Lonely Rock for the Blind.

Click!

The rehearsal room door closed by itself.

The rehearsal room was empty.

Chapter 169 Cat

"Mom... what kind of person am I?"

In the rain, Nekoyashiki Haru looked up and asked the woman with black hair and purple eyes in front of her.

"…you…"

Nekoya Saki's mouth opened and closed weakly, and her voice came out intermittently.

"Age 17...Birthday December 18th...Height 1.75 meters...Weight...No new information yet..."

"...That's not what I'm asking, Mom."

"I know!"

I suddenly felt a little excited.

"You...you've always been in pain because you wanted to be a painter, but after losing your sight, you lost the ability to become one, so..."

"... "

Nekoyashiki Haru's calm expression made Nekoyashiki Saki unable to continue speaking.

She felt a nameless anger.

The woman's voice was suppressed.

"I know you must have some resentment towards me! But Qing! I'm doing this for your own good! The chance to regain your sight isn't always available! Are you going to give it up for just a few friends? Besides, it's not like you're never coming back!"

"... "

"Qing! I...I know you have a soft heart, that's why..."

"Mom, just tell me what kind of person I am."

Nekoyashiki Haru's voice trembled slightly.

"What kind of person is your son?"

"I…"

despair…

Nekoya Shiki couldn't help but take a step back.

"When I was little...why was Ichichi-san the one who took care of me?"

"... "

"It's not a coincidence, you asked her for a favor, didn't you?"

"…Um."

Nekoyashiki Haru nodded.

“You’ve all been so busy that I don’t remember what you look like since I was a child.”

"... "

"I know you love me, and I know you are all really busy."

Nekoyashiki Haru laughed.

"So Mom, I don't want to blame you."

After speaking, Nekoyashiki Haru lowered her head.

"...That's true...but..."

Nekoyashiki Haru raised her head.

"Even in my short life, there are moments of dislike."

"!"

“I know all that they abandoned me in a house with only one person, asked Aunt Ijichi to take care of me, and actually arranged for many people to watch me in secret.”

“I’ve thought about why you don’t come to see me, why you didn’t apologize to me back then, why work seems to be more important than me. I had these thoughts when I was a child.”

"...Qing...I'm sorry."

“Mom has apologized enough, so I understood your good intentions a long time ago and accepted them.”

Nekoya Shikiki opened her eyes wide.

"...Now then..."

"Things are different now..."

Nekoyashiki Haru took a few steps back.

They stepped out of the umbrella's reach.

Raindrops pelted his body.

Cat House Saki was startled and started walking towards Cat House Haru.

Then Nekoyashiki Haru raised her hand to stop her.

"clear?!"

"Mom, answer me, what kind of person am I?"

"I...I don't know! Come back first..."

"Um...you don't know."

Nekoyashiki Haru nodded.

"So you're saying... you don't understand me at all."

"... "

Nekoya Shiki slowly lowered her outstretched hand.

What do I like to eat?

"... "

What do I not like to eat?

"... "

Why did I choose to play rock music?

"... "

"Hehe, can't answer that, can you?"

Nekoyashiki Haru suddenly felt a little smug.

Then he paused for a moment before speaking.

"Mom, I won't ask you to know me to a certain extent, nor will I ask you to give up your job and come to my side."

"Those willful ideas are outdated."

"I've gotten used to being alone now."

"right…"

"Don't apologize, it's not your fault."

Nekoyashiki Haru shook her head.

"You don't know how to be a mother... and I don't know how to be a son. We're the same..."

"but…"

Nekoyashiki Haru took off her sunglasses.

Click...

"I have now...made my decision."

Purple, fragmented pupils peered through the rain curtain at Nekoya Fusaki.

"I... I still don't want to leave."

"!"

"Although Mom cleverly told everyone, hoping they would persuade me..."

Before Nekoyashiki Haru could finish speaking, Nekoyashiki Saki interrupted her.

"So! Your friends are all urging you to get treatment, are you going to let them down?!"

"...So cunning..."

Nekoyashiki smiled, her purple, fragmented pupils slightly narrowed.

Nekoya Shiki suddenly felt a sense of disorientation.

She remembered the day long ago, when she returned to Japan for work... the smile that 5-year-old Haru Nekoyashiki gave her.

Exactly the same as him at this moment.

but…

Whether now or then, I just...watch...

"Don't... let your friends down..."

Nekoya Shiki repeats the same thing mechanically.

"Their meaning in this matter is none of my concern."

"?!"

Nekoya Shikiki opened her eyes wide.