I really don't want to be reborn.

Can you imagine a Boeing 747 being left behind after a tornado swept through a grocery store in the Central Great Plains?

Can you imagine putting a bunch of basic carbohydrates in a container, shaking it, electrifying it, and life is born?

But that's how it happened.

…………

"But, that's how it happened..."

Inside the Yabuki villa, Kentaro took a deep breath: "That person's name is Horie Shota."

Kyosuke Kousaka raised an eyebrow, having no recollection of the name.

"...He is a first-year high school student."

"..."

Mrs. Yabuki's taste is indeed unique. Although the old grass is tough and long, the tender grass has a different flavor and is fresh and tender.

After staring at the woman's lips for a while, Kyosuke translated part of the message: "The last day of this month is his birthday, and it seems your wife is going to his place to celebrate."

"……I see."

Yabuki slowly placed a drawing in front of his daughter, a sight that made Kosaka feel unusually heartbroken.

"Speaking of which, they met through music. I investigated that person, and he is indeed a rare genius in instruments and arrangement."

Kousaka Kyosuke was silent for a moment: "It seems you already knew."

"Well, but if it's just emotional infidelity, I can accept it."

A baby's cry ended this extremely unpleasant topic. The two men, who appeared to be about ten years apart in age, looked at the infant with different expressions.

Besides romantic love, there are other kinds of feelings in life.

Why do women cheat?

This is an old question, but in essence, all deception stems from the contradiction between limited resources and instinct.

To completely eliminate deception, one must first achieve absolute abundance of resources.

Such abundance should encompass both material and spiritual aspects; if one aspect is not satisfied, there is a possibility of betrayal and deception.

After talking to Yabuki about other things, Kousaka Kyosuke said goodbye and left around 3 p.m. He went straight back to Shinjuku, but instead of going home, he lingered around the Doma residence.

I've broken down at night; a part of me has died inside; I'm becoming more and more indifferent every day.

After rejecting sentimentality and passion, there must be something hidden deep within the rationality I've built up.

Kyosuke Kosaka finally realized that feelings can slowly change.

He didn't want to eat spoiled food; he wanted fresh food.

He squinted at the window of the Doma family's house.

Kirino, you... you actually came back a while ago, didn't you?

Chapter Forty-Six: I'm Trapped in a City of Sorrow Amidst a Mixture of Joy and Sorrow

The heavy whistling echoed through the street, as if someone was singing in a wooden barrel. Upon closer listening, it turned out to be people jogging and chanting slogans.

I woke up in my sister's bed.

Six months have passed, and Kirino's scent has long since disappeared from her room. If one had to pinpoint a scent, it would probably be the faint smell of something that had recently been lingering in her room.

He's still wondering why Kasumigaoka Utaha thought of going to her sister's room back then, and what her mindset was at the time.

Of course, Kousaka Kyosuke would subconsciously forget that when he does it in his sister's room, he would be even more excited, more proactive, and even more... bigger?

"Kirino..."

On the phone screen was a reply from my sister, in her usual style—"Don't worry, don't fret, Onii-chan."

He went downstairs to prepare breakfast.

Kyosuke Kosaka is not a person who is particular about breakfast.

If you really think about it, he seems to be quite casual about breakfast when he's at home; he can eat even just miso soup with rice.

Add more meat dishes, some sesame seeds to the sauce, and some pumpkin to the rice.

These are all ordinary little things, and he usually doesn't pay too much attention to them.

...So, when Mr. Daisuke went downstairs and found his son intently making breakfast, and the breakfast looked very lavish, he knew that something was amiss.

Daisuke pushed up his glasses, becoming alert.

something wrong.

"You're awake. You'll be fine in about ten more minutes."

"Ah... okay."

The father, puzzled by his son's unusual behavior, came into the living room and opened the refrigerator door to get something to drink. But what came into view was what was inside the refrigerator?

A huge bag of saury!

It looked so dense and disgusting.

Holy crap, he's still alive!

Why would you put it in the refrigerator?

Before he closed the refrigerator door, he found a very tempting-looking cherry cake and a bottle of mead inside.

"Kyosuke, did you buy this cake?"

"Who else could it be but me? Could it be that my father has finally mastered the genius skill of romance and finally remembered to buy a cake for his wife who has worked so hard for him for nearly twenty years?"

"..."

Why are they targeting me for no reason?

Daisuke wasn't angry. Instead, he took out the bottle of mead that looked expensive, walked to the coffee table, picked up a glass, and prepared to take a sip: "Fine, you bought it, you bought it. Why are you so grumpy first thing in the morning?"

Kyosuke couldn't help but speak up again: "I bought the mead too."

"Why can't I drink it?"

"...Please go ahead."

Daisuke poured himself a small glass, then stared at the newspaper, trying to get into the mood for a drink: "But I still don't understand why you bought this kind of wine. It must be expensive."

"Ah."

Kyosuke sat opposite him: "...When you see this wine, all you think about is whether it's expensive or not?"

What else could you possibly think of?

The gorilla-like man gave his son a strange look: "I remember drinking it once before, but I later found it wasn't as good as sake. It's okay to have it once in a while. Would you like a cup?"

Kousaka Kyosuke watched his father pour the wine, seemingly wanting to say something... but in the end he said nothing.

Mead and saury were things Kirino liked when she was a child. Compared to Asaka sake, which is more popular with adults, Kirino preferred something sweeter.

She sat down next to him and ate attentively.

After finishing the fish, she wanted a cherry cake and wiggled her little feet, wanting him to feed her.

Kyosuke Kosaka turned his head to look at the long-empty seat, his lips pursed, his expression like that of a tiger that had spotted two prey at the same time, hesitating whether to speak or not.

"You seem to have something on your mind?"

"Ah."

After hesitating for a short while, he suddenly brought up the matter of Yabuki's side, concealing his specific surname and name, and referring to him as "a writer friend of mine," which made Daisuke sigh deeply.

We once thought we could die for love, or kill someone for love.

but.

Love won't kill you; it will only prick you in the most painful spot, leaving you speechless with grief, tossing and turning in bed, learning from the experience, and even becoming stronger through adversity.

Occasionally, I'll think back on it and cry in bed, knowing that we all have to get up, eat, go to work, and take care of the kids tomorrow morning.

"That's how feelings are; they can change in the blink of an eye without you even realizing it. So Kyosuke, you need to cherish them and not miss out."

These words were meant to make him focus more on Kasumigaoka Utaha. Kousaka Kyosuke understood what his father meant, but a strange emotion began to stir within him, churning endlessly like a drop of sugar on a hot coal.

Then he spoke.

The kind of thing that's sure to shock and provoke.

"I've made up my mind. I'm going to go and bring Kirino back!"

Daisuke paused in his drinking, then nodded: "I thought you would endure it for longer, so go ahead."

Kousaka Kyosuke asked in surprise, "It seems like you expected me to say that?"

Then, the smile that had cracked the granite reappeared: "What do you think? I knew you'd end up like this. You miss your sister, don't you? Even if you had a girlfriend, you'd still be lonely without her, you bastard."

"..."

After laughing, Mr. Daisuke became a little irritated: "Go get her passport sorted out, then bring her back, and then..."

And then what?

He asked his son uncertainly, "Will Kirino... come back with you obediently? I have a feeling this won't go too smoothly. It will definitely be troublesome if she doesn't want to."

Kyosuke Kosaka didn't find it troublesome at all.

And you don't need to apply for a passport.

She was in Japan, in Tokyo, watching him silently from a place he didn't know about.

Where exactly is it?

He got up, opened the refrigerator door, and didn't say anything more, standing in a thinking posture at the refrigerator door for a minute.

"Kyosuke?"

"Ok?"

"Although you've been living mainly in Tokyo lately, there are some things I don't quite understand, like the cake in your fridge..."

The cherries on the cherry cake look so tempting.