I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 84 Swallowtail Butterfly (Third Update~)

As darkness approached, Akihiko Miura arrived at his doorstep.

To be honest, his parents called several times on the way, but he didn't dare to answer. He just replied that he would be home soon.

He was afraid that if he opened his mouth, he would burst into tears out of cowardice.

Despite having told myself countless times to face it, I still remember what Tsukino Gen said to me.

But personal experience and listening to others' advice are two different things. For example, he can freely watch those movies about revenge, like The Count of Monte Cristo and The Way of the Dragon.

However, when it came to actually taking action against Gao Cheng and his group, he still hesitated a lot, realizing how difficult it was to make a decision.

Standing in front of the door, he took a deep breath and then unlocked it with his fingerprint.

The spacious and luxurious home, and the different treatment he received from others since childhood, now evoked a sense of profound感慨 (gǎnkǎi, mixed feelings) as if waking from a dream.

What is it about me that I deserve this kind of background? But it seems that now all of this is in danger because of me.

Oh no, am I overthinking things again?

No, I'm old enough now. This can't be treated like child's play with Takagi and Kimura. They definitely won't let it go easily. After all, Takagi has parents too, and their parents cherish their children.
He was thinking too much in that instant, and even had the urge to turn around and run away immediately.

but
"Mingyan? You're back?"

When his mother's voice suddenly appeared, Miura Akihiko immediately stuffed his bandaged hand into his pocket, afraid that his mother would see it.

"Yes, yes. I'm back."

He wanted to escape, and in that instant, he forgot what he was supposed to say. All his previous talk of facing the situation was now forgotten; he felt utterly vulnerable, unable to explain himself or utter a word.

"You're back, let's eat. We've been waiting for you for ages."

The mother smiled and seemed not to notice anything unusual about the boy, but as Miura Akihiko hurriedly passed by, he hastily replied, "I'm not hungry. I'll go back to my room after I've eaten something."

"Eh"

Miura Akihiko wanted to run away. He didn't know how to face his mother, and he was afraid that she would show him disappointment.

What I fear even more is seeing in her eyes: "How could my child do such a thing?"

It will break him down.

But he was unable to leave the living room.

"stop!"

A stern voice appeared, almost making him stop in his tracks.

His expression froze, and he was sweating profusely as he saw the middle-aged man standing at the door of the study.

He always seemed to maintain a neat hairstyle, and even at home he would wear a rather formal shirt. He stared straight at me.

Click.

Miura Akihiko seemed to hear the sound of the sky collapsing.

".Father."

He spoke in a dry voice.

Miura Yuzuru merely glanced at him and said, "Come to the study, I have something to tell you."

The mother looked at the two of them strangely, "What is it that has to be said now? Can't you let the child eat first? He's been to school all day!"

"What do you know? Stop talking nonsense and come in with me."

Miura Yuzuru entered the study first, Miura Akihiko's Adam's apple bobbed, then he resignedly lowered his head and followed him in.

"boom."

When the study door closed, the light inside was blindingly bright.

This is where my father is busy, and he's not usually allowed to go in. He says there are a lot of documents inside, and he's afraid my father will cause trouble.

To him, this place was like a natural forbidden zone, and now it's more like an interrogation room.

Miura glanced at the boy standing inside the door with his head down, and said coldly.

"Take your hands out, stop pretending."

".good."

Miura Akihiko didn't have much hope; he took out his hands, which were wrapped in gauze.

There was no blood seeping out, nor was there any sign of the sudden, sharp pain in Miura's perpetually frozen brow.

"Sit down."

Miura Akihiko looked at his father with some surprise, but Miura Yuzuru did not say anything and simply sat down on the inside of the desk.

Miura Akihiko, unaware of what was going on, could only obediently sit opposite his father.

As far as I can remember, this is a common scene of him and his father interacting. They were father and son, but they often sat facing each other.

From this perspective, his father taught him many principles and shared a lot of life experience, but each time he felt that they were not father and son, but just senior and junior.

Even now, he still feels like he's caused trouble and influenced the naive newcomers in the company.

Looking at his son, Miura Yuzuru suddenly sighed, which made Miura Akihiko's heart pound with anxiety.

I know what happened today. Why did you do it?

Miura asked.

It was exactly what I thought.

Miura Akihiko felt he wouldn't be too disappointed to hear this, but at this moment, he still felt a little wronged and wanted to cry.

But this time he held back, suppressing the tears welling up in his eyes.

"I'm sorry. I was too impulsive. It's all my fault that you suffered losses. I was really too immature."

He spoke the words he had rehearsed in his mind for a long time. He felt that no matter what, apologizing first might make his father feel better. Arguing would probably only make his father think he was being unreasonable. Miura Akihiko was completely unaware that he thought this way because he did not expect his father to understand him at all.

But the next moment.

Why are you apologizing?

"I actually... um? What?"

Miura Akihiko looked up in surprise, only to see an expression on his father's face that he had never seen before.

He looked at it like it was a wounded little animal.

His lips were trembling slightly.

"I'm the one who should apologize."

He said.

Miura Akihiko stared at his father, his mind almost blank.

Was everything today a dream? Have I not yet woken up from this dream?
In reality, he didn't shatter the nightmares of Takashiro, Kimura, and Hirano at all, and his own father would never apologize to him.

But it was true; the pain emanating from the gauze felt so real.

His father, facing him, leaned weakly back in his chair, angrily rubbing his neatly combed hair.

"Maybe I'm only now realizing just how unfit I've been as a father. Can you tell me about those things?"

Miura Akihiko had never heard his father speak in such a gentle, even pleading tone before, and the impact of it almost left his mind blank.

In the unfamiliar gazes and amidst the atmosphere that brought tears to his eyes, he recounted that nightmare in detail.

From my childhood to what has happened today.

He certainly tried to avoid Tsukino Gen's presence, because he didn't want Tsukino Gen to bear more trouble, but he also knew that his disguise was clumsy.

But his father didn't expose him; he only saw his grip on the chair tighten and tighten.
"boom!"

He slammed his fist on the desk.

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at himself. "Devils! They're a bunch of scum! How could they do these things to my son with such impunity? How could they? I will never forgive them!"

Akihiko Miura stared blankly at the middle-aged man, who had never been so angry before.

He still remembers the most important thing his father taught him: a man must learn to be patient and restrained, and learn to hide his emotions in order to achieve success and protect his family.

So he would lose his composure like that?
Is it because of yourself?

Miura took a deep breath and looked at his son, trying his best to soften his expression. However, it was clear that he was not good at this expression; the corners of his mouth, which should have curved upwards, just wouldn't turn up.

"Why...why didn't you tell me until now?"

he asks.

Miura Akihiko couldn't help but lower his head and whisper.

"I don't want to hold you back, I don't want to be an immature child. I also hope you don't have to work so hard."

He could barely control his tears.

But the next moment, a rough and unfamiliar hand gently grasped his bandaged hand.

He looked up in surprise and saw his father kneeling on one knee in front of him.

He opened his mouth, unsure what to say. These hands were so warm, so rough, yet so unfamiliar.

He couldn't even remember the last time his father held his hand.

All I remember is him telling himself: When you're alive, you can only rely on yourself one day, so becoming independent early isn't a bad thing.

But now
Miura's voice trembled as well.

"You've never been a burden to me, you've always been my everything, Mingyan. It's my fault."

Miura Akihiko could no longer hold back his tears, which flowed like a burst dam.

He never expected his father to say such things to him; he didn't even think his father would understand everything about him before he entered the house.

Only now has he realized the existence of love, a love that has always been there.

In an almost repentant tone, Miura said, "I'm so sorry for all the things I said to you before, forcing you to become the person I wanted you to be. Because I was under a lot of pressure at the time, I always felt I had to leave more for you, and I hoped you could protect all of this and have a happy life. So I was eager to train you and help you grow. I imposed my foresight on you, but I ignored the fact that you were just a child."

His eyes were already red.

His tears were as weathered as his age.

"But I never imagined you'd have to endure so much. When the Gao family called, I was even wondering how you could do such a thing; for a moment, I even felt you were the one causing me trouble. It wasn't until I saw your hands that I remembered... you've never been this kind of child. The bad thing has never been you; it's me, this incompetent father." "Dad"

Miura Akihiko was unable to speak due to his teary eyes.

He mustered all his strength and courage to embrace the man in front of him. He thought that at this moment he understood what Tsukino Gen was referring to as the gift he had never discovered.

It's a father. He will really stand by his side.

Even if it's a little late, at least it really exists, right?
When two men, both inept at expressing their emotions, awkwardly tried to convey their feelings, a sudden phone call shattered everything.

Miura let go of his hand and took out his phone to take a look.

Akihiko Miura also saw the name on the phone: Takashiro.

His heart suddenly stopped.

He immediately said, "I'll take it. I... I can apologize, it's okay."

Miura Yuzuru stood up and shook his head firmly.

"My son did nothing wrong, why should he apologize?"

He answered the phone.

"Gao Cheng, you dare to call me? What the hell? What did you say? Are you sure you want this? Tonight, I'll be waiting for you."

After saying that, Miura hung up the phone.

He stood there, his expression strange.

Miura Akihiko was somewhat confused by his father's expression.

"What did they say that made you react like this?"

Miura glanced at his son with a complicated expression. "Takashiro Katsuya's father said that he will bring Takashiro Katsuya over tonight to apologize."

".ah?!"

This was something Miura Akihiko hadn't anticipated.

Did Katsuya Takashiro and his father come to apologize?

What's going on? No, who pressed the accelerator button? Can you stop for a second? I'm afraid I'll be eighty years old in the next second!

Miura Yuzuru seemed to understand something as he looked at his son.

"Putting everything else aside, my son is at least very lucky."

"What luck?"

"Bring your friend to meet me when you have time, so I can at least thank him."

"Eh?"

The father had already guessed that someone was helping him? But...
He hasn't figured it out yet.

Suddenly the study door was opened.

The mother stood suspiciously in the doorway. "What are you two doing in the study? Come out and eat! Your eyes are so red later, what happened?"

Akihiko Miura looked directly up at the light.

Miura Yuzuru rubbed his eyes and walked out with his head down, muttering to himself as he went.

"I told you not to install such a bright light in the study; it's making my eyes water."

Before the woman could understand what he was saying, she saw the gauze in Miura Akihiko's hand.

"What happened to your hand?!"

Miura Akihiko opened his mouth, "Um...didn't you say the study light was too bright? I helped adjust the light bulb and got burned."

"Bullshit! Don't run away! Tell me honestly what really happened!!"

In the end, I told my mother the truth about what had happened that day.

Compared to her father's relatively restrained emotions, her mother's emotions were much more turbulent.

He was about to grab a kitchen knife and rush out the door.

Fortunately, Miura Yuzuru and Miura Akihiko worked together to persuade her that the other party would come to apologize in person that night, which calmed things down a bit.

But his anger had not yet subsided.

After finishing his meal, Miura Akihiko, who was quietly waiting in the living room, felt that it was all a bit like science fiction.

Will they come to apologize?
"Birds of a feather flock together." Would someone like Katsuya Takashiro, whose father would so easily yield?

He found it incredible.

However, before nine o'clock, Takashiro Katsumi, with his head bandaged and his arm in a cast, also appeared at the door of Miura Akihiko's house.

Miura, with an unfriendly expression, did not let the two enter immediately, while Takashiro Katsuya's father, with a thoroughly apologetic smile on his face, glanced at his blank-faced son and said only one sentence.

"Kneel down and apologize."

Even Miura Akihiko didn't react in time.

Katsuya Takashiro knelt down in front of him with a thud, then kowtowed and apologized.

"sorry."

"sorry."

"sorry."

"sorry"

Fresh blood seeped from his forehead, and even the gauze couldn't cover it.

In the end, Miura Akihiko couldn't bear it any longer and called out, "That's enough, stop kowtowing!"

Katsuya Takashiro paused for a moment, and Akihiko Miura clearly saw something in his eyes mixed with the bloodstains on the ground.

Katsuya Takashiro's father brought out many valuable gifts, ranging from alcohol to a box full of cash.

He didn't know how much it cost, but Miura Yuzuru didn't even look at these things.

He said.

“I will not accept these things because they cannot make up for the harm my son has suffered over the past ten years. I may not be able to make your son pay for it completely right now, but I hope he never appears in my son's sight again. If anything like this happens again, I will give anything to get back at you.”

Katsuya Takagi's body trembled slightly.

Is he scared?

Or is it true despair?

Miura Akihiko was thinking.

Katsuya Takashiro's father bowed deeply, "Don't worry, that will never happen. I will definitely teach that unfilial son a lesson. I'm sorry for what happened in the past, I'm truly sorry."

"get out."

They're gone.

Even before the door closed, you could see Katsuya Takashiro bowing respectfully, it all seemed unreal.

Only after the door was completely closed did Miura Yuzuru look at Miura Akihiko.

"what do you think?"

Miura Akihiko thought for a moment, "I feel a little sorry for him."

Miura sighed and said softly, "No matter what, I will never let you come to my door and kowtow to apologize like this."

He then smiled with relief and relief, and patted Miura Akihiko on the shoulder, "Thank goodness, you're not that kind of kid."

On the car leaving the Miura family home.

Katsuya Takashiro was like a soulless puppet, staring blankly out the window without uttering a word, not even bothering to wipe the bloodstains from his forehead.

The man sitting next to him seemed oblivious to all of this; his expression was cold and sinister, and if Miura Akihiko could see it, he would find it incredibly familiar.

Because this is exactly what Katsuya Takashiro has always imitated.

He spoke coldly with that expression.

"I'll process your transfer tomorrow, you can go directly abroad."

"."

Gao Chengsheng didn't answer either; silence was a form of agreement, or perhaps a protest. But men don't care.

"Don't blame me, our family can't withstand a behemoth like the Asagiri family right now. I'm protecting you."

"."

Katsuya Takashiro's expression remained blank as he felt the man gently stroking his head, as if showing him affection.

He found it all ridiculous.

She also felt that she was much more pitiful than Miura Akihiko.

With his last worry for his father, or perhaps his only sense of responsibility to the family, he still mentioned the appearance of Asagiri Rin.

His father's attitude changed upon hearing the name, much like a volcanic eruption quickly turning into a 100,000-meter-high glacier.

He became a pawn that was quickly abandoned or sacrificed.

He wondered if his father would have made the same choice if the same thing had happened to Akihiko Miura.
No.

Some things seem to have been destined from the beginning.

It was his child, so he became Katsuya Takashiro.

He is his child, that's why he is Miura Akihiko.

the other side.

A car was moving along, with Tsukino Gen and Asagiri Rin sitting side by side.

Heading towards an unknown direction.

Okay, then let's stick to the more enjoyable plot points and release them all together. I apologize if this has caused any negative reading experience; I'm working on correcting it.

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(End of this chapter)