

When he later heard the news of Yuta Sato's death in a car accident, he tried hard to suppress his fear and shock.

Because he knew perfectly well that it must have been that boy who did it.

He felt that even if Bai Feng obtained all his detailed information from birth to the present overnight, it would be of no use.

He looked like an innocent-looking teenager, and they might even think he was just a skilled fighter. Or they might think they were lying, that he was a member of some other organization, a special force sent by Bai Feng to stop him, and that someone else was helping him.

Being a behemoth with a deep foundation is an advantage, but standing on the summit for too long and becoming arrogant is also a common problem for them.

After his superior left.

Not long after leaving the hospital, Kawakami looked at the sunlight outside and made a decision.

He made a phone call.

"Hello. Who is this?"

The voice on the other end sounded perfectly normal, even strangely friendly.

Shinichiro Kawakami said softly.

"It's me, Shinichiro Kawakami."

How did you get my phone number?

the other party asked.

The voice was noticeably different; a sense of threat was naturally conveyed, as if it were a warning signal.

He answered immediately.

"This is the number I saved from Anan's phone. You can rest assured, the call history has been deleted, and no one in Baifeng will know."

"Really? Yuta Sato has my number in his phone too. Don't be so nervous, it's nothing. I just wanted to know why you called me."

"I have reported to the organization truthfully as you instructed. I would like to ask, what can I do for you next?"

"What would you do for me? Don't get me wrong, I'm not a yakuza organization, nor am I the savior you're fantasizing about. It's already incredibly lucky for you that I spared you, what more do you want?"

"I understand what you mean."

"What do you understand?"

Shinichiro Kawakami's words appeared calm and his answers clear, but sweat had already soaked his back. He knew perfectly well that every word he uttered now was crucial, almost determining his future.

Making this decision wasn't easy, but he would prove he was different from those brainless White Summit members.

He said.

"The time isn't right yet. I will delete this call record and won't tell anyone about our conversation. I'll wait for your message."

"Bye."

The call was disconnected, and no definite reply was received.

However, Shinichiro Kawakami let out a long sigh of relief, almost unable to support himself, and leaned limply against the edge of the car door.

He looked helplessly at the sky, which seemed bright but had no color in his eyes, and muttered to himself.

"Everyone has their own destiny, Anan, I'm sorry."

……

(End of this chapter)